#yes he cut off all contact on instagram and i have no idea how he's doing but he was kind to me in the third grade and i quite liked him

[thebirdandhersong]

just learned that the boy in my 3rd grade class who taught me how to hold a baseball bat (he had to adjust my hands and everything..... they had to stop the whole game so that he could teach me how to swing the darn bat.......... I was a dismal athlete) and who was the first boy ever in my life to call me cute is now a professional baseball player!!!!

[sc0tters]

Better off with him | Luke Hughes

summary: when Luke leans on the city of New York to help cure his sorrows, you get enlisted to help bring him back in one piece. this gives you two the chance to do something you haven’t, talked.

request: yes/no

warnings: underage drinking, drunk and sad Luke.

word count: 2.15k

authors note: I wanna start this off by saying how much I love each and every one of you who made it this far into the series. I’m glad that this became something that we all got to enjoy together. I’ll honestly miss giving Luke and the reader the shit that I did. And to those who wanted a happy ending, you are finally going to get your wish.

previous part

You felt disappointed,

You had hoped for more from the evening yet you were only met with breadcrumbs.

It was like you had gone to Christmas dinner, only to be fed one small plate. Silently wishing that Luke would give you more but at the same time you didn’t want to force anything, so you put on a brave face and cracked your best smile as you acted like you were happy.

The replay of your interaction with him was on full screen in your mind as you were sat in your bath. The tub seemed like the right place to be as you looked for some kind of stress reliever, so you had your various lavender bathsalts, bubble bath, and a bath bomb all in the mix as you enjoyed the bath. The water was at the perfect temperature as it provided warmth and moisture to your skin.

Unfortunately for you though. The relaxing atmosphere that you had created was quickly ended when the music from your speaker cut off when your phone started ringing.

Seeing as it was Jack who was calling you were quick to answer. The Hughes boy only ever called you on a Tuesday for your weekly catch up session, as it was a cold Sunday evening in New York it was safe to say that your alarm bells were ringing. So you quickly pulled your arm out of the water not caring to dry it before you answered the call “you okay Jacky?” You asked trying to cover the alarm in your voice.

Pulling your body forward as you ignored the way the bath water sloshed around your body “I’m fine,” Jack was quick to calm you down “Luke went exploring after the game and nobody has been able to contact him.” He explained somehow making you feel more nervous than you did before you answered the call. It was like time began to slow as you processed the news “let me get dressed and I’ll go looking.” In your time in the city you had learnt the ins and outs about the bar life. Something told you that he’d go there first “thanks, I’ll let you know if we find him.” With that you hung up your phone as you practically jumped out of the tub.

You were quick to grab the underwear that you had worn during that day as well as your favourite sweatpants and hoodie that you paired with a random pair of sneakers. Dashing out of your apartment like you were leaving a breeze behind you.

Luke had been sat in the bar for the last two hours as he drunk away his sorrows. He told the bartender the whole story as the older dude continued to feed the hockey player alcohol at his request. Luke knew that he was being an emotional wreck for no real reason but he needed to get his feelings out and it seemed like the bartended was willing to listen.

The older man wanted to feel sorry for the boy but at the same time he knew that based on what Luke had told him, the young devils player deserved to feel some version of the emotional wreck that he had put your through.

As Luke slammed his glass back on the table he let out a sob “she’s got this smile that gets you weak in the knees,” he pointed out as those were his favourite pictures to go back to on your Instagram.

The bartenders eyes went wide “like yay height?” He asked as he motioned to where you would stand in height perfectly.

The hockey player nodded “how’d you-” he was cut off someone threw their arms around him.

He didn’t even have to look to know it was you but with the idea of you still being his dream he had to make sure that he was indeed awake “you’re safe,” you mumbled with a sigh of relief as you placed your hand on his jaw as you scanned his face to make sure that he was alright.

Luke felt like a child “how’d you know I was here?” He slurred his words as he furrowed his eyebrows.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket “Jack told me that you were missing,” you explained as you held your phone up “smile,” you added as you took a picture of him to send to his older brother.

you: gonna get him to sober up before I bring him back x

The youngest Hughes wrapped his arms around your waist “can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled as he took an awkwardly large whiff of your scent.

The move caused you to laugh as the boy turned clingy “where did you think I was going to be?” You asked as you cocked your head.

You smiled as he rested his chin on your chest “with Mat,” Luke complained hinting back to what he had seen in the players area just hours ago.

This was the first time that the boy was given the chance to take in your beauty in person “don’t like him like that,” you shook your head as you sat next to him.

The bartender sent you a nod as he walked off leaving the boys glass empty “but you kissed him,” he pointed out as he sent you a pout.

The words tasted sour on his tongue “is little Lukey jealous?” You asked letting out a laugh “besides he’s not my type,” you loved Mat but you weren’t in love with him. You didn’t let yourself fall for the Canadian when the boy in front of you still had full rights to your heart.

Your words made Luke smile “he’s not?” He repeated your words to make sure that he hadn’t misheard you.

The nod you sent him seemed to help him sober up a bit “I’m sorry,” he looked down to the letter, your letter that he had been reading.

It made you feel weird on the inside how Luke knew what all of the cards in your hand were but you didn’t know if he was playing the same game ��s not your fault,” you shook your head as you knew that you were the one at fault for letting your imagination fill up your fantasies creating those unfair expectations for Luke.

The boys hand slipped onto your knee “didn’t need to be a total dick to you though,” he pointed out as he sent you a comforting smile.

Reading your letter had seriously put everything into perspective for the younger boy. He had to say that part of him was happy that you had fallen for a guy like him despite being two years his senior. The girl who should have had boys dropping at her feet, went through a period where you wanted nothing more than the Devils player, you wanted him before he had the NHL rookie title to his name and everything. But now it seemed like he had missed his chance.

Luke said he didn’t think he stood a chance because he didn’t think you would ever take him in. Not that he would have ever blamed you for turning him down, after all of the shit he had put you through Luke seriously didn’t think that anyone would take him back.

The bartender nervously came over to the duo “sorry you two but were closing,” he mumbled as he handed Luke back his credit card.

You looked at the boy desperate to not let the evening end just yet “do you want to come over to mine?” You asked as you cocked your head “to talk,” you were quick to add as your eyes went wide at the thought of overstepping with him.

The boy nodded “I’d like that,” he smiled as he got up and grabbed his jacket “I live just down here,” you explained as your apartment was a mere three minute walk from the bar.

The cold New York air made you clutch onto Luke’s hand in an attempt to warm yourself up. The gesture caused him to smile, he squeezed your hand as this way to tell you that he wasn’t going anywhere “that one is mine,” you smiled as you pointed to the apartment that had fairy lights on the fairy lights on its balcony.

To Luke this was totally your apartment, it was the perfect way to show you character.

As you two stood in the elevator Luke strung together a few feasible sentences that he could say to you that weren’t just ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I fucked up,’ but as he stared at you it only seemed to hit you in your knees “you wanna talk about what happened tonight?” You asked hinting to both the fight as well as his drinking “do I have to?” He cringed as he didn’t want to tell you about the things that he had said to Mat.

The comments from both boys were better kept away from the girl “I’ll just get you some food then,” you nodded wanting to respect his boundaries.

You unlocked the door to your apartment as you let him in “kitchen is just to the right,” you explained as you shut the door behind you.

Luke watched as you scavenged through your kitchen to find the perfect things for a midnight snack “why are you doing all of this for me?” He rubbed his chin as he sat at her kitchen counter.

You looked up from the drawer “because I want to Luke,” you smiled as you went back to what you were doing “but I’ve been so awful.” Luke mumbled as he continued to feel bad.

It brought you a sense of comfort that he was beginning to realise what it was that he had done “you need this,” you shrugged as you didn’t want to say that you would never turn him away, regardless of where you two stood.

So Luke just sat in silence as he watched you ramble on about how life was so different with the Islanders “what?” You asked as you could feel him staring at you.

He smiled as he fiddled with the ring on his index finger ��was just thinking,” the boy explained as you softly rolled your eyes.

Usually corny jokes weren’t your thing “a plate of food for your thoughts?” You smiled as you handed him the sandwich that you had made.

Luke let out a low laugh “do you think we could ever be friends?” He was honestly terrified to hear your answer.

It was a total double edged sword for him, whilst he wanted to know your answer he also feared the idea that you might only be doing this for Jack.

There was a twinge at your heart “I’ve always wanted to be your friend,” you confessed as you still wanted something more but you were ready to be just friends.

It was a simple sacrifice that you had already made your mind up on.

Luke got up as he wanted to walk over to you “clean slate?” He begged as he leaned against the counter next to you.

You nodded “I’m y/n,” you smiled as you held your hand out for him to shake it.

He laughed appreciating how you went along with it “Luke,” the hockey player took your hand as he gave it a squeeze.

Six months later

The Devils were back in New York for their final regular game of the season. The weather was now warmer and as a result your mood was warmer too. That meant that you also willingly went out for daily walks, and as you made your way to the door you were met with someone on the other side of the door “Luke?” You cocked your head in surprise.

You were only meant to see him that evening “hi,” his eyes went wide as he looked at the bouquet in his hands “this is for you,” he added as he shoved the roses into your palms.

A laugh was drawn from your lips but you went quiet as you saw the piece of card that was attached by a ribbon.

Benny’s tomorrow at 7 with me?

Although you had remained single for the last six months, your love for Luke hadn’t decreased, in fact -and you didn’t think it was possible- it seemed to multiply “so what do you say?” The hockey player asked as he wiped his hands on his jeans since they had grown sweaty.

You nodded as a playful smile danced its way onto your face “come here,” you grabbed him by the front of his T-shirt as you pulled him into a kiss.

Whilst you didn’t know a lot about what the future held for you there was one thing you had learnt over the last six months.

You were better off together rather than apart.

[porcelain-flower]

Hey guys it's Esther, formerly feitansporcelaindoll. I know I've been away for awhile. Something happened and I wasn't sure if I should make a life update but here it is. Well for starters, I was being accused of some heinous things and because of that I deleted my tumblr.

I was busy dealing with life and my marriage. August of '23 I logged back in, messaged a certain Feitan mutual to ask how they were doing, only for them to essentially say "people said you're a groomer, so I can't talk to you anymore. Bye" and was promptly blocked. So I messaged ANOTHER mutual asking for clarification and was immediately blocked by them as well. Needless to say I was completely confused and caught off guard. Even though I was bored and pretty much done with the HxH fandom, I WAS going to keep my page active for those who enjoyed my content. But these people ruined that. So my page is gone and I will not be making any further content. In truth it was a hyperfixation, an escape from my abusive marriage. But now I'm in a healthy relationship and I don't need an escape.

Yes while you were busy accusing me, I was dealing with my narcisstic, emotionally and sexually abusive, gaslighting husband of 7 years.

And for the record, groomers abuse, manipulate and exploit. I NEVER did that to anyone.

No. It was happening to me.

While you were accusing me, I was dealing with my abuser. And I was scared every minute. He was narcissistic and controlling, to the point that he forbade me from getting tattoos or even cutting my hair. He gaslit me and constantly tried to coerce me and demand sex, despite my refusals. Seven years I dealt with this. Eventually I found the courage to leave him. The day I did, he had followed me to the store beforehand. I packed some essentials and found a friend's house to stay at. I was there for only a week because he found out who I was staying with and starting texting them and dropping off unwanted gifts at the house. So I found somewhere new to stay. I went back to my ex's house one weekend, when I knew he'd be gone, to get most of my stuff. I was terrified so I had my best friend come with. Then my ex came home unexpectedly. I wasn't going to risk being alone with him so I kept her by my side at all times.

But he wouldn't let me grab my belongings in peace. He put his arm between me and the doorway, stopped me from leaving and forced me to talk to him when all I wanted to do was grab my stuff and go.

Finally I got away and moved back to my home state. But the fear was still there. Every time I saw a car that resembled his, I froze thinking he'd followed me again.

I couldn't even give him my real address or phone number. That's how terrified I was of contact with him. I still am.

The day I got the last of my belongings, my ex made it very clear he wasn't letting me go so easily.

You don't know how terrifying it truly is to be married to someone you don't want to be with anymore and they're refusing to let you go. You do not know what real manipulation looks like.

A year after I had left him, he messaged again, asking if I was ready to come home. It took him a few more months to realize I wasn't coming back.

This is what I endured while you were spreading lies about me.

And I'm not playing dumb or playing victim. I have NO IDEA what I said or did that made people think this of me. And who did I supposedly groom?

Unfortunately we live in a world of guilty until proven innocent. And no one was mature enough to message me, show me proof, or let me know what was going on or being said about me so I couldn't even defend myself at the time.

Well there's no coming back once you've been accused, even falsely accused. I won't be active on here. This will be my only post. I'm locked out of my instagram fan page because I cant recover my password. I still have my personal page for those who knew me well enough to message me there. But I won't do fandoms or fan pages ever again.

The two people I talked to the longest and trusted the most were the fastest to accuse me and block me. Funny how that works.

And Hxytun I do wonder why you deleted all your Fei content as well. I was nothing but a friend to you. I listened to every rant, good or bad. Every conversation about your parents, your brother, you move across states.

Excalibur/feitansblood you're no better. You were a petrified little highschooler so I did my best to listen and give you advice because I knew how hard HS was for me. I was only ever a friend, to BOTH of you. And this is how you repay me. You yourself literally called me "mom" because I gave you advice like a mom would. Although I should've known you wouldn't have my back, seeing as you're pretty much Hxytun's lapdog and do anything they say. It's sad really. Also the fact you've been lying about your age on your accounts is shitty. Even a couple years ago when you were 15 you had your age listed as 19 so you could view explicit content. That's called catfishing btw.

But my heartfelt thanks to those who believed me and supported me. Makes me have a little more faith in humanity.

[fandangotales]

FANDANGO! FANDANGO! FANDANGO!!! I JUST HAD A WILD MF THOUGHT FROM THE LAST HORNY REVERSE ISEKAI AU ASK!!

what if you accidentally left your computer on when going out for a quick grocery shopping? and what if the characters accidentally stumble on your nsfw liked posts, arts or even worse! asmrs? as someone who has a good stash of sub genshin things i would be ready to yeet myself off of my balcony🤭

Warnings: NSFW mention/content, cult au, a pinch of yandere. <3

Pervious fic mentioned in the ask HERE

Characters: Albedo, Venti <3

A/n: As somebody who also has a good stash of sub genshin things, I would gladly join you… especially if they found my tumblr.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! <3

Albedo:

You were casually sitting on the couch one day, scrolling through your phone. Another Qiqi meme, and another ad for “free” primogems…

You were getting rather bored, and a little creeped out at how much Albedo was staring at the “strange device” in your hands.

You decided to ignore his analytical stare, as the alchemist would often look at you for extended periods of time.

You shrugged it off, going back to your scrolling.

To anybody else, it would probably be seen as strange, but considering that you were The Creator…

Any opportunity to behold your holiness, to be in the same space as you, or to simply to bask in your presence…

It is an honor of the highest degree.

So please, don’t be too bothered by his unblinking stare.

Albedo observed the way you would always have it with you, and how you seemed to give it most of your attention. Perhaps you were revisiting the “Posts” in your “Saved Folder”?

The one time you showed him how to navigate this thing you called Instagram, he might’ve clicked on something he wasn’t supposed to see…

Now, it wasn’t his intention to snoop into your saved folder! But, Albedo’s curiosity was piqued. And with that curiosity, it becomes impossible for him ignore the subject of interest. Especially when that specific subject pertained to you.

53 saved posts, the screen read.

His eyes had widened, as he took in the contents of your screen.

53 posts of… him and some of your other acolytes, in questionable angles, often doing questionable activities, or wearing questionable articles of clothing… was this something you were into?

He’d need to document this new information, to know more about Teyvat’s Creator.

His memories were interrupted by your voice.

“…do you want something?” You asked, wondering what Albedo was thinking about.

You saw him nervously shift where he sat, as he cleared his throat.

“I… would like to ask you about the art you have saved on Instagram.”

You froze, immediately turning off your phone and shoving it underneath you.

“Oh! Hahah! Of course…!” You trailed, silently dying on the inside.

If he had saw THAT folder, you were in for quite a bit of explaining.

“Art! Y-yes…” You said, seeming to avoid eye contact.

“If that stuff can even be considered art-“ You half mumbled, indiscreetly shoving the phone into the depths of the couch cushions.

He could sense your obvious discomfort, so he decided to cut straight to his point, in an attempt to spare you some embarrassment.

“Your Grace.” The blonde started, in all seriousness, “Would it be pleasing to you if I were to wear cat ears?”

The room was dead silent, except for the occasional bird chirp from outside. Albedo was unnerved by your blank stare. He wasn’t being too presumptuous to assume that you wanted him in that way-

Or maybe you were disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm? He could assure you that he would be delighted to serve you in that way, to gain your favor, to be yours-

“I-if that’s not enough I could wear a collar too!-“ He blurted, sitting up completely straight.

The silence returned momentarily, as your mind whirled with ideas of what to say, how to even deal with this…

Before you could come up with a response, the image of Albedo in cat ears and a collar was conjured up into your mind.

His soft blonde hair and matching cat ears… a turquoise collar to match his eyes…

The way he might look up at you, not so innocently pawing at your body, desperately panting for your attention-

“Your Grace, are you alright?!” Albedo panicked, quickly approaching you with a cloth. “Why is your nose bleeding?”

Venti:

“Yeah, and there’s a ton of music that people from all over this world have recorded, and the best part…”

You trailed off, for a dramatic effect. You saw Venti’s aquamarine eyes follow your every move.

“You can either listen to music, or watch anything on this platform, as long as you have WiFi!” You gushed, going on and on about the wonders of “YouTube”

A chime sounded, interrupting your rant.

“Oh, the cookies are done!” You exclaimed, getting up from your spot on the bed. “I’ll be right back, feel free to browse YouTube for whatever you’d like to hear!”

“Ehe, ok!” He smiled, gleefully clicking into the “Library” section of the “app”.

The door of the room clicked shut, and the ex-archon was left by himself.

“Recently watched?” He said to himself, curiously tapping on the category.

A wide variety of videos pulled up on the screen of the phone.

He hummed, casually kicking his feet in time with the rhythm, as he scrolled through the videos.

“Daddy Diluc punishes you for not paying your bar tab? ASMR?”

He tapped the video, as the first hints of sound emit from the device.

“You’ve been naughty, kitten…” the voice trailed, sounding eerily similar, if not exactly the same as Diluc. “But I think you already know that… don’t you?”

Venti wheezed, doubling over laughing. To think that the Creator of Teyvat would watch and listen to something of this nature-

The door opened, as you finally returned from taking the cookies out of the oven.

Venti flinched, attempting to hide the phone behind his back. However, in his haste to move the object, it fell out of his hands.

You stared at the bard in confusion, still standing in the doorway. Before you could ask him about his flustered state, a loud clunk sounded throughout the room. The phone had fallen right between your desk and the wall.

You choked when you heard the oh-so-familiar voice coming from the phone.

“Since you’ve been so naughty, basically begging for my attention, I guess I’ll just have to punish you. Hm? You’d like that?”

“VENTI WHY DID YOU CLICK ON THAT?!” You screeched, immediately dropping to the ground, desperately reaching your hand into the crack between the wall and your desk. You failed to reach the device.

“I-“ he started, continuously being interrupted with laughter. “I-m sorry, y- Your Grace-“

You were mortified when the less appropriate part of the video started, the lewd noises echoing through the room.

“H-hah, kitten… you’re so tight- so perfect for me, bent over the bar like this…”

Your face went bright red, as you stood up, hastily grabbing Venti’s arm, proceeding to drag him out of the room.

You slammed the door shut, as Venti kept laughing.

“You. Heard. Nothing.” You said, your face turning bright red.

“Nothing.” He said, an innocent smile on his lips.

You sighed in relief, before seeing the mischievous expression on his face.

“Venti…” you warned, side eyeing him.

“I heard absolutely nothing, kitten.” He cackled, before he went dead silent. “Is…that my voice?”

From under the door, you heard a new video begin to play.

“A-ah- please-“ somebody said, imitating Venti’s voice.

“W-windblume- I’m- hAH~ g-going to c-cum!”

Your face somehow managed to get redder, as you slowly turned back toward him.

“I… I am so sorry you have to hear that.” You muttered, your eyes meeting his amused ones.

“Don’t worry about it! After all, I wouldn’t mind if we were to record our own video like that.” Venti grinned, taking your hands in his own.

You blushed even harder, as he continued his rant, excitedly detailing all he wants to do with you. His fanatical expression was making you a little nervous.

You just didn’t understand how euphoric this made him, to know that you were watching things of this nature about him- and that he was with you now, all alone…

“Anddd, maybe you could bend ME over a bar? That could make for a really interesting ballad, about the scandalous love between the Creator and the Anemo Ar-“

He was cut off by a particularly high pitched moan coming from behind the door.

You swiftly retracted your hands, running back inside of the room, thankful for the excuse to escape his tightening grip.

“I am turning this phone off, if it’s the very last thing I do!” You screamed, angrily attempting (and failing) to reach for the wretched device.

[lovesickgolbach]

Secret Love Song|| MV33

Description: You and max had been dating for a year now. Although it’s been a year, you and him had decided to keep your relationship private, well mostly it was his choice. No one knew about you, only close friends and relatives did. You were frustrated from having to hide away all the time.

Pairings: Max Verstappen x Reader(recording artist/singer) 

a/n; I based this story off of a song by Little Mix, “secret love song”. this idea has been in my head for ages! i’ll put a little a/n where you can press pay and listen to the song while reading. i did have to cut it short for purposes of the story so sorry if it seems a little jumpy. enjoy! <3

This is my first imagine i hope you like it :)

You had been in your office all day, writing, playing music on your guitar and piano, trying to figure out a melody to your new song. Max was out on a run with his trainer so you had the apartment to yourself for a while. You sighed throwing your notebook at the wall, frustrated that no lyrics or melodies were coming to your mind. “For fucks sake!” you angrily spoke. 

“Y/N?” you heard coming from another part of the apartment, you would recognize that voice anywhere. 

Footsteps approached and in walked a very sweaty Max, smiling as soon as he saw you, but his smile disappeared just as soon as it had appeared on his face. “Mijn Liefde” he said concerned when he saw your defeated face. 

“I cant fucking think of anymore lyrics! Or any new notes for a song! My mind is so blank and I have a deadline!” your hands flew up in frustration as you spoke, laying back against the wall opposite to where you threw your notebook earlier.

Max picked the notebook and pen up gently and came to sit next to you. “I’m sorry angel” he looked at you in your eyes, “is there anything I can do for you?” he tucked your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand. 

“Yeah, write the song for me” you looked up at him, making eye contact with him. Jesus. ‘I could look at those forever’ you thought to yourself.

“Unfortunately, I got the ability to drive, not the musical ability you have” he giggled and so did you. 

“Can we go out tonight?” you asked in a hopeful manner, you were dying to go clubbing with Max, you’ve seen how much of a fun drunk he could be. “There’s a lot of press baby.. they’ll see us..” he spoke softly.

 “And? Max please! You always go out with your teams and I have to sit at home and watch you having all the fun.. I have to watch you letting girls flirt with you.. it’s not fun..” you were disappointed at his reaction, although it didn’t surprise you. The public knew Max was in a relationship, they also knew that you were in one too, but never put 2 and 2 together, its not as if you’ve given them a reason to think you were together, you didn’t even follow each other on Instagram, in fears it would spark rumors.

“I’m sorry Y/N.. we just- we just can’t alright?” he got up, handing you the notebook. “If you need me I’ll be in the shower” he walked out.

You sighed. “I just want the world to know you’re mine..” you mumbled as he left. As soon as those words left your lips, an idea popped into your head.

Grabbing your notebook, you opened it on a blank page and started writing, the words flowing out onto the page like a waterfall. 

__________

It wasn’t until Max had told you to come to bed, that you realized how long you had been sitting in your office, scribbling away, playing some notes on the piano. “Y/N come on, its late and you’ve been sitting in here for hours!” Max was begging, practically on his knees at this point. “Not now Max! I’m on a roll!” you spoke slightly annoyed that he had been bothering you.

You felt his presence behind you, “Please, just come to bed” he sighed. “I want to spend time with you before I leave for Spain” you could hear he was upset. “Well now you know how I feel when you’re on the simulator all day Max, if you had said yes to going out with me, we would have had a great time together..” you looked up at him, watching as his face changed from sadness to anger, his jaw clenching slightly. 

“You could have showered with me! You could have had dinner with me! We could have danced in the living room! Going out isn’t the only way that we can spend time together!” he semi-yelled with his fists clenched. 

“Just go to bed Max, I have work to do” you spoke softly going back to the piano and playing more chords. You knew he was still behind you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

“Are you seriously mad at me now because I didn’t want to go out? You also agreed to keep us private! Don’t pin this on me!” he was yelling now anger seething in his voice.

“Please don’t yell at me Max... I’m just tired of having to sneak us around.. I’m so tired of not being able to like your posts.. or not being able to celebrate your wins with you at the podium.. for gods sake Max I’ve never even been with you to a race!” you were yelling now too, now standing on your feet, you stepped closer, getting in his face, “is it so bad that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want? Is it so bad that I want to travel the world with you, experience new places with you? Is it so bad that I want to hold your hand in the paddock?! I just want us to be a real couple! I want to tell the world about you! I want to shout it from the rooftops!” your face was now red, you were angry. Max took a step back from your sudden outburst. 

He walked out. You watched him angrily stomp his way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door behind him. ‘Unbelievable’ you had thought to yourself as you continued writing.

The next few days were tension-filled as you and Max had been ignoring each other completely. You hated it, but if he wasn’t going to listen, then that was his problem.

_____________

It was the opening night of your tour, starting in the country you resided in, Monaco. Max came to every show with you, even if you two had been fighting, which had been the case for the last 2 weeks. He was able to stay pretty hidden in between all the other celebrities that were attending, as it was not a location that he would stand out in the crowd. You were backstage, getting your mic pack put on and connected as you were preparing for the show to start. 

Whilst doing some last minute vocal warm-ups you had felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, turning around you could have sworn that your eyes were going to pop out of your head. “Max...” you said softly, “what are you doing back here?! they will see you” you said concerned.

“I needed to wish you luck, and I need to apologize... for everything” he moved the large bouquet of roses towards you for you to take, which you did. 

“I’m not mad at you Max...” you sighed looking at him “but thank you for the apology” you smiled at him. “These roses are gorgeous! But you have to keep them safe for me, I don’t have time to get back to my dressing room now.” He took them from you, kissing you on your cheek softly “Go sing your heart out schatje, I’ll be right here, cheering you on”

You smiled before running out onto the stage to start your performance.

Max sat in the wings of the stage, smiling as he watched your every move and seeing the joy on your face as you did what you loved doing. 

You turned to your audience “So...” you breathed into the mic, giggling slightly “tonight I have a special surprise for you all!” the crowd went wild. “Tonight I’ll be performing a brand new song that I have only recently finished writing. Would you guys like to hear it?” you spoke as the crowd went wild again. “I’m taking that as a yes!” you giggled through the mic, sitting down at the white piano your crew had rolled onto stage.

“This is a song that comes straight from my heart. I hope you all like it, its called ‘Secret Love Song’ “

(you can start playing the song now)

Taking a deep breath, you started playing the notes on the piano, seemingly forgetting where you were. You were lost in the music.

“when you hold me in the street and you kiss me on the dance floor, I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that ‘cause I’m yours” 

max perked up listening to the lyrics. 

“we keep behind closed doors every time I see you I die a little more stolen moments we steal as the curtain falls it’ll never be enough”

max was now standing, his jaw slightly agape.

“its obvious you were meant for me  every piece of you, it just fits perfectly every second, every thought, I’m in so deep but I’ll never show it on my face"

you turned your head to the side slightly looking in Max’s direction to get his reaction. He was stunned to say the least.

“but we know this we’ve got a love that is homeless why can’t you hold me in the street? why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that? ‘cause I’m yours"

Max was frozen in place, his mind racing with a million thoughts at once.

“and nobody knows I’m in love with someone’s baby I don’t wanna hide us away tell the world about the love we’re making I’m living for that day, someday...”

You made eye contact with max in that verse, tearing up as you saw his expression. A single tear fell down your cheek

“why can’t I hold you in the street why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor.. I wish that we could be like that why cant we be like that? ‘cause I’m yours, I’m yours oh, why can’t you hold me in the street why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor I wish that it could be like that, why cant we be like that ‘cause I’m yours...”

You closed your eyes again, not wanting to break down in the middle of the song. Max swallowed hard. The lump in his throat was burning as he held back his tears.

“why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftop I wish that it could be like that why can’t we be like that? ‘cause I’m yours why can’t we be like that?  wish we could be like that..”

You sang that final verse without the music playing from the piano, tears were flowing down your face freely as you looked at the crowd in front of you. You looked to your left, backstage where Max was standing.

He looked at you, tears in his eyes as well as he blinked them away quickly before they fell. You looked at the crowd again, many of them also having tears on their cheeks from your song. 

As you were about to speak through the microphone, you heard the audience start screaming, pure excitement in their voices, pointing to your left. You turned to look at what they were referring to, when you saw the love of your life run over to you. Max smashed his lips against yours, kissing you in front of everyone. You dropped the mic, wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing back. For a moment, it was just the two of you, in your own world.

Max pulled away, looking at you in your eyes, “I am yours” he spoke softly. You couldn’t help it as more tears ran down your face. “I love you so much” you were able to say to him softly.

Picking up the mic that you dropped, Max turned to the crowd, “Y/N Y/L/N is my girlfriend!” he practically yelled, making you giggle at his actions. 

You were finally free to let the world know who your man ways. Nothing would ever be able to change that. 

Max Verstappen was yours.

[alkhale]

Favorite Muse (Model!Uzui Tengen x Photographer!Reader) Ko-fi Request

Sooo yes another request for kimetsu no yaiba with our flamboyant Tengen Uzui.Maybe an a/o/b fic (I like how you write them) or an modern au where Tengen is a model (instagram models?) And reader is sort of his personal photographer .I dont mind if you mix the two together.

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope this finds you with some good timing since season 2 is finally out and it is Uzui in all his glory. I’d like to write more stories and blurbs with a photographer/model relationship, this one was a fun one to write. thank you so much for the support! I hope you enjoy!!!

title: Favorite Muse

pairing: Uzui Tengen/Reader

rating: slight nsfw

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I have a new shoot idea I want to try.

You glance at your phone, blinking in surprise over the top of your energy drink. You glance at the familiar contact name and look back to your current editing project—the wedding photos should be done by the end of the night if you keep on track. You’re scheduled for a few more shoots in the morning and had planned to kick back as a little reward to yourself.

You consider your options briefly. A new string of texts follow the first, and you know it’s just him trying to incite you even further for whatever crackpot idea he’s come up with this time. You know with how he is, he won’t let it drop if it’s an idea he’s especially fond of, even if it means a half-nude shoot in the middle of the god damn Antarctic because somehow—

The one and only elusive model Uzui Tengen’s photos—they always sell.

You can tell him no, suffer the consequences of having him barrage you for the next few days, suffer the even harder consequences of having one of the girls try to persuade you into doing it—you’re particularly weak to Hinatsuru’s advances—and also miss out on a chance to make some extra pocket change for what you get as Uzui Tengen’s one and only private contractor and photographer. But, what you do get in return is a peaceful, stress-free night to yourself, which is hopelessly and utterly rare and your body is rather beat and haggard after all these back-to-back shoots and especially that god damn rock climbing advertisement, you shouldn’t have done that one. 

Or, you could say yes; get paid handsomely because Tengen’s photos always sell well, get to eat Hinatsuru’s cooking because she’ll have heard you’ll be stopping by the studio and would make sure something’s ready, get to partake in the luxuries that surround the Uzui household, get Uzui off your back for about forty-eight hours max…

Your phone is still being spammed with texts. You ignore them, staring at the happy couple smearing cake onto each other’s faces. When Uzui and the girls finally get a proper wedding in place, you’d take those photos in a heartbeat. You know they’d be the kind for the record books.

Your phone lights up now with a phone call. You suddenly consider turning down the offer out of spite, nursing your energy drink with dull eyes. Your gaze does stray, however, to the pile of take-out containers sitting on your work desk. You frown at them, feeling your stomach churn at the thought of Hinatsuru's warm porridge…

Your stomach wins. You swipe your phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Finally! What are you doing not picking up my calls at this hour?” you hear music blasting from Uzui’s side and suddenly wonder if you’ve made the wrong choice. “I know, are you getting off on my photos? You can just come and I’ll help you out. No need to play by yourself.”

“What’s this idea of yours?” you say, checking your schedule. If Uzui leaves you alone for the next two days, you can schedule a day-off after the male calendar shoot… yeah, this can work out! “If it’s the frosting idea in a different theme, I’m going to cut all ties with you—”

“You love taking my photos too much,” Uzui says, sounding bored. “I want to do something good for Valentine’s. A single theme, straight-forward, nothing crazy this time, actually.”

“The most flamboyant man on earth,” you say flatly. “And it’s nothing crazy?”

“It’ll be more than enough, baby,” Uzui says. You imagine him kicking his head back, lounging on some kind of leather couch tucked into a dazzling club somewhere or another. The man’s got too much energy, too much stamina, and you’re not really sure where he keeps it. “Less is more, you know?”

You do know. You always tell him those exact words. But for Uzui Tengen, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why his shoots always require you to clear out your schedule the day after because they’re far too arduous for you to do anything else.

“I don’t like how secretive you’re being with the whole thing,” you say, clicking to clean up another photo. “Give me something to mull over. I’ll be there after seven.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Fine, but you’re staying until it’s done.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. You get the feeling he knows anyway though because he continues, “One word theme. Think about it however you’d like, sweetheart.”

You wait, tapping a finger idly against the minimizing key. You hear the music dull in the background, wondering if he’s moving away from the source of noise. His side quiets, and all you hear is the faint rustle of fabric, and then you imagine Uzui’s phone pressed against the side of his face, maybe held up in his hand, right by his mouth—

The husky, low alto of his voice nearly catches you off guard for a second. Uzui whispers it, sweet, like honey against your ears.

“Seduction.”

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You’ve been working as Uzui Tengen’s photographer since high school, before the guy made his big break crashing into the industry through his social media and photo outlets until agencies and businesses and yada yada were all clamoring for a chance to represent him.

You two were classmates. Simple enough. Uzui always had a pretty big presence on campus and you just minutely made your way by on the average. You guys weren’t close, maybe a word or two in passing with papers or asking about homework. You were a part of the photography club and loved the art with a passion. You were sure you’d just about photographed anything that could be photographed on campus until your club members urged you to try moving to people.

It’d been a simple convenience of interests. Uzui had been looking to try getting into more professional photography without the commitment of hooking up with some agency he didn’t really have the patience to deal with, and you’d seen the clear and utter potential in getting to practice your skills photographing an actual model.

So you approached him that fateful day, camera in hand, ignoring the eyes of all your peers as you walked up to the best-looking second-year in school and asked:

“Can I take your photo?”

Because Uzui Tengen, for all his low-key arrogance that sometimes comes barreling right into your face, for all his exaggerated moves and flamboyance and whatever he likes to call his method and style of living—is beautiful.

He’s gorgeous. Uzui Tengen had been made with love, blessed most definitely in some way or another by a god or goddess in his past life. From the symmetrical contours of his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the fit, healthy shift of all his muscles—all of it, down to the way his hair could look anything like liquid platinum or pure moonlight—he was ethereal.

And you, with your camera and lens—you were like a sculptor called to the altar in the face of such potential.

Uzui Tengen, leaning back on his desk, uniform half-unbuttoned, staring right back at you had said:

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain why Uzui had been willing to let you take his photos that first shoot—though you’re fairly certain it’s mostly from the devil-may-care attitude, what’d either of you have to lose except a few hours of time? Uzui liked your work, you liked taking pictures of him. You two would work together, doing shoot after shoot, trying everything and then some, studying late into the night for exams and taking the bus to school, sneaking into abandoned complexes to get that one shot…

And then the partnership had spiraled out from there on, even into your adult careers, even through the meetings with the girls and everything else—

Uzui had been offered photographer after photographer after crashing into the big leagues. His faces were on the more underground magazines, but never doubted renown or fame. The moment his issues went out—they were gone. You’d urged him before over a long conversation at an izakaya, despite all his loud, lazy protesting and rude gestures and kicking feet into yours, stroking your legs up and down and trying to stop you from talking—to try other photographers, people with more skill and experience, but after the entire affair, he’d shown up to your college dorm saying—

“No one else but you,” Uzui pressed his finger into your camera, pressing it back into your gut as he leaned over you, lazy, half-lidded and with intent, “is allowed to take pictures of this face.”

He placed a hand on his chest, dragging it down.

“Of this body.”

“Okay,” you said simply. “But we should get some papers drawn up, just in case.”

“You can’t read a mood for shit, can you?”

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru all got along with you just fine, and you were fond of them just as equally. Uzui was fond of this whole open relationship thing, and you didn’t really care one way or another, even if you suspected he was merely standing in for the girls so they’d be left alone due to other familial circumstances and constraints, but that's none of your business. There was love there between all four of them, and it was more than most could speak for.

“You can join in,” Uzui said before, massaging your shoulders as he sat behind you, watching you edit his own photos. One of his favorite pastimes, the narcissist. “We’d love to have you. I think we could get up to some good fun.”

“Pass,” you’d said. “Unless Hinatsuru and I can be exclusive.”

Uzui cursed under his breath.

Now, after all these years, you guessed you could call each other friends. Very comfortable acquaintances as well as business partners. Being Uzui’s photographer got you many gigs, great offers, and good money—but most importantly you were able to do what you really loved. You got to experiment with him, try new things, break molds—Uzui was the perfect model, if you had to be honest, unyielding but moldable, and you—

You could only try to capture grains of that and show it to the world.

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It’s seven on the dot when the door to Uzui’s luxurious flat swings wide open for you.

The god himself stands before you in all his glory—his hair drips, just at the tips, hinting to his previous shower. It dampens the silk of his hair, gives it a darker shine and it makes the dark glimmer of his eyes feel a little more intimate, a little more bedroomy. He’s got nothing but a dark red robe on, splayed wide over his bare, muscular chest and parted a bit to show his legs are just as naked. Uzui’s eyes are on you, raking up and down, taking their time, long and languid like he’s undressing you just for the fun of it, molding you whatever way he likes—and he leans right up against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head.

Uzui Tengen drips pure sex appeal tonight, which makes sense for the theme. 

Meanwhile, your equipment is bursting at the seams from your heavy duty bags, piled over your shoulders like a mule and hanging under your arms. You dully meet his gaze, somehow managing to still be slurping another energy jelly pouch through a straw.

There’s a fire going on behind him, you hear low music too, smooth like silk, but you simply step past him into his apartment, waddling with your equipment, ignoring him completely.

“Alright,” you say. “Let’s do this.”

Uzui stands there at the door for a good few minutes longer before he lets the door swing shut. He turns, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t look the slightest bit happy.

“Well?” he says.

“What?” 

Uzui gestures to himself.

“Well?”

“You look great,” you say simply, knowing exactly what he wants. Compliments. Even though the damn man receives thousands of them on the daily. “Now this stuff is heavy, let’s get to the studio—”

“What’s the rush?” Uzui complains, walking right over to you and grabbing handfuls of your bags. They lift off your shoulders like they weigh nothing and you sigh in relief, rolling your aching shoulders. Uzui starts to herd you in the direction of his studio with his knees, even though you yap back in protest. “Here I was, ready to make some nice, lovely conversation because we haven’t seen each other—”

“I saw you two days ago.”

“—I even got wine ready, had a whole menu set to be ordered if you were hungry—”

“We never eat before shoots.” You pout. “I wanted Hinatsuru’s food…”

“She has a meal for you in the fridge.”

“Yes!”

“—and got all dolled up for tonight, just for you,” Uzui says, right at your ear, breath hot against the side of your face and you ignore him, opening up his studio. “And you barely even look at me.”

“Cry about it to Makio later,” you say, setting up your cameras. Uzui drops your bags with care, setting them aside and pulling out a single camera out of the many. “I’m on a bit of a time crunch tonight. I fit you at the last minute, remember?”

“I know,” Uzui says, running his thumb over the top of the lens. It’s the camera you always use when you can, your favorite one—your first one, with him. “I love that you can take me all the way in.”

You pause for a moment at his ridiculous wording. You raise a brow, continuing your work and ignoring Uzui’s movements behind you. “I’ve been thinking about your idea—it’s a good one. I think we can definitely make it work since you normally go so left field anyway. Something straightforward and intense… intimate, I like it. You’re good at that too.”

“Yeah,” Uzui calls from behind you, almost like a siren song, low, rumbling. “I know.”

He’s awfully playful tonight. You chalk it off to the fact that he’s got more energy and been too bored—he did say the girls would be out tonight visiting some old friends… Uzui Tengen has the attention span of a house cat—which means you’ve either got his entire focus or none of it at all, and when it’s all of it, you’re in for a bit of a rough time.

One big, stupid house cat. You think, assessing the studio. Uzui’s mostly set up the props himself you see, with a single, plush white mattress draped in dark red silks. There’s wine spilled into the corners of the paper sheet below, and the smell of it lightly permeates the air—you’re starting to get a better feel for this shoot.

“How’ve you been lately, (Y/n)-chan?” you almost jump when he appears right at your side, still playing with your camera. You glance up at him. “What have you been up to, hmm?”

“The usual,” you say simply. “You know, I just talked with you—it’s not like I’ve done anything more since then.”

“Maybe,” Uzui says with a wave of his hand. “But I like knowing everything.”

Yeah, I know. He’s been like this since high school. You just get the strange feeling that there’s something Uzui’s already got settled in his head he’s not quite sharing with you. It just better be about the damn shoot.

“Just finished that wedding shoot,” you say. “I’m still waiting to take yours.”

“The girls are waiting for you to join first.”

You roll your eyes. “Probably going to take a nice long break after these ones sell too. I think I’ve been doing too much lately.”

“Glad you finally agree,” Uzui says. “Now we can finally book that trip to—”

“Maybe go on a date,” you murmur offhandedly, considering it. Uzui’s talk about Valentine’s and seduction has got you thinking a bit. It has been awhile.

Uzui looks completely and utterly offended. Scandalized. 

“Excuse me? With who?”

“There’s a cute photographer from another studio who’s been hitting me up lately,” you explain. “Might give him a chance.”

“Cute,” Uzui repeats, like the word burns on his tongue. He places a hand on his chest, dragging it down and making a point to move so his robe barely hides— “You’d pick cute over this?”

You move away from the lighting, satisfied with how it looks. Uzui rolls his eyes hard enough for you to hear it.

“You have an idea of how you want me to start or do you want my pitch?”

“Oh, I’ve got it all planned out,” Uzui says, dripping extravagance. You blink in surprise when he pushes your old camera into your hands. “We’re shooting with this one.”

“...if we’ve got the red background,” you start, “my other one should be better for the—”

“I want this one.”

You roll your eyes. Uzui smiles, pleased with your compliance and he smooths a hand over his hair, stalking past you toward the mattress. You follow behind him, quickly adjusting the settings on your camera to get ready for the shoot. “How far are we going with this?”

You’ve shot Uzui nude plenty of times before, it’s a boundary you’ve crossed time and time again, but a minor heads up is always appreciated.

“As far as you want to go,” Uzui says. You raise a brow at him but he doesn’t say anything else, settling down onto the mattress and turning to lay on his back. He arranges himself, getting comfortable like one, giant jungle cat in the middle of a bedroom, considering his appearance for a moment before he parts a leg, letting his robe drape and tease against the moonlit column of his skin.

Uzui looks at you then. You pause. He’s getting into it today. The look in his gaze is already beginning to drip with heat, there’s a beckoning call in his face, a thin line of exasperation, like he can’t understand why you’re taking so long to come to him, until it slowly begins to creep into you the nature of what he’s going for.

“A POV kind of thing,” you murmur, sliding up to the edge of the mattress. Uzui tilts his head up to look at you, humming in agreement, “like they’re really there with you… okay, I like this. I can work with this.”

“I know you can,” Uzui says. He shows more skin, baring his neck, looking right up at you with those heated eyes. “It’s my idea after all.”

You lean over Uzui, quietly beginning to snap some shots. You start to warm up, moving around him a bit, testing the angles and pressing a little more forward. You keep your knees against the edge of the mattress, trying to find the spot that feels the most right—

Uzui’s warm, molten fingertips find the back of your neck like a vice. You freeze, camera in place by your head as he begins to guide you forward, forcing you closer. You get on your knees to quietly comply, kneeling on the mattress between his legs as you crouch over him with your lens.

“Like this,” Uzui whispers. His fingers stay and you consider for a moment telling him to switch poses, but relent and begin to snap away. “Yeah, just like that.”

“What sparked the sudden inspiration?” you ask, getting closer and leaning entirely over him now. Your hair shifts a bit over your shoulder and Uzui’s fingers brush it back. It’s beginning to feel more and more intimate, the air a little thick, and you think briefly that he feels like he’s on his best game today—he’s on top of it. “Feeling a little restless?”

“Wanted to do something special,” Uzui says, low and husky. He begins to raise himself up on his elbows, letting his robe pool around his waist as he rises, as though to meet you. You back off, sitting on your heels as he comes closer, half tilting his head, peering up through thick, long lashes. “Felt a bit… impatient.”

“About what?”

Click. Click. Click.

This is going to sell.

Uzui pushes forward, more, more. You snap off, moving with him as he begins to bend you backwards, leaning over you now. One of his hands slides down to your lower back, guiding you to unfold your legs and let them slide over his own. You adjust the angle, quick and move, trying to catch all the nuances of this position at Uzui’s dripping gaze, burning against your lens. Uzui gets closer as you bend back into the sheets. They’re cool on your back.

“I don’t think the nature of my photos,” Uzui says above you, like silk. “Are reaching my targeted audience.”

Now that’s a surprise. You almost ask more about it but this shoot is flying faster and smoother than you ever expected. These are all stellar shots. Uzui is killing it and it’s getting you a bit excited. Maybe you should try doing an angle from the other side with a chair and—

Uzui kneels between your legs, forcing you to part them to make room for him. You have to open them wide to comply with all of him. His robes pool around his waist, hiding the rest of his otherwise naked body from view. His hands come down on either side of your head as he pins you down into the sheets, licking his bottom lip and you click away, photo after mad photo while he looks down at you with a gaze that begs to devour, coaxes to allow submission and—

You pause, stiffening. One of Uzui’s hands is on the underside of your knee. You don’t mind if he’s just getting into character, but his hand is out of view and it’s not needed for him to touch you like that outside of the frame.

Uzui lifts your leg up and over his hip. You feel the hot, thrumming burn of his flesh against your leggings. You stop briefly in your clicking. “...Uzui, you can—”

“Don’t stop.”

You frown but quickly resume taking photos. Uzui’s free hand rest at first beside your head on the mattress, but once he leaves your leg at his waist, the hands switch as you adjust your angle and—

Uzui’s hand rests on the inside of your thigh. His large palm engulfs the inside of your leg, dangerously close to a boundary the two of you have not crossed. You pause again in your clicking, slowly tilting your camera to make it more obvious that his arm is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

You’re just imagining things. This is Uzui with three hot girl friends, the Uzui you’ve always—

When your camera keeps clicking, Uzui’s expression starts to change. His robes are nearly sliding off his waist now, almost exposing him completely. One simple motion and he’d be out of them. You raise a brow when he starts to look a bit… irritated? Impatient and restless, the corners of his brows edged with something like doubt until it clears.

“Alright,” Uzui sighs dramatically, “I’m done.”

You blink behind your camera, moving it aside to look at him. “Done? Already? Well, there’s probably plenty of good ones—”

Uzui grabs your hips with both his hands. You only have a second to blink at him before he gently but firmly, quickly pulls you flush against his waist, legs forced to part on either side of him and he pulls you completely tight up against—

You freeze. Your grip on your camera becomes shaky. Your mouth parts in surprise because suddenly—

There is something very, very hard pressed against the inside of your thigh.

Something you’re quite familiar with from past shoots.

But not like this.

“Um,” you curse your voice for cracking, trying to clear your throat. Heat flashes up your neck, starting to crawl up to your cheeks. “U… Uzui—”

“I don’t think that boy you’re even considering,” Uzui says, low, a bit dark. “Would be creative enough to do something like this, just to get his feelings across.”

Uzui loosens his grip on your thighs. He gives you the chance to retreat, but you’re caught in the earnestness of his gaze, the…

Want?

“I tried to be obvious,” Uzui says calmly. But his calm is dangerous, it drips with intent, guided purposefully as commands your gaze with a single look. You suddenly feel microscoped, forced under the lens of someone else’s camera. “Like Makio suggested.”

Uzui squeezes your thigh, his longer fingers reaching, covering pieces of your body with ease. He reminds you his hand is there, it’s intentional, and your jaw drops, gaping at him in disbelief. Did you drink too many energy drinks? Were you dreaming? Again? You’d washed out any dreams each time Uzui made those suggestions, lingered with those touches—you’d talked yourself out of it plenty of times before, there was just no way, keeping it professional was better—

“I’d tried to be cute,” Uzui says, dragging the word across his teeth, but one hand starts to dance fingers against the nape of your neck, following your collarbone, sending goosebumps up your spine. His expression is anything but cute. “Like Suma said.”

The heat, the hard, rigid press between your legs has not relented. Your head starts to spin, understanding and disbelief struggling for a stronger place at the forefront of your mind, chased quickly by your choices—stop this? Keep going? Let him finish? Run away?

“But I think being honest, like your favorite Hinatsuru said,” Uzui says huskily, “will work the best, won’t it?”

“Y-You,” you start. Uzui waits, with waning patience, watching you almost fondly. “You—are you saying—t-this, I mean, right now—”

You struggle for words. Uzui’s fingers rub distracting circles into your hip. They catch the outline of your underwear through your pants, tugging a bit purposefully. “I-I don’t know—a one night… we’re partners—”

“Oh,” Uzui says, looking a bit amused. “That’s cute. You think this would only be for one night?”

“Flings are—”

“Not very flamboyant,” Uzui says simply. He leans over you. The smell of wine still lingers. The sharp bite of his cologne. Your head feels a little dizzy. “I prefer something more… long term.”

Uzui lightly drums his fingers against your neck, following the bob of your throat with heated eyes. “Willing to consider a new contract?”

Uzui has always been your favorite subject. In a way, you realize, he’s probably always known. He’s your favorite muse. He knows it. Being able to have him through the lens has always been enough, you’ve never been greedy enough to consider anything else. What the two of you had has always been fine, it’s always been fun enough for you to just watch. Watch and see what Uzui Tengen does next but—

What’s next right now is—

(You’ve always found him interesting.)

You accidentally click your camera.

Uzui’s gaze seems lazy—it’s a poor disguise for the molten liquid dripping from his gaze, the heat searing under his touch and from his body between your legs. “One click for yes, two for no.”

Your fingers hesitate against your camera. Your breath catches in your throat.

(So why not wait and see, one more time?)

Click.

“That’s fine,” Uzui says. He smiles, pleased, and he speaks like each word is a promise for something else. “I want you to remember this night.”

Your camera slides out from your fingertips. Uzui calmly grasps it with one hand, raising it above your head, pulling the strap off from around your neck. Keeping his gaze locked with yours the entire time, he sets it down, away from the mattress, gently on the floor.

“I don’t think you’ll need a camera to remember it though.”

“T-This whole shoot—”

“I’m going,” Uzui says, “to kiss you now.”

And he does.

(And much, much more.)

- hope you enjoyed!

[zoe-oneesama]

I'm interested in the Lila exposed au about your akumasona. What's that?

For those who don’t know my OC (self insert) akumasona Zoe Rapporte (The Enchanted Florist), but her family owns a flower shop that is pretty successful - think “This florist does the arrangements at the Grand Paris and for High Profile Events” - so she’s mildly acquainted with Adrien from some of those events. Maybe not friends, but like when you frequent a coffee shop so much that you learn all the staff’s name and they all remember you.

So Lila is not above dropping lots of money to sell her lies (hello Gabriel Collection Fox Necklace) and one of her lies to her mother is that Adrien is her boyfriend. And what boyfriend doesn’t send his lovely girlfriend flowers, especially one as well off as Adrien Agreste? And really, as long as his name is on the card when her mother accepts them at the door, that’s all that matters, right?

So Zoe takes note that once a week this prissy girl with a bizarre hairstyle comes in to place a rather pricey bouquet order under Adrien’s name and has it delivered to the same address that’s on the credit card bill - doesn’t take a genius to figure out this delusional weirdo is pretending a celebrity is sending her flowers weekly. It’s a little strange because Zoe could’ve sworn she saw on TV that this chick had done photo shoots with Adrien before and based on his Instagram she was his classmate, so it’s kinda concerning that she’s going this far to burrow her way into his life. Still, she’s dropping quite a bit of coin and it’s really none of Zoe’s business, yeah?

But then imagine there’s a class event - maybe a dance, maybe a teacher’s appreciation week, maybe an alumni reunion - that needs our favorite class representative and her deputy to order a large amount of flowers. And Adrien, ever desperate to do his part, takes it upon himself to help with the budget. And maybe Nino decides to come for no particular reason lol.

So the four walk into the Rapporte Flower Shop and Adrien is so excited to introduce his friends to one of the familiar faces from his VIP world. And he’s just so exuberant as he brags about his friends and is so wholesome and different from the put together boy Zoe would briefly meet at those stuffy events that this surge of sisterly affection makes her completely forget her usual “none of my business” attitude. She’s got to let him know what it going on behind his back, especially if there’s a chance that he has no idea what kind of girl “Mlle. Rossi at the fifth story walk up” was.

And who knows? Maybe this was a misunderstanding, a weird arrangement Adrien had with his secret girlfriend to make sure she gets exactly the type of bouquet she wants? Zoe recons she’s had stranger requests. Welp, no better way to clear the air than to just ask.

“Hey Adrien, you know there’s this weird girl that comes in once a week and has flowers delivered to herself under your name?”

Adrien paused in his rant about Nino’s music mixing skills (having already left Alya puffing her chest in pride and Marinette a red puddle of embarrassed goo) to stare blankly at Zoe. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh yeah.” Zoe leaned into her palm, looking way too relaxed considering what she’d just dropped on him. “For, like, the two months at least. Always has us address her card ‘Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder, Ma Belle, from Your Loving Boyfriend Adrien Agreste’.”

“What the heck?!” Alya exclaimed from beside Nino who’s jaw was dropped in disbelief. “That’s crazy messed up. Adrien doesn’t even have a girlfriend, what does this psycho think she’s doing?!”

“Right? I don’t know who she thinks she fooling. What kind of boyfriend needs to sign his full name?”

“It is pretty weird.” Adrien said, rubbing his neck in discomfort. “But it’s not the strangest thing a fan has done. It’s not that big a deal, right?”

“Dude.” Nino started, staring at his best friend in mild horror. “Just because you don’t know this girl doesn’t make it ‘no big deal’.”

“Oh no.” Zoe pipes up again. “He knows her.”

“What?!” All of Adrien’s friend’s exclaimed. Even Adrien looked a bit shook by her admission.

Alya zipped over to the counter, leaning dangerously close to Zoe’s remarkably unfazed face. “What do you mean ‘he knows her’?! How do you know that?! This sounds like a creepy fangirl but you’re telling me she’s actually in Adrien’s life?!”

“I should say so. I mean, it was even on TV that she was modeling with Adrien and she’s made a few appearances on his instagram.” Zoe brought out her phone, casually thumbing open Instagram. “I would’ve just ignored it, but if she’s going around pretending she’s dating Adrien then he has the right to know.”

“Modeling with....and you said on his instagram...?”

“Are...” Marinette piped up, voice dripping with trepidation. “Are you talking about Lila?”

“Marinette,” Alya gave her friend a withering look. “Just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you can just accuse her of-”

Zoe cut her off, flashing her phone screen at the group to present a photo, having found the image she was looking for: a brunette with a straight fringe and her forelocks in twin tails leaning possessively over an uncomfortably smiling Adrien.

“Yes, Mlle. Rossi! I’d recognize that crazy hairstyle anywhere.” She turned the phone back to look at it herself. “Pft, Adrien, what’s with this caption? ‘Lila insisted I take post this picture?’ Yikes, man, learn to say no.”

Alya waved her hands in front of her, eyes scrunched closed in disbelief. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. You have GOT to be getting this twisted. Lila wouldn’t do something that like this, that’s just...wrong!”

“I mean, this is definitely the girl I was talking about.” Zoe said slowly, raising one eyebrow at Alya’s response. “And Rossi is the name on the bill. What exactly am I ‘getting twisted?’“

“Because!..Because Lila just wouldn’t!”

“Yeah!” Nino shouted from behind her, shaking himself out of the stupor this whole situation left him in. “She said she wasn’t into Adrien like that!”

Zoe snorted. “And you believed her?”

“W-well yeah, why would she lie about that...?”

“You guys are so cute. And definitely need to watch more True Crime shows.”

“What-?”

“Sorry Adrien.” Zoe lofted over Alya’s shoulder, cutting off another defensive quip. “I know she was your friend. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“Ah, no, she’s not really- I mean, I’m not that surprised to be honest.” Adrien offered weakly.

“It sounds right up her alley.” Marinette growled, fingers digging into her crossed arms.

“What...” Nino and Alya turned to their friends, confused and anxious. “What are you talking about? This..this is Lila we’re talking about!”

“The same Lila who got Marinette expelled?” Adrien stated, face grim and tired.

“That was rescinded, it wasn’t her fault-”

“The same Lila who sent everyone in Adrien’s contact list picture of her kissing Adrien?” Marinette ground out, aggravated.

“I mean, that was weird, but I’m sure she didn’t mean-”

“The same Lila who got my bodyguard and Natalie in trouble with my dad?”

“Or maybe the same Lila who stole Adrien’s dad’s book and threw it in the trash?”

“She did WHAT-?!”

“I-I fished it out for you!”

“Wait is that how you knew about Lila-”

“Wow.” Zoe whistled, again cutting the group off. “What a class act. Sounds like a great friend you got there, Adrien.”

“Oh trust me.” Adrien growled, eyes never leaving Marinette who steadfastedly refused to look at him. “After this we’re NOT friends.”

Alya held her head with one hand, staring at the ground. “Wait, wait, this...this can’t be right, Lila isn’t...she wouldn’t do this, she wouldn’t, she’s...cool! And nice! And-! She just can’t!”

Zoe cocked her head toward’s Alya, leveling her with a patient stare. “Well, then what is she doing?” Alya looked up blankly at her, prompting her further. “The truth of the matter is that Lila Rossi comes in once a week, and has been for at least two months, buying flowers to be delivered to her own address (which I know because it matches up to the address on the card with her last name on it), but dictates that the card say it was sent by Adrien. If she’s not faking that Adrien is sending her flowers, what is she doing?”

“I...I don’t...” Alya floundered. They were just supposed to order some flowers, how did the day turn like this?!

“You’re an investigative reporter, right? What’s that old Sherlock Holmes saying? ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth’?”

Alya leaned into Nino, staring out at the shop, searching for something to make some sense. She thought Lila was nice, was her friend, was everyone’s friend! But this stunt with Adrien...what does it even mean...?

Everyone looked towards the employee door as footsteps could be heard approaching. A moment later Tama, Zoe’s younger sister, stepped into the shop, pausing at the door when she realized five pairs of eyes were staring at her. She looked over the customers, taking in Marinette’s slight glower, Adrien’s tight jaw, and Nino and Alya’s devastated posture.

“Soooo, are you here to buy some bouquets?”

[falcqns]

Aurorra

Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry

A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!

It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.

It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.

It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.

You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.

You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.

You were going to be a single mother.

When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.

Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.

Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.

You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.

You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.

You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.

You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.

It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.

You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.

But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.

"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.

"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.

You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.

"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.

"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.

"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.

"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.

"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.

"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.

By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.

He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.

"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.

"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.

You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.

"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.

You smiled and took the box from her.

"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.

Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.

He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.

"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.

"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.

"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.

"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.

"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.

"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."

"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.

His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.

"How so?" You questioned.

He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."

"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.

The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.

Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.

"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.

She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.

"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.

Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.

"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.

"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.

"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.

Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.

"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.

He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.

"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.

Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.

A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.

"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.

"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.

"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.

"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"

She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.

"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.

"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."

Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.

"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.

"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.

[poguestvff]

CALL ME BACK — JJ MAYBANK

in which JJ maybank just needs someone to be with him but the one person who he really needs is not the one who he wants to see.

taglist | masterlist | 0.9k words

warning(s): slight angst :( she/her pronouns, minute talks of abuse. part two !!

It had happened again. Why did JJ constantly think things were going to change, that things would get better. Even after the seventh time of standing in the bathroom of the chateau, touching at the red and purple discoloration on his paled and frightened skin, he believed it would change. Touching at the split place on the left side of his lip, he told himself one day, things would change. he wanted it to change but deep down in him, he knew it never would.

He stressfully pulled at the blond locks in his hair, fingers linking between them with heavy breaths. the chateau was empty but the silence still seemed so loud. Every step he took, the creaking old wood underneath him echoing around the rooms as he went. It sounded like a taunt each time he'd take a step and he'd listen to it press and release against his foot. Even with how much he hated it, it reminded him he was wide awake and for now, he was alright.

His thoughts were beating him up. With the silence and not the constant sound of laughing from his friends, it left him and him alone. Probably wasn't the best timing with the outcome of his day so far. He didn't know who to call. He knew John B was out with Sarah and Kie was tagging along with Pope on his grocery rides leaving him alone. He scratched at the back of his head, humming to himself in thought as to hear something. Even his own voice was giving him some sort of relief. He didn't have anyone else to call other than Y/n and that was the worst thing to think about at that point.

Lovely Y/n, his supposed to be best friend for life, the matching bracelets from when they were ten representing that. They were best friends since childhood and they should've known that dating wouldnt have been the best idea but they took the risk. It completely ruined their dynamic, especially when JJ continued to treat her the exact same way he did Kie in a friend manner rather than like a girlfriend. With their breakup came the breakup of the pogues and Y/n, surprised with how easily the girl was willing to leave because of the awkwardness between her and JJ.

While the two of them were on the outs, she was the only person who he knew to call. He didn't want to deal with being alone, the sound of his sniffles echoing in the bathroom. His fingers shook, hesitantly scrolling through his phone to try and find her contact. He realized he still hadn't changed her name since the two months ago when they'd broken up. 'my love' with a heart, the most classic of names which he called her on occasion. He almost turned off his phone instead of pressing it but he did, putting it on speakerphone as he sunk to the floor, back against the bathroom wall.

It rang several times, the Maybank boy whispering pleas for her to pick up. When her voicemail rang through the room, he sighed and pressed the back of his head against the wall, harsher than expected. "Please leave a message and i'll try and get back to you." y/n's happy voice came through, the sound of him laughing in the background getting cut off from the time when he was there when she recorded it.

He cursed, shaking himself from his thoughts. "Uh, hey. Hey, Y/n/n, I—I really don't know why I called... Yes, I do." He interrupted himself, scratching at the side of his nose. “I just really need someone right now and—and everyone's gone. I didn't know who to call except you just... just if you get a minute, call me back." He ended the message there, shutting off his phone and moving it aside.

The silence did not last long as a notification caused his phone to light up. An instagram notification as he unlocked the device, looking towards the center. it was Y/n's username and she'd made a post. Y/n hardly posted, the last time she did being four months ago and it was a photo of all the pogues. He was surprised that she hadn't removed it but his suspicions got the best of him as he clicked on the notification.

It was a photo of y/n but she wasn't alone. the arm around her waist belonged to that of Topper Thornton as she sat on his knee. A toothy smile on both of their faces, giddy as can be in one another's hold. The caption was nothing more than a heart emoticon, the same heart emoticon that resided by her name in JJ's phone.

He cursed, regretting his choices of even opening his phone in the first place. Topper? Out of all people, Topper? He was hardly over the fact that John B was with Sarah, the last thing he wanted was her with Topper.

The last thing he wanted was her with anyone.

He tossed the phone aside, running his hands through his hair once again before banging the side of a closed fist against the wall. He was grateful it hadn't made a dent but he wished it had for a moment, thinking that it would've been worth the pain that now resided in his hand. His emotions soared at this point, the pain within his ribs throbbing, his hand burning, and the ache in his heart was more of a mental thing than a physical one.

His phone dinged again and he almost screamed. Why was the ring so loud? He pressed his palm against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut before picking it up to turn the do not disturb button but the reason for the ring had caught his attention.

from : y/n <3

"i'll be right there <3"

[laketaj24]

Serotonin

Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language

Inspo Song: Why are you here?

 The eyes searing into you from across the club belonged to Meg Styer; you knew of her well, based on Colson’s Instagram, she was the new arm piece. The well-known model had a reputation of making herself known to the exes, even if that meant starting confrontations when they were not needed. She crossed her long russet brown legs; they shimmered in gold, as did her entire outfit. You felt immediately outdone, thinking of the minimal effort you’d put into the outfit or your makeup today. Tonight's outing was not supposed to be about Colson or this new woman; it was about falling out of this fucking slump you'd found yourself in for the past month.

"It’s lively here.” Eric grinned. Straight edge, Eric.

You cringed inside; if your mother could have created someone on an app, Eric would have been him. Without a doubt, he was handsome, with dark hair, delicate features, and not a tattoo or piercing in sight. The club had been his idea, but parts of you believed he’d gotten the idea from your sister, who knew that there was no way in hell you’d sit at a restaurant and eat. You liked the action; your job called for you to sit in silence and awkward conversations; you didn't want your life to be a damper as well.

“It is,” you looked around, taking everything in, including the abrasive eyes that still remained on you, but it didn’t matter once he entered the room. The black shirt revealed his entire tattoo-riddled chest, even the one of your name he’d gotten a few years back. He looked like he might be up to trying you tonight, so you had to disappear and do so quickly. “We should go to the booth you got.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t a good idea; you sat uncomfortably across from the pair watching their every move while trying to suppress the need to end the date abruptly and slap the fuck out of him. Irritating you always was the one thing he did exceedingly well. Meg sat in his lap, draping her arms over his body, throwing her ass on him like she had no shame!  Did he know it was you across the room from him? Did he care? You watched as the waiter brought your third glass of tequila to the table and leaned into Eric, noticing the earthy cologne mixed with the whiskey. He smelled nice, or perhaps you were elusive to the bullshit because being near to him dulled the ache of the scene across from you.

The room to be secluded offered no privacy, so even when you felt alone, you were smothered in the thoughts of what if he saw you kiss or touch this guy- what the fuck was his name again? You uncrossed your legs, clumsily kicking the round glass table in front of you and spilling his drink but thank god not yours.

“I need some air; I’m gonna go get some.” You paused and took your glass. “I’ll be back.” The words scrambled out, and you did too, pushing up from the leather couch and not looking back to see Eric’s reaction to the awkward movements.

Too many people surrounded you, and at the moment, all you truly wanted was to hear nothing and feel nothing, even if it meant you had to get shit-faced. The stairwell didn’t have many people in it; only two women consumed in one another and Colson.

Your heart sunk once you realized it was him, from fear, dread – fucking embarrassment, maybe? He shook his head; you took notice of the three earrings in one ear while the other garnished a seat of crosses that dangled. Colson’s hair was slightly disheveled atop his head; the dark roots peeked out of the platinum blonde tapered cut. He looked great as usual. “I thought you were in for the night?” Colson’s voice carried over the music because he refused not to be heard, especially by you. He looked down at you, nursing the glass of chilled tequila. You’d acquired a taste for it over the years of being with him, Colson drinking tequila like water had rubbed off on you. “This doesn’t look like your place.”

“Did you want something?”

“Why are you here with that broke down,” He paused dramatically, raising his hand as he thought of more insults. “Tom and Jerry looking motherfucker?”

“That’s the best you can do?”

Colson drug his teeth over his lip, “Where you meet him?”

“Where’s that instamodel chick? You know the one with the plastic ass and tits? You leave her in the car just so you can go check on your other hoes, or is she in here with them?”

“Man, stop.”

“I saw her looking at me, don’t tell them about me. I’m not your concern, and I am damn sure not theirs.”

“How’d you catch her looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?” Colson’s cocky smirk sent a rush of anger coursing through your body; even when he lost, he found a sure way to find a confident victory in it.

“Bye, Colson.” Your eyes met his, remembering how blue they were. Even when he was dead drunk, they found a way to still hold onto the Colson you knew was in there somewhere. The sweet one that danced in the rain and stayed in bed with you every free night he could give -- you shook it off. Breaking eye contact with him to look anywhere but the blue crystal stare. You cut down to the ground, admiring your pumps before he turned away from you and left.

The drink was no longer cold, and the tequila didn’t even burn as you chugged down the remnants of the clear liquid. You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath, and then leaned against the stairwell.

“Long night?” Eric cleared his throat.

“Already, I’m so sorry. Could we leave here?”

Eric shook his head yes and placed his hand on your shoulder, “Is everything okay?”

“Perfectly, fine. It’s fine.” You swallowed. The hazed state of your mind needed to be cleared, especially before you left with him. “Can I meet you upfront? I’m going to freshen.”

“It’s fine; take your time.”

 You wouldn’t take your time; the quicker you were out of this place, the better. Whenever you were in his element, your mind refused to do the right thing. You moved through the crowded dance floor, carefully avoiding familiar faces. And finally, you were at the restrooms splashing the cool water on your face. You looked yourself over, grateful you hadn’t worn makeup—the trickles of water run down your rich ochre brown skin.  Too many thoughts raced through your mind out there but not in here. It was silence, and your mind was in a stupor. For a second, everything stilled, your heart and breathing were relaxed, and everything was back to normal, that moment as everything else was short-lived.

Colson’s reflection appeared in the mirror before you. “I cannot believe you lied to me?” The door clicked behind him.

“I didn’t lie to you.” The way he casually entered the women’s bathroom to start an argument pissed you off. “And get the fuck outta here.”

“We talked earlier today, and you said you were in for the night.”

“You said you were going out by yourself, and you got a whole entourage. So, same shit, we both just single now.”

“Come here.”

“No, you don’t get to tell me to come here. You don’t get to follow me in the bathroom and talk to me about fucking lying when you-.”

Words ended when his lips met yours, he towered over you, but he didn’t mind the effort it took to get to your lips. He walked you against the wall- steadying your steps to his until he picked you up, and as if your body knew the routine, you wrapped your legs around him. Your lips eagerly kissed him back, tugging on his bottom lip before returning to take more kisses. How were you this hungry for him? You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you, rip this dress and ruin you in this unlocked bathroom. “Y/N.”

“Fuck me.” You pleaded.

He only needed the confirmation to move towards his belt buckle unsheathe his dick. There were two ways you fucked, frantic and as if you would never see one another again and then slow – ironically, they both had the same outcome. Your heartbeat matched his, strumming against your chest, and his matched yours. You loved it. There was no foreplay needed; you wanted to feel every inch of the pain he had to offer. He pushed the black dress up to your thighs, bunching the fabric enough that it revealed your pussy for him. He swiped his tongue over the pads over his fingers and swiped your lips. You were wet for him. You had been the whole night, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. He pushed the long finger into you, curling it to press the soft pad that made you squirm and throw your head back in pleasure.

He moved from the wall to the counters, not giving a fuck if someone walked in or not; he spread your legs wider for him and gripped your curls. Exposed to the world, but all you could see was him. You reveled as he slammed into your hilt deep, muted your sequel with his lips, and paused. “You missed me, didn’t you?” He whispered. “Y/N?”

“Shut up,” Your pussy answered for you, squeezing to pull him deeper as he fucked into you. He wasn’t even deep enough for you; your fingers tug on the black shirt as you thrust to meet him each time. Your skin clapped against his every time, his cock expertly hitting that spot inside of you that made you want to cum right then and there. You held it, panting as it began to build up all over your body. He knew the signals, the way your hands rapt against him, legs quivered, and your pussy throbbed.

“Up.” He said, listening to the door open behind him.

Decency had left when he started fucking you, there was no way in hell you’d stop now, and Colson possessed no fucks when it came to sex. They could watch whoever the fuck it was. He positioned you in front of the mirror, bent over for him. Colson’s heavy hand came down on your ass, and then he pushed into you arching your back before wrapping a hand around your hair and fucking into you wildly.

Your ass bounced back on him, and his moans made you wetter. Your fists clenched as you tried to steady yourself – there was no controlling the orgasm that flowed through you. Your breath quickened, your toes curled, and your eyes snapped closed as his name rolled from your tongue.

“Open them eyes.” He gave an arrogant laugh before leaning over you, pushing himself deeper and flicking his tongue over the lobe of your ear.,

Your eyes opened, and you saw yourself flushed with sweat, mouth open, and him fucking the shit out of you. The scene erotic, beautiful, and shit you wanted it again and again. “Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“You think that fucking clown ass suit gone give you this?” He laughed as he slapped your ass again. “I thought not.” He guided you back on him, taking your hips in his hands, making sure you took every inch. He was greedy himself, watching your breast bounce in the reflection of the mirror, all while hearing you echo throughout the entire bathroom. It was music to his ears. Colson slowed his stroke momentarily, peppering, kissing down your shoulder blade before increased his pace once again, and your body jolted. You ground against him, urging him to cum and the pressure built. He panted against your back for a moment and then kissed your exposed skin. “Don’t go home with him.” He whispered, retrieving your panties from his pocket. Colson lowered himself to his knees and turned you around.

“You can’t tell me that.” You whispered.

“I’m asking.”

“Are you taking her home?”

“I can drop her ass off at her place right now.” He smiled, pointing. “Shit, you can ride shotgun.”

Good memories flooded of his snarky ass sense of humor and late nights. “You’re silly.”

Colson adjusted your dress and then stood in front of you, making sure your hair and lipstick was not smudged everywhere. “Drop Chandler off and come home.”

“Fucking hell mate,” Dom’s voice did not seem shocked. “This other chick is trying to kill me out here. Y/N?”

“Dude, will you get the fuck out of here… like now.”

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

“This was-,” You step away. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’ll call you okay?”

“Tonight?”

“Tomorrow.” You clarified. “Or the next day, just give me a damn minute to breathe?”

“Bet.” He sighed. “Should I go first… so it won’t seem suspect?”

“You’re a 6’4” guy leaving the women’s restroom, you’re busted.” You chuckled.

 A/N: I through Dom (Yungblud) in there because I kinda love him just as much lol might right him too! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you! Please let me know what you think!

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[secretsandwriting]

So I’m testing some new things out with this so you guys will have to tell me what you think!

I’ve also come to the conclusion that while Timothee isn’t my favorte celebrity I like writing for him.

Also, I have no idea how movie premieres work so this is really just a guess and could be completely wrong.

Word Count - 1609

Beta Read - by google docs

Navigating through the crowded streets of New York was getting to be something you were good at. Moving there had definitely been a culture shock but after getting used to it, it was pretty nice. But now, you needed to get coffee and work on your French for one of your classes.

Ordering and setting yourself up, you started the assigned video and prayed it would make sense and you wouldn’t have to add another hour or two of study to your already full schedule. But as fate would have it, it sounded like gibberish.

Restarting the video to try again, you were pulled out of your studies by a burning sensation going down your arm. Pulling out your headphones you looked down at your arm to brown soaking into the sleeve.

“I’m so sorry!” The guy in front of you looked familiar but due to his mask it took a moment for it to sink in. Timothee Chalamet. He was an actor, but that wasn’t important. What was important? He knew french.

“That’s not important. Do you have any free time right now? I know you know french and I need to learn it and this makes no sense and it’s due in two hours.” You definitely caught him off guard, but he checked his phone.

“I have an hour.” He pulled a chair over and you handed him one of your earbuds. For the next hour he helped you, he was a lot better than the video your teacher had given you.

“Here,” he handed you a slip of paper. “If you need more help just text me and I’ll help when I can.”

“Thank you! With your help, I’ll at least pass.” He laughed and you said your goodbyes before he went on his way and you worked on finishing the rest of your homework.

While you worked, you didn’t notice the girls in the corner watching you with their phones out and slightly pointed at you.

The next day, you almost regretted asking Timothee for help when you woke up to your phone being blown up by friends and social media. There were multiple pictures of you and Timothee as well as multiple dating theories. One of the notifications stood out, Timothee had messaged you on Instagram.

You didn’t really talk until your next assignment came and you texted him about it. Together you decided to meet at one of the libraries. This time you knew that you would be spending time with a celebrity and people would notice so you made sure you at least looked alive. That way if there were pictures posted online at least you wouldn’t look like too much of a mess. Apparently Timothee noticed.

“You look nice.”

“Well, the chances of pictures being taken are pretty big so I at least want to look alive and not like I just rolled out of bed.” He snorted and you chatted for a few minutes before getting to work.

This time it was a bigger assignment so it took a few hours instead of one. But it didn’t seem to be so long, it felt like time had flown by and it was finished immediately. Timothee was interesting, you two could have fun but when needed it could be serious.

So when you split ways and Timothee started texting you an hour later, you didn’t feel like he was trying anything. It just felt like you were talking to a friend you had known for years. Then, you had plans to hang out two days later when he was free. The plan was to got to a park and play with kids and act like a kid, simply to feel like you didn’t have so much on your plate and could just have fun for an afternoon.

The interview he asked you about, was before you were meeting to go to a park and act like you were children, not adults who had jobs and college. But that was the plan, and exactly what you did.

The two of you ended up chasing each other until all the other kids at the park wanted to play with the two of you. The parents watched the two of you close when you played with them but that was to be expected.

Timothee was good with kids. Not just good, amazing. All the little girls were absolutely in love with him while all the boys were amazed by how strong he was.

However, as most people know. Kids have no filter, therefore they ask any question that comes to their brain. Hence the 30 different times you had to tell them that you weren’t dating and you were just friends having fun. Some of the parents seemed to think so too, one of them basically told you.

“Thank you for playing with Maggie, she had a blast and she’ll probably sleep well tonight.” The lady looked relieved at the thought. “You and your boyfriend would be good with kids if you decide to have them.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We just met a month ago and we just came here to have some fun.” She nodded but you could tell she didn’t believe you. Trying to ignore what she said you turned and went back to playing with the kids.

It was after two hours of playing different games, the two of you decided that you were out of energy. Timothee offered getting a meal and you agreed. And that’s how you ended up in a Mcdonalds.

For the next few months, you would meet up for assignments or just to hang out. The press had a hayday with it but after a while it was easy to ignore and then it became more fun to do funny poses every once in a while.

Then he had to go work on a movie so your contact was left to text, phone calls, and facetime. It worked but it wasn’t as good as meeting in person. He still helped with your french until the semester was over part way through his movie.

“Timmy!!! I passed!!!” You held up your phone to the camera on your computer so he could see through his screen. It was amazing and you owed it all to him. Last semester you had barely passed and that had been with 4 times the amount of studying then you had done today. Timothee was godsent.

“Yes! You did it!” You celebrated for a little bit before he got serious. “Y/n, since you passed I know what we can do to celebrate. When this is over, you should come as my plus one to the movie premiere.”

“The movie premiere?!” He nodded, you could see how nervous he was in his eyes. “I have one question.” He nodded, waiting for you to ask. “What am I supposed to wear.” He snorted.

“I’ll talk with my manager and see what he says.” So that was the plan. You kept talking with him, but now it was less about school and more for the fun of it.

When the movie premiere came close Timothee got an answer to your question. Though he almost seemed hesitant to tell you.

“You just have to go get measured and go to a few fittings. The brand making my suit is making you a matching dress.” You would be matching with Timothee sure, you were going as his plus one, or date depending on who you ask. But brand? This dress sounded like it was going to cost more than your college tuition.

“Ok, when and where do I need to go?” He gave you his manager’s private number so you talk straight with him and get all the details. Little did you know, that that was the beginning of the storm.

Somehow it got out that you were going with Timothee and even getting matching outfits. Soon, your phone was being blown up by people trying to get details and even shows asking you to come on and talk about it. Timothee’s manager called you and offered to be your manager until this all calmed down, mostly because this affected Timothee but the offer was still appreciated and accepted.

He texted you a link and told you to post it in all of your public social media bios titled ‘Manager’s contact’. While it wasn’t something most celebrities did, you had just been dragged into this. It would start as a base line until things were figured out.

Through this mess, Timothee kept apologizing even when you said it was ok and it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. You thought the manager would be enough but then you ended up sharing Timothee’s booking agent too. Apparently everyone wanted to talk with you.

A few days after agreeing, you learned that the episode would be realised a week before the premiere, but hopefully it would go well. You were also told that Timothee would be doing the interview with you which made you feel a lot better.

Timothee came back the day before you had to fly to California so you were going to let him take the day to rest because frankly it was a lot, but he showed up at your door with his suitcase. He hadn’t even gone home.

“Timmy! What are you doing he-” He cut you off.

“Can I kiss you?” What? That wasn’t what you expected. While you stood there staring at him completely confused, he started shifting around a little bit and playing with his hands.

“Yeah.” That’s all it took for him to get his confidence back.

Request:

Hey, I really love your writing.

Can I request something with Thimothée Chalamet? Maybe like they meet at a coffee shop and he accidentally spills his coffee on her and then they become friends and they progressively fall in love with each other? If you can’t I understand.

Thank you 🤍

[marauders-venting]

Until The Very End

pairing: not centered around a pairing but wolfstar plays a pretty big part

genre: fluff & a little angst

warnings: screaming, extreme pain, mentions of blood, broken bones and similar injuries (please let me know if i’ve forgotten something)

words: 3582

a/n: this is a request I got from someone on Instagram :) I love the “until the very end” quote so much but i’ve completely taken it out of context in this fic. just so you know

Remus was pacing the room which showed just how nervous he was about this transformation because his bones were aching and he felt exhausted.

“You can’t do this,” Remus said finally, turning to James, Sirius and Peter. “You can’t. What if something goes wrong? I could hurt you. You can’t do this.”

“Remus, everything’s going to be fine, I promise,” Sirius said. “We did tons of research, everything will be fine.” Remus bites at his nail.

“But—”

“Remus we’re not going anywhere,” James said firmly.

“The whole point of us becoming animagi was so that we could help you,” Peter said. “This is safe. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But what if it doesn’t work?” Remus said. “I could kill you; you can’t take that risk.”

“There’s no reason for it not to work,” Peter said. “We’ve all transformed before and we know that we become animals and you said yourself that werewolves don’t hurt animals.”

“But what if the wolf recognises that you’re not really animals?” Remus said. “Like what if you still smell like humans or something?”

“Remus, we checked that too, remember?” Sirius said gently. “Both McGonagall and the textbook said that there are no traces that indicate that an animagus isn’t a real animal. Unless, y’know, we’re acting like people which we won’t. But even if we did that’s not something you would pick up on as a wolf.” Remus nodded a little, still pacing.

“Okay but just…” Remus hesitated, stopping in his tracks. They waited to hear his next worry so they could dispel it with a counterargument. “Promise me you won’t look?”

“What?” James asked.

“When I’m transforming,” Remus said. “Don’t watch. Wait outside the room.”

“Okay,” Sirius said, relieved that Remus had calmed down. “We can do that.” So they went into the tunnel leading to the Shrieking Shack and Remus followed them.

“Transform into your animagus forms before I go back inside, okay?” he said nervously. “Just to be safe.” He was digging his nails into his flesh. A nervous habit. Sirius took his hand, pulling it away from his other arm, the one that now had marks on it from his nails.

“Everything is going to be fine, Moony,” Sirius whispered, squeezing Remus’ hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” Remus breathed, “yeah, I do.”

“Good,” Sirius said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Remus said. He pressed a kiss to Sirius’ lips, lingering for a moment. “Try not to listen. And don’t watch. Don’t watch,” he whispered, shaking his head, his eyes not breaking contact with Sirius’. Remus went back to the other room but not before he saw them transform — Sirius into a dog, James into a stag and Peter into a rat — then he closed the door as far as he could. He leaned against the wall for a moment, feeling unsteady on his feet. He only had to wait a moment before his body started to shake.

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Sirius could hear the screams. They sounded strangled like Remus was trying to stay quiet but couldn’t. It sounded like he was being tortured. Sirius wanted to burst into the room and help Remus but there was nothing he could do. And Remus had asked him not to watch. So Sirius waited, glancing over at James and Peter. He didn’t know what an expression of worry looked like on the faces of a stag and a rat but he was sure that this was it.

When the screams had subsided, Sirius heard a howl and figured it was safe to enter. He pushed the door open with his nose and there, in the middle of the room, was a wolf howling at the moon outside the window. When Sirius entered the room the wolf stopped and looked at him. He came towards Sirius slowly, sniffing him out. Sirius held his breath. Despite what he had told Remus, he was nervous. He knew that Remus wouldn’t hurt him but he wanted to stop Remus from hurting himself. He had promised Remus that he would. What if he couldn’t do that? What if all this would be for nothing?

But within seconds the wolf was all over him, licking his face and running around him excitedly. Sirius could have laughed. He had only ever heard Remus’ account of what the wolf was like and though he was sure that Remus was being too hard on himself, he had never expected this.

The wolf then moved on to James, chasing around him excitedly as he had done with Sirius. He kneeled close to the ground next to Peter, sniffing him. He pawed at Peter curiously but eventually seemed to decide that he liked his new company. He seemed so genuinely happy to see them that Sirius could hardly equate him with the dangerous beast Remus had talked about.

They spent the rest of the night with Remus, wandering the grounds and the forest. Sirius was completely in awe. The longer he spent around the wolf, the less he understood what Remus was talking about.

The wolf chased after insects and owls like an excited puppy, he cautiously dipped his paw into the lake and then ran as far away as he could from the water when he caught a glimpse of the giant squid, he spent the whole night running around Sirius, James and Peter. He even raced Sirius across the grounds. He just seemed happy to be out of the cramped room to which he was usually confined.

Sirius wasn’t naive; didn’t doubt that upon seeing a human being the wolf would become vicious and dangerous but that didn’t mean that he was a vicious animal. If anything, he seemed peaceful. The wolf was… well, he was adorable. And Sirius would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying this. Of course, he hated that Remus was getting hurt and of course he would prefer it if he didn’t need to do this but he wasn’t hating it.

He remembered Remus confiding in him once that he was afraid that Sirius, James and Peter would get sick of him once they realised the true gravity of having to look after a werewolf on a full moon. Sirius had assured him that this wouldn’t happen. They would do anything for Remus and taking care of Remus was one of the things Sirius loved most. Remus was so strong all the time; Sirius wanted to show him that he was allowed to need help sometimes, allowed to let other people care for him and to want that care.

“We’ll stay with you,” Sirius had said. “Until the very end.” All of those things were true then and are still equally true now. But if he’s being honest, Sirius doesn’t feel like he’s taking care of Remus at the moment. It just feels like they’re hanging out. Yes, Remus isn’t acting exactly like his usual self but it’s still Remus. Sirius doesn’t feel like he’s had to do much, let alone like he’s shouldering a burden.

When the moon begins to fade into the light of the early morning, Sirius, James and Peter lead Remus back into the Shrieking Shack. They stay in the room for a little while until the moon has nearly faded away entirely; Sirius and Remus are curled up on the floor, James and Peter right beside them. Sirius knows that Remus is about to transform back. Remus didn’t want them to watch him transforming into a wolf so Sirius doubted he’d want them to see him transforming back. He gets up, James and Peter following him, walks out the door and tugs at it with his mouth to close it. They don’t transform back yet, waiting to hear that Remus has transformed first. They hear screams and cries again. Sirius knows that there’s nothing he can do but he still hates himself for doing nothing while Remus is in pain.

When the screaming stops, all that is left is the sound of heavy breathing and… crying? They transform back and walk into the room. Remus is lying on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. Sirius gasps as he gets a closer look at Remus. He’s never seen him like this, before Madam Pomfrey has had the chance to fix him up a little, but if Remus’ injuries were usually worse than this then Sirius couldn’t see how Remus was still alive. He has deep gashes across his arms, bloody wounds all over his chest and his stomach, cuts littering his face and Sirius is almost certain that his leg is broken but he can’t confirm it.

“Remus,” he breathes, bending down next to him.

“Sirius,” Remus croaks out. He’s only half-conscious. Sirius is surprised he can speak at all.

“Shh, don’t waste your energy, love,” Sirius whispers. “I’m here. I’m here.” He wants to do something. To heal Remus, to move him to the bed in the corner, at least to hold his hand, but he’s afraid of hurting Remus. He turns to James and Peter who are standing behind him looking equally stunned. “We have to do something,” he says to them.

“We can’t,” James says. “Madam Pomfrey will be here soon. She’ll heal him but we can’t be here Pads.”

“We can’t just leave him like this,” Sirius says.

“We have to,” Peter says grimly. “We can’t help him, Sirius, we’ll only get him in trouble by staying here. Madam Pomfrey will know what to do.”

“We’re not leaving,” Sirius insists. “We’ll wait here and when Pomfrey comes we’ll hide under the Cloak. Then he can go back to the dorm.”

“Okay,” James says. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Sirius felt Remus grab his hand and he turned around.

“Sirius,” Remus whispers. “You’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Moons,” Sirius whispers back. “It’s you we’ve got to worry about.” Remus turns his head to James and Peter.

“You’re all okay,” he whispers. And then his eyes close and he passes out.

Barely three minutes pass before Madam Pomfrey turns up. James, Sirius and Peter hide under the Invisibility Cloak as she conjures up a stretcher from midair and levitates Remus onto it with her wand. Then she heads back to the castle. James, Sirius and Peter follow her through the open castle door but they don’t go to the hospital wing. Not yet. They go back to the dorm for an hour of sleep before their alarms go off and they go to the hospital wing to visit Remus before class.

When Sirius’ alarm screams at him that it’s time to wake up (literally. The clock was charmed to talk very loudly at him until he hit the snooze button), he wants nothing more than to continue sleeping. But he doesn’t. He drags himself out of bed, brushes his teeth and splashes cold water on his face to try and wake up, changes and heads down to breakfast with James and Peter. He’s too tired to eat anything so he drinks coffee. Lots of coffee.

They rush to the hospital wing before their first period. Remus is still sleeping, of course. However tired they are, it’s ten times worse for Remus. Sirius is surprised at how much better Remus looks. Madam Pomfrey must be a miracle worker if she managed to mostly heal Remus this quickly. And, Sirius is glad to see, Remus does look better than he usually does. Last night Sirius had been afraid that maybe they had made things worse for Remus instead of helping, but he had no point of reference. He had never seen Remus before Madam Pomfrey had healed his injuries on a regular full moon. And as it turns out, there is a very big difference. Sirius breathes a sigh of relief.

“Do you think we should write him a note or something?” Peter says. It’s the first thing any one of them has said all morning. They’re all too tired to talk. “To let him know we’re okay and that everything was fine.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” James says. They scribble down a quick note as Madam Pomfrey comes into the room and ushers them out, telling them they have to go to class. Sirius takes one last look at Remus and smiles. Maybe their idea would really work. Maybe they could really help Remus like he promised him he would.

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Remus wakes up around noon, as he usually does after a full moon. His bones ache and his body is sore but admittedly, he isn’t in as much pain as usual. The moment Madam Pomfrey notices he’s awake she hurries to his side with a potion and a tray of food.

“You can eat the food whenever you get hungry but drink the potion now,” she says, starting with her usual spells to check for any damage in his internal organs or the fundamental systems in his body.

“Okay,” Remus says. He’s familiar with the procedure.

“You were doing much better than usual last night,” she says. “Your wounds weren’t nearly as deep as they normally are and there was only one broken bone.”

“Only one?” Remus says in surprise. He usually manages at least four.

“Yes, just your ribs,” she says. “How are you feeling?”

“Less tired than usual,” he admits. “Less pain.”

“That’s excellent, Remus,” she says. Madam Pomfrey had been referring to him by his first name since his first year. You can’t spend as much time as he does in the hospital wing without getting to know the matron. “Don’t forget to drink the potion,” she added as she finished her spells. “Oh, and your friends left you a letter.”  Remus reaches to his bedside table to grab the goblet with the potion and the letter from his friends.

Dear Moony,

Everything is okay, just like we promised! We’ve gone to class because Madam Pomfrey made us and Minnie would’ve killed us if we hadn’t shown up for Transfiguration. But we’ll be back soon! We hope you’re doing a little better than usual. We had a blast with you last night and we hope you’re not doing too bad. We’ll tell you all about it as soon as classes end. Have a good sleep for now.

Love,

Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs.

PS I know we already signed the letter with love but I’m sending you some extra love that’s just from me because you deserve it so here Moony take all of my love xx

PPS that last bit was from Sirius

PPPS yes Peter I’m pretty fucking sure he knew that

PPPPS both of you shut up and stop writing so loud. Moony’s sleeping. If you wondered what that noise was, Moony, that was Sirius breaking his quill when he snatched it back from Peter. oh we’re being yelled at to go to class now byeeeeee

There was a line drawn from the last ‘e’ to the edge of the paper where Remus assumed the paper had been snatched from James while he was writing, probably by Madam Pomfrey, his quill dragging out and drawing the line.

He reread the letter and laughed. He really did have the best friends in the world. And they’re okay. They’re really okay. And with what Madam Pomfrey had told him, they had managed to significantly decrease the damage he caused to himself on the full moon. He felt better too. Maybe this crazy idea could actually work. Maybe his friends could actually help him.

When Sirius, James and Peter finally came to the hospital wing, Remus had finished both the potion and the food Madam Pomfrey had brought for him.

“Hi,” he said, grinning at them. “I got your letter.”

“We have a very sophisticated vocabulary, don’t we?” Sirius said.

“Oh yeah,” Remus nodded. “Definitely.”

“So how are you feeling?” Sirius asked. All three of them pull up chairs, settling around Remus’ hospital bed.

“I’m okay,” Remus said.

“Liar,” James said. “How are you really feeling?”

“No, really, I’m okay,” Remus insisted. Sirius looked at him skeptically. As did James and Peter. “I swear. I mean, yeah I’m still really tired and I’m a bit sore and stuff but I’m not nearly as bad as usual.”

“Really?” Peter asked excitedly. “Does that mean it worked?”

“I… I think it did,” Remus said, smiling at them. “I only broke one bone last night.”

“Only?!” James asked, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean ‘only’? How many do you usually break?”

“Usually four,” Remus said, shrugging. “Sometimes more. But I only broke one last night. Which is crazy.”

“Was it your leg?” Sirius asked.

“Nah, my ribs,” Remus said. “My leg was only sprained.”

“It looked broken last night,” Sirius said.

“You looked broken last night,” Peter said. “All of you.”

“Yeah, Remus, we wanted to tell you,” James started. “We’re really, really sorry. We had no idea how painful the transformations are for you. We’d only ever seen you after Madam Pomfrey had patched you up. I mean, we knew it hurt but we never thought…”

“We didn’t know it was that bad,” Sirius finished.

“It’s not your fault,” Remus said, looking down. “It’s really not a big deal, honestly—”

“Not a big deal?” Sirius said. He didn’t sound angry, just surprised. Maybe a little sad. “Moons, you were nearly unconscious. You were covered in blood, you were in so much pain. And you got through it. You do it every month. That’s incredible, Remus. You don’t realise it because you’ve been doing this for so long but you are so, so strong. You’re like… a superhero, Rem.” Remus didn’t know how to respond to that but his face seemed to think that blushing would be appropriate. He hesitated for a moment, then moved over in the hospital bed.

“Come sit with me,” he said to Sirius, patting the space beside him.

“Okay,” Sirius said, smiling and cautiously sitting down in the space Remus had made for him. “Hi, superhero,” he said, kissing Remus lightly on the lips.

“Hi,” Remus replied against Sirius’ mouth. For a moment, everything is forgotten and all there’s only one thing left in Remus’ mind that matters: Sirius’ mouth. Until James cleared throat and Peter noisily rearranged his chair. Remus and Sirius broke apart but their hands remained linked under the blanket.

“So what was it like last night?” Remus asked them. If he’s being honest, he’s a little afraid of the answer. He trusts that they didn’t watch him transform but that doesn’t mean it was pleasant to hang around a werewolf all night. “Was it scary?” he asked, assuming the worst before his friends could say anything. “Were you worried about keeping me in check?”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.

“Were you worried I’d hurt you? Or someone else?”

“No,” Sirius said. “Not really. I wasn’t even thinking about it. You seemed too… cute to attack anybody.” Remus snorted.

“Yeah, okay,” he said sarcastically.

“You were!” Sirius insisted. “You chased owls and played with the water in the lake and sniffed flowers. We even raced across the grounds.”

“Really?” Remus said. “We raced?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said.

“Who won?”

“We tied,” Sirius said.

“No you didn’t,” James laughed. “Remus definitely won.”

“No he didn’t,” Sirius insisted. “Peter back me up here.”

“Sorry, Pads, Moony won by a landslide,” Peter said. “It wasn’t even close.”

“Yes it was, we tied,” Sirius whined. “You guys are all missing the point anyway,” he added, arms crossed.

“Which is?” Remus said, laughing a little and wincing at the pain in his ribs.

“That you weren’t a vicious beast!” Sirius said. “You were just a wolf. All you wanted was to get out of that stupid room and run around. There wasn’t anything vicious about you. You were adorable.”

“He does actually have a point there, Moony,” James said. “You even licked Sirius’ face.”

“I licked your face?” Remus said, turning to Sirius.

“See, you can’t resist my charm even when we’re animals,” Sirius teased. “We’re made for each other.” James mimed gagging to Peter and Sirius hit him over the head with the rolls of parchment full of his notes.

“Did I lick you two as well?” Remus asked them.

“Nah, you just chased around me,” James said.

“You just stared at me,” Peter said. “Like you weren’t sure what I was. You looked at me like I was vermin.”

“Um, Pete,” Sirius started, “you… you sort of were vermin. Being a rat and all.” James and Remus laughed and Peter crossed his arms.

“Why a rat?” he complained. “Of all the animals, why the fuck did I get stuck as a fucking rat? And to add insult to injury I got the worst name.”

“Well, we’re not changing it now, Wormy,” James said, grinning. Peter shoved him and James nearly fell off his chair.

They spend the rest of the day much like that: Sirius and Remus sitting in the hospital bed, James and Peter in the chairs next to them, talking, laughing, making jokes, telling stories. And Remus thinks that maybe he can get used to this. To full moons being easier, to spending the following day hearing about his midnight adventures with his friends instead of being passed out from exhaustion and pain. Maybe Sirius was right. Maybe his friends would really be here for him. They’d seen him at his most vulnerable, his most helpless, and they were still here. They weren’t grossed out or scared. They were here. So maybe they’d stay. Remus believes it. He believes they’re going to stay. Until the very end.

[sixeyesgojo]

Pictures of You

Summary: prequel to I’ll Be Your Enemy - fluffy!

Characters: IBYE!Reader, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara

Word count: 2,3k

Content warning: none

A/N: requested by @thecaptainsbride

If anybody got the reference Gojo made when he was late; congratulations, you have been successfully hurt (but this time it was not me).

Since I left the relationship between Gojo and the reader up for interpretation in IBYE, I will do the same here! Consider this piece me trying to mend your hearts <3

Taglist applications open for anyone who is interested!

“A trip to an amusement park or something like that doesn’t sound so bad,” you mused in front of Satoru. “It serves as relaxation and maybe the first-years can get closer to each other, you know, bonding and so on. They will see each other many times from now on, so getting along with each other is important,” you reasoned, your eyes almost sparkling from the thought of a day off.

“But Jujutsu Sorcery is an individual–” he began.

“Satoru, I think you should see this as vacation. A vacation where you can eat sweets until your teeth rot and absolutely nobody will hold you back,” you interrupted him.

“Okay, I am sold. Am listening now.” You just knew how to convince him. Sweets.

So that was exactly how the first-year students and you ended up at a fairground somewhere in Tokyo; it was quite neat, not too small but not too spacious either. None of you could get lost in it. Still, it was buzzing with life and all kinds of people mingled. The colorfulness was a refreshing sight to take in, compared to the dark world of Jujutsu Sorcery where seeing people suffer was your daily routine. The pleasant smell of food wafted through the air, making your mouth water, as you walked past the different booths with them. Waffles sounded like absolute heaven on earth right now.

Jujutsu Sorcery certainly was a draining sport, mentally as well as physically. Therefore it was only right to take a break at times, right? Self-care days were just as important as working.

In order to wind down a bit, you had suggested a one-day trip – just you, Satoru and the three first-year students you had adopted in your mind right away after meeting them several times.

“Sensei, you look very pretty today!” Yuji complimented you. Even Megumi noticed: “Did you have a haircut? Your hair seems a little bit shorter.”

“Yeah, Nobara had a field day with me. Cutting my hair.. or more like trimming the ends, choosing my outfit, doing my make-up and so on just for today,” you gushed as if you were a high school girl again. “Leave it to master stylist Kugisaki Nobara and nobody will ever look bad,” the brunette girl commended herself. Yuji was affectionately patting her on the back.

Undoubtedly, Satoru was late – nobody was surprised about that. You already went ahead and generously treated the trio of students you loved dearly to some food.

“Thank you for the food, sensei!” As usual, Yuji and Nobara were in perfect harmony with each other, seemingly sharing a brain.

“Thank you very much,” Megumi also expressed his thanks sweetly. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought the way his lips seemed to twitch was unintentional. “Absolutely no problem, kiddos. You guys enjoy it while I try to contact Gojo-sensei, yeah?” you shot them an apologetic smile, already fishing out your phone. The three of them nodded in perfect synchronization. They’re as cute as little ducklings, you thought.

You didn’t even need to bother calling.

You were about to dial Satoru’s number on your smartphone when Yuji’s voice boomed, “Oh! There he is! Gojo-sensei, we are here!!”

The boy waved at his teacher.

Satoru immediately spotted the pink-haired student and skipped over to where you all were standing. “Sorry for the wait! I’m afraid I got lost on the path of life!!”

“Nice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun is already over and we decided to go home. Just wanted to call you to let you know! We’ve been here since morning,” you deadpanned as the white-haired man arrived, looking Satoru dead in the eye – if they weren’t covered. “Wait, wha– Hold on, I am very sure I am not that late. MY MOCHI?” Satoru sounded frantic, facing his students who just shrugged their shoulders. “Serves you right,” Megumi stated calmly. Nobara, being the sassy girl she was, also joined in, “Losers don’t get to have fun and that’s a fact.”

It was such a wholesome and funny moment for you to see the students playing along with your prank without being told beforehand.

You broke out in laughter, not being able to contain it any longer, “You should have seen your face, dumbass! I was just joking!”

“Phew, I almost thought I had to kiss the idea of eating sweets today goodbye. What a horror that would be, my day would be OVER this instant,” the blindfolded man pouted, “so where should I buy my sweets? I’m gonna buy the entire place anyway, but where do I start? Any suggestions for Great Teacher Gojo?”

“Hold up, Satoru! We gotta take a picture together to commemorate this special day!” you suggested, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “I swear I just saw sensei’s eyes sparkle but I might be wrong,” Yuji remarked, looking at his dark-haired friend for confirmation.

“Sensei, if you want to take a picture, we have to take it at the right angle!” Nobara chimed in, the secret Instagram influencer in her on full display. She continued to explain, “It would come out great if Gojo-sensei took the pic, long arms privilege and so on.”

The female student almost seemed more into it than you were, it was adorable to you to see the usually bold student be this into taking pictures.

You hand the tall man your phone, but not without shooting him a “if you drop my phone, I’ll make you drop dead” look.

“Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation,” the male teacher commanded loudly. Upon hearing that, Megumi immediately slapped his hand in his face and turned away in embarrassment. Why was this man like this?

“...Ladies?” Yuji asked, the expression on his face screaming ‘confusion’ “Gojo-sensei just referenced a Beyoncé song, Itadori,” the dark-haired boy explained in a hushed tone, turning back slightly as if he did not want to get caught.

“And it’s not just any song!” Satoru happily chimed in. “Yes, yes, the good old Formation,” you added, nodding in satisfaction. You remember how you showed him the album when it dropped.

“Can we all just ignore Gojo-sensei and take our pic?” Nobara inquired as she shoved everybody into their respective spots. “Alright, everybody, smiiiiile for the camera. Say cheese!”

Click, click, click, click.

Finally, Satoru had gotten his share of sweets. Complying with his sweet tooth was always an effective way to calm him for some time. Almost like feeding a baby, in a way.

Now it was time for fun rides!

...or at least that was what you thought… until Satoru dragged you along to ride a freaking pendulum ride with him. The three students had managed to talk themselves out of stepping foot on that monster of a ride but Satoru didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, he simply gripped your arm and walked towards it.

Stopping only when you were already standing in line, you nervously eyed the metallic behemoth with its iron arm. The monstrosity was seemingly ready to make you throw up from the way it would spin you through the air repeatedly, going back and forth and back and forth again. Why did you have to do this?

“Satoru,” you called his name timidly and tugged at his sleeve, the strange feeling not leaving your gut, “do I really, really have to do this?”

“Absolutely! I promise it will be very fun,” Satoru replied with a signature grin you wanted to wipe off of his face at that moment.

No, it was not fun. At all. You were dizzy and your fear of height was kicking. The blasts of air hitting your face left, right and center were not helping at all and you were sure, if anybody took a picture of you right now, you would look horribly green.

“I– can’t do this anymore!” you shouted mid-air, right before the ride swung to the other side. The force knocked the air out of you once again.

“SATORU, PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE!” you begged and squeezed his arm with an iron grip. The height was too overwhelming. “Mid-ride?” Satoru asked and you nodded frantically. “Now that’s what I call reckless! Sounds like fun. I’m in!” he declared with a grin.

“Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”

That was the last thing you heard the tall man say before he touched your head with his large palm.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized this man used his domain this recklessly, for fun. Maybe it was a side effect of being able to use it multiple times a day.

The infinity gently wrapped itself around Satoru and you. Almost movie-like, you watched as the entire, vast universe beautifully unfolded in front of your eyes. Each star being created separately, then abruptly flashing by as a sea of stars – as if you were in a wormhole. You perceived the entire domain within a flash of a moment, yet tasted eternity in it. Everything but nothing at once.

Despite being touched by Satoru himself, the sensations weren’t without merit. If this was how it felt to be in the safe space of Satoru’s touch within his inner world of Limitless, you would rather not fathom how it felt to be the one hit by this powerful domain.

It took you some time to process things and recollect.

“When I said I wanted you to get the two of us out of that thing, I didn’t mean ‘send me to your domain’,” you scolded him.

“Well, it was convenient,” he defended himself and you could almost hear the grin on his face, “Bet you’ll hate me after this though.”

“Hating you was never really an option I’d ever consider but okay, we’ll run with it this time. Now undo your domain, please, while I am asking nicely.”

“Your wish is my command! This time at least.”

“Satoru.” A stern last warning fell from your lips.

“Yes, yes, boss. On it.”

“I thought you said it’ll be fun but I am absolutely not riding that thing ever again,” you took deep breaths to calm down as your feet securely touched the ground again. Your legs were still trembling a bit.

“And it was fun! At least for me! I like seeing you struggle – it’s so funny – and the way you clung to my arm? Adorable! You are so tiny compared to me, like a bug I could crush between my fingers!” The annoying sorcerer laughed merrily.

“Gojo fucking Satoru, the only thing that is about to be crushed here are your balls. With my leg. You are very lucky to have that damn Infinity of yours or else,” you threatened.

“Ouch, you really do know how to hurt an invincible man,” he snickered and flicked your forehead lightly.

Rejoining with the students was easy as they all saw the barrier Satoru’s domain created.

“You are lucky there was some kind of show going on down here. That barrier above would have freaked people out if they weren’t distracted,” Nobara said, looks shooting daggers at her weird teacher. Innocent and as nice as ever, Yuji pitched in as well: “Yeah, Fushiguro also tried to distract children with their wandering eyes! I think he did a good job.”

“Okay but what did he do though?” you asked curiously and looked at the boy in question.

“...Shadow puppets,” Megumi slowly admitted, looking anywhere but at the people in front of him.

“Oh? You love your foster-dad-turned-great-teacher this much to embarrass yourself out in public? That’s new!” Satoru teased the poor boy. “Someone has to be the voice of reason around here or you’d all be in jail. That includes preventing civilians who are able to see curses from seeing you use Jujutsu while floating mid-air,” he justified, ignoring the tall teacher’s mockery completely. 

“As much as I love slandering Gojo-sensei, I’d rather spend my day actually having fun,” Nobara pitched in, reminding everybody of why you were here in the first place.

“So, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” she added excitedly.

More fun rides.

Before you knew it, the day passed by. You could already feel the heaviness in your legs from walking. The swirling feeling from all the rides boded in your chest – you probably would not be able to sleep well tonight. It was definitely worth it though, you thought.

You had already brought the students back to their dorm – Satoru had ran off to the school because he remembered he had to do something – and were on the way home yourself.

You were in some sort of trance, completely immersed in your phone, so you hadn’t registered when Satoru called your name until he gently tapped your shoulder, falling into step with you.

“Yeah?” you looked up to Satoru, snapping out of your train of thought.

“Just wanted to tell you; ‘Operation: Relaxation Day’ was a great success.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Satoru.” A genuine smile graced your lips and for a moment, he softened at the sight.

“You know what? It was amazing, I really should start listening to you more often,” he confessed with a smirk.

“Well, it’s thanks to your amazing power of persuasion that we got to spend it like this, so thanks for today,” you half-heartedly complimented him.

“You do know I only said we’d not be available today and then dashed, right?” he asked you, the usual playful tone lacing his voice. “Exactly what I meant by saying ‘your amazing power of persuasion’.”

“I think I’ll frame the picture we took,” you murmured softly, fondly looking at the screen of your phone. The picture from earlier was displayed on your homescreen.

Surely, you would hang it on the blank wall in your home as well. It was a personal treasure now.

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[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (9)

all parts in the master list

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It was obvious that you’d been reading far too much into the way Matthew had been treating you and acting around you. 

It was obvious that he just really fucking liked your cat and that was it.

It was obvious to you now that you’d never have Matthew Tkachuk in any capacity so you needed to get over your stupid feelings and attraction and go back to treating him the way you did before the roadie. 

So you did. 

*

He had no idea what he had done to make her revert back to her old behaviors. He thought they were starting to finally get along and maybe, actually become friends. They spent small amounts of time together in their respective apartments and they were civil—bordering on friendly—at work. 

“Hey!” 

Matthew gave her a big smile and pulled up in front of her to bump her fist but instead of greeting him a similar fashion, she rolled her eyes and pushed past him without a word.

It was like that for two weeks and it wasn’t just at work. When they happened to run into each other in their shared building, she barely spoke to him and almost completely avoided eye contact. 

He had no fucking clue what he had done to make her hate him again. Before all this started, he thought maybe they were getting somewhere, in some way he didn’t even know how to explain. 

Everything came to a head after a home game and a huge loss to the Oilers. 

*

Someone was knocking, no, pounding on your door and you were in no mood to deal with anyone’s bullshit. You had just arrived home from the arena after a devastating loss to the Oilers and you were in a shit mood. All you wanted to do was sleep and whoever was slamming their fist into your door clearly didn’t care you had a skincare routine to get through before you went to sleep. 

You didn’t bother looking through the peephole, instead opting to rip the door open and tear apart whoever was on the other side.

“What the fuck?!”

He wasn’t who you expected to see, though if you thought about it, you weren’t sure who else it would be. 

Matthew was still in his suit but his curls were more disheveled than earlier, indicating that he’d been running his fingers through them. He bit his lip as he looked down at you and the expression on his face was unreadable.

“Fucking, what, Matthew? I need to sleep.”

“Why aren’t you nice to me anymore?”

“Because I don’t fucking like you.” 

You weren’t prepared to see his face drop the way it did and but you refused to feel bad for. 

“Since when?”

“Since always, Matthew, we don’t get along. We don’t like each other, we aren’t friends.” 

He literally shrank into himself at the sound of your words but it was only for a second before he was back up and on the defense. 

“I’m so annoyed with myself that I thought we could even attempt to get along,” you didn’t see it coming but as soon as it hit you, you felt it hard and heavy, “you’re a miserable fucking bitch that can’t play nice with anyone. I’m not sure why I even fucking tried.” 

It was enough. 

It was enough for you to put your hands up on both of his shoulders and shove him hard, sending him crashing into the wall behind him. 

It was enough for you to unleash hell on Matthew Tkachuk and scream the most hurtful things you could think of, not caring at all if the entire building heard it. 

He didn’t retaliate in any way, choosing to lean against the wall and take your cutting insults while giving you no response at all. Your voice was hoarse by the time you were done screaming at him as you shrank to the floor just outside your apartment and watched his back head toward the elevator without a word. 

++

Awkward, weird, uncomfortable.

Those words were the only way to describe the following morning as you sat directly in front of Matthew, doing a health check after he received a hard hit to the head in the last game.

“Are you feeling any dizziness?”

“No.”

“Any lightheadedness?”

“No.”

“Anything just generally weird or out of place?” 

“Hm,” he chuckled slightly, “yes.”

“Tell me how you’re feeling.” 

“I’m kind of exhausted, actually, but it doesn’t have anything do with my hit. I invited Ashley over last night and, holy fuck, she is incredible in bed. Like, really fucking good, so tight and ready for me.”

“This has nothing to do with your head injury.”

“You asked me if I was feeling off, I responded honestly.”

“This is inappropriate.”

“Is it? I’ve talked to other staffers about my off the ice situations before.”

He was trying to get a rise out of you and, so far, it was working. Your hands were sweating and you were irritated by his stupid smile and his comments about sleeping with someone pissed you off. 

At that point, you didn’t care what happened to you.

“I say that because I feel like I can’t give you adequate advice about your bedroom activity. I have no doubt you enjoyed your evening with Ashley, but as a woman, I can’t pretend to know how she felt after your night of bliss but I can guess.”

You leaned over the table, your chin resting in your palms as you gave him your best look of innocence, “she wasted her time with someone who claimed they could deliver and she definitely didn’t cum.”

His entire face went fire engine red to match his hair and you politely excused yourself from the room. 

Matthew Tkachuk was not going to make a fool out of you and get away with it. 

Determined to take control of your strange situation with Matthew, you opened Instagram and sent a direct message you never thought you’d send, to Brady Tkachuk.

He was recently single, so why not?

[jay-and-dean]

Stolen Crown  Chapter 1 : Under the hood

By @roonyxx​ and @jay-and-dean​

Pairings : Dean x reader ? Kight!Dean x reader ?

Summary :  What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?

This, as much as it looks like it, is not ‘technically’ an AU, because your Dean, our Dean, exists too...

Serie Warnings : Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.

Chapter warnings : Swearing for now.

Chapter Wordcound : 3230

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Text divider by the awesome @talesmaniac89​

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Whistling. 

Only a shrill whistling in her ears, and her heart pounding hard in her temples…

She holds her head and tries to get up, but the ground seems unsure of where it is supposed to be.

“Dean ?” she tries with a weak voice but, even with the high-pitched sound fading quickly, she can’t hear any answer. “Dean !”

She opens her eyes and they widen right away.

The seedy warehouse is gone, the smell of gasoline and the night are too… But above all, he is gone. Dean is nowhere to be seen. 

Instead : A sunny beautiful forest. Shiny rays of lights come through the radiant, high trees and birds are signing. So many birds.

“Shit” she grunts, looking around. “DEAN ! SAMMY !”

But her voice echoes and dies in the woods, only making a few rodents run through the bushes, themselves moving some butterflies and bees. Nothing else. 

Where was she sent ? Is it witchcraft or some stupid God ? She had told them that this case seemed more complicated than what they said ! And here she is, probably miles from home.

“Please, tell me I’m still in the United states” she whimpers, taking her phone from her jeans shorts pocket. “No come on ! No signal now ?”

After pacing around to try and find any sign of signal, she gives up and puts the useless phone back in her pocket, regretting her morning choice to wear only a t-shirt and shorts, because if she has to walk miles to find a road, the night might be here before she finds her friends again, and nights are colder out there.

“DEAN ! DEAN !” she tries again.

But he is obviously not with her.

What if he had been sent far too ? What if he was in an indian market now ? Or in a boat on the australian seas ? 

“Sammy you have to find us” she mutters, looking around to gather clues.

This forest is not tropical or northern, it’s a temperate one, and it’s obviously still early summer…

Suddenly, hooves disturb the forest’s calm in the distance, rapidly approaching her. The metal clattering with every step the big animal -probably a horse- takes, says it’s not alone…

She quickly moves in the bushes and stills behind a large tree to hide herself from whoever is coming. 

“Your highness ?” a deep, oddly familiar, voice calls.

Her back flat against the tree, she turns her head a little to be able to see beyond the thick bark, holding her breath and reaching for the knife in her boot. 

A beautiful, massive shiny black horse is nervously stepping on the ground while the owner of the mare pats it on the neck.

“Easy girl” the man says. 

She frowns, keeping the dagger in her hand, ‘that voice… I know it.’ When she dares to look between the leaves, her eyes widen.

“Dean?” she says with a confused smile, putting the knife back in her boot, as she steps from out of the bushes.

“My Queen !” he throws his leg over the majestic black horse and steps off, right away going down on one knee in front of her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “I have been looking for you, my Queen” he says towards the ground, not looking up to her once.

“Queen ?” she huffs, still a little dizzy. “Where the Hell are we, Dean ? And what the fuck are you wearing, is that... a freaking armor?” she asks, pointing at his weird clothes.

Dean finally tilts his head upwards. And when he sees her, his eyes nearly fall out of his head, his mouth is open but no words leave his lips. The more he stares at her like she was naked, the more she starts to feel a little self conscious.

His eyes slowly travel up her bare legs, a confused expression on his face, when she bends a little to make eye contact with him he quickly adverts his gaze.

“Your Majesty, what happened to your robes ? Are you harmed ?” he asks, obviously worried. 

“Cut the crap, Dean, what’s happening ? Where are we ?” she asks, annoyed.

“We are in the…” he looks around a little, apparently wondering what to answer. “In the woods… Not far from the Castle, my Queen” he says.

She stares at him, mouth agape, a deep feeling of confusion replacing the annoyance totally. Her tone changes to something colder, more distant.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘queen’ ?” she asks. “And what’s up with the stupid clothes ?”

He dares looking up at her again, a sorry frown on his face. 

“My apologies, your Highness. I do not understand… Is there something wrong with my apparel ?” he stands up, his eyes searching her face. “Did you hit your head or have you fallen maybe ? You disappeared, my Queen. I have been so worried” he turns to his horse to retrieve a big grey fur cloak. “What happened to your gown, did someone attack you ?” 

His head low, he comes closer to carefully drape the very heavy cape around her shoulders.

“I obviously failed at my duty” his eyes are dark and she clearly recognizes that crushing guilt on his features

She touches the floor length fur coat he put around her with a frown. It’s pleasantly warm outside, there is no need for this... 

Everything he does is weird, and why does he look so different ? Was he hit by a spell of some weird stuff like that time he was losing his memory ? 

Unless… 

She takes in his appearance. He looks exactly like him but he has more scruff, and his hair is a little longer, his clothes are very strange too. 

The closer she looks, through the fading cloud in her mind, the more this costume he is wearing really doesn’t look like one. All the layers of leather and metal make him look like he was ready for war, and his shoulders are even more broad under the armor he is wearing. 

Everything about him seems heavy and powerful : Between the metal on his chest, the big belt holding several weapons, including the scabbard of that seems to hold a very authentic sword, the real huge grey fur around his shoulder, like he had killed a wolf…

She shivers at how impressive he looks, at how she realizes she doesn’t know anything about him..

“Shit…” she mutters realizing this is not her Dean at all. 

This is not the United states of America, and this is probably not even her world… But if the Dean from around here is willing to protect her, that might be her best chance of survival.

She clears her throat, nodding to encourage herself to play along.

“No... I’m…” she suddenly has no idea how to use her voice. “I’m okay and I am your queen, because you are my…?” she leaves the sentence open, hoping he’ll answer it.

“Your knight” he says, uncertain.

Knight, right… She nods and looks around once more.

If this is some kind of fucked up middle age alternate universe, there is a big chance that the forest is going for miles and miles, and an even bigger chance that she starves to death before Sammy finds a way to bring her back to the Instagram century. And dressed like that, she might have to fear more than wolves…

She stares at him for a minute and he seems to be just waiting for orders, his green eyes on the floor.

“Kneel” she says with a corner smile and he just does, with no question, comment or delay.

Dean Winchester obeying her to the letter… If that is not a good side of this whole crap !

“You can get up” she chuckles, letting him stand on his feet again.

But her amusement quickly fades. 

Royalty is not really the easiest undercover, and the discretion will be impossible. She wants to ask for help but, even if her whole body and soul tell her she can trust Dean -for it is still Dean-, her eyes travel the thick leather covering his forearms and she remembers she doesn’t know him.

So maybe she better stay silent for now, and follow his lead until she decides if he is an ally.

“Your Majesty” he speaks, with a deference she never heard from him. “If the news of your disparition comes to the Council, there undoubtedly will be trouble. We should head back now. Please.”

“Y-yes” she nods, a lump growing in her throat.

Council ? Trouble ? Castle ? How is she supposed to deal with all that ? People close to the queen will know she isn’t her in a minute…

The knight offers his hand, and she follows, frowning when he joins his wrists to help her get on the horse. 

“This is not the best comfort for travel, your Majesty, for that I am sorry” he apologizes again.

“It’s okay Dean” at her words, he frowns again, but she puts her feet on his wrists and jumps on the tall horse, quickly understanding, by the look on his face, that she is not supposed to ride “like a man”.

Her eyes can’t decide where to look, and her hands can’t decide where to hold him.

Gripping his belt tight in this uncomfortable position, she takes in the unbelievable landscapes before her : Untouched forests and large lakes, small villages down in the valley, with all those wood houses that remember her of Braveheart. 

All she can think of is when she is going to tell the boys about everything she saw… If she ever goes back to them.

“Put on your hood, my Queen” the knight asks, so she does. 

Her unsure hands grasp the heavy hood of the animal fur around her and she hides her face in the huge hood. He probably needs her to not be recognized.

“What animal is it ?” she asks, touching the hair with a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“Animal, your Majesty ?”

“The hood ?” she asks, quickly grasping his belt again when the horse half jumps above a root.

“My coat is made of a bear” he answers. 

“Poor animal…”

He lets a silence and clears his throat slightly. 

“I had never thought of it that way, my Queen. Your empathy for the creatures of this world is godly.”

But she stopped listening.

Her breath stuck in her lungs, she discovers the huge, beautiful castle coming in her sight. 

A gigantic wall surrounds a little city, itself surrounding a huge, elegant castle. The light stone walls seem to be touching the clouds from here, and a vibrant living noise comes from it.

“Wow” she murmurs, looking up the thin sharp towers surrounded by birds.

“My breath gets cut short each time I see your home in sight too, your Highness” he says with a soft voice. 

Inside the walls of the city, everything is different. 

People are busy, all dressed like they came from a movie, carrying vegetables and raw pieces of meat, sheeps and baskets of fabric… Each and everyone turning their head at the sound of the huge horse’s steps on the stone pavements. 

“Sir Winchester !” a kid exclaims.

She keeps her hood low, suddenly very aware of the trouble that could come from the crowd recognizing their queen. 

The knight version of Dean stays unfazed, guiding them to the stables where several horsemen are waiting for him. 

He gets off of the horse, helping her and closing his coat neatly on her.

“Keep your head down” he murmurs next to the hood and she just nods, determined to let him guide her. “You” he says louder to one of the men here. “Go tell the guards that the wolf hunt is done. My men can gather again peacefully, nothing is to fear.”

She can’t help but very quickly look up at the man giving orders next to her, his remarkable charisma making her feel so small. 

She always looked up at Dean with an infinite admiration, but at least, she knows him… This stranger is different. 

“Allow me to touch you” he says under his breath and she just nods again while he wraps his strong arm around her.

Under the hood, she can’t see everything precisely, but the little she can distinguish of the inside of the castle he is guiding her in is enough to amaze her. 

Huge corridors and busy servants, carpets that seem to come from a museum, gold and flowers decoration the thick stone walls.

“Sir” a guard comes in their way, bending before Dean in respect. “Your men have been called back. The news never spread outside of the Queen’s guard.”

“Thank you” the knight answers.

“Glory be to the Queen” the guard bows again. 

“To the Queen” Dean answers.

The knight guides her further into the castle and up an infinite number of stairs, a serious look on his face. With every step up, the coat on her shoulders feels heavier and heavier, and her apprehension does too.

Once they reach the top, he walks to the left, his heavy boots echoing in the spacious corridor. Still holding her, his grip both reassuring and oppressing, he stops in front of a big wooden door that she may be supposed to recognize. 

She looks up at the door a little, still not completely daring to stop hiding under the big hood. He opens the door and stands with his back against the wall, his eyes straight ahead.

She hesitates, waiting for him, but when he doesn’t move, she carefully steps inside, not sure what she will meet on the other side of the massive oak door. 

Before her, a large room with thick wooden furniture and rich fabric. In the middle, a queen size bed with wooden bed posts that are near the stone ceiling with wolves carved in each of them. Hanging from the posts, a dark red velvet-like canopy that matches the heavy curtains. A big antique closet stands to the left side of the room.

Taking a cautious step, she looks right. Behind a great arch is another room that holds a big wooden tub covered in a sand-white sheet.

Despite the cold stone everywhere, the many carpets with many different colorful illustrations, the curtains, and candles everywhere makes the room somehow warm. 

She stands in the middle of what she guesses is the queen’s room, unsure of what to do now. Looking back to the door, she sees Dean’s elbow from where he is still standing against the wall, straight and still.

“Dean, come inside please” she states, using the most authoritative voice she has.

A queen has to be, right ?

“Yes, your Majesty.”

The knight steps inside immediately, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixated in front of him.

“What are... my plans for today ?” she asks him, trying to figure out what to do, to convince them, a whole Castle and Kingdom, that she is the damn queen.

“The Council requested a parlay with you when the sun is at its highest, and after you have your usual walk in the garden before you talk to the People. I think, Majesty.” 

“Right, the Council” she says unsure, wondering what the council can be. “Take me to them.” 

She holds her chin high, trying desperately to look like the Hollywood idea she has of how royals act.

His gaze finally finds hers, a small frown is on his face, an expression of confusion growing on his hard but still so beautiful features.

“Do you not wish to be dressed first, my Queen?”

“Oh… yes, I-I do wish that” she nods. 

She walks towards the closet and opens it, checking his face in the corner of her eye to try and find clues of what she is supposed to do, but all she can see there is worry for her, well hidden on his bodyguard face. 

Inside the huge closet, put in color order, are dresses, all of them big and complicated… And on some shelves, smaller white dresses, that may be for inside or summer. She takes them out.

“This will work” she states to herself as she turns around but stops when she hears Dean gasp. 

When she looks up he’s stepping towards the door quickly.

“No wait !” she calls out for him and he stops right in his tracks. “Dean...” 

He turns towards her, his gaze on the floor, jaw clenched.

She doesn’t want him to leave. She is, in fact; terrified of being without him. Although he is a stranger, his face is the only thing she knows in this weird place she knows nothing about.

What will they do once they find out their queen disappeared ? Is there a king she has to sleep with ? Do they torture people ? Kill ? 

She just needs him close.

“I don’t know what to wear” she admits.

Or even how to wear it, she thinks to herself.

“Any gown makes you look divine, my Queen” he says in a husky voice, still watching the floor intensely.

If the circumstances were different her knees would wobble at what he just said… But he is not Dean, and maybe he just says that to not get his throat slit.

“Okay, I will put on this gown” she says as she lifts the small white dress that she is holding, a questioning look on her face.

The knight swallows hard and seems agitated. For a second, she wonders why he is acting so weird.

“What is it ?” she asks him. “Tell me.”

“Pardon me, your Highness, but that is not a gown” he clears his throat and stands up straighter. “That is your undergarment.”

“Undergarment ?” she looks at the little dress, holding it in front of her by the straps. 

Her lips open in an ‘o’ when she understands this is her underwear. She has been flashing him her royal underwear this whole time, of course he was acting weird !

In a quick motion, she hides it behind her back and mutters an apology.

“Yes, my undergarment, of course. I-I will get dressed now” she walks towards her closet to retrieve a big gown in a hum of hesitation.

“Let me just call the maids, your Majesty” he says low. 

“Yes ! Oh and Dean ?” she starts, waiting for his gaze to meet hers before she speaks again. “Thank you” she kindly smiles.

The knight nods, turns slowly and steps towards the bedroom door with a determined gait, closing and locking it by sliding the metal rod in the slot.

She frowns, seeing him lock himself with her. His back still on her, he clears his throat before he talks.

“My Queen...” he starts. 

With that hunter speed her Dean also has, he suddenly unsheaths his sword from his scabbard and holds its sharp end under her chin without touching her 

“Would never have said something like that” he finishes his sentence. “Or call me Dean…”

She searches his face, slowly lifting her hands up in surrender.

“That is because I am not your queen.”

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Needs and Wants - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter six of “all bets are off”

um. so. spencer is the best fuck you've ever had. also cumming too many times can hurt. who knew?

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, degradation, daddy kinky, spanking, overstimulation, the WORKS. im mildly apologetic.

When you awoke in the morning you heard the noise of static cracking on the other side of your phone. Reaching for it, you immediately noticed it was hot to the touch. Had it been on all night? Had Spencer never hung up?

“Reid?” You questioned groggily.

“You slept quite late.”

You groaned. “Why are you still here?”

“I… I don’t know.” He seemed confused by his own actions. “I guess I just felt strange hanging up.”

“Well. I should probably get dressed, I’m supposed to meet up with a friend for dinner.” You checked the time. “Oh. Fuck. I really did sleep for too long.” You sprung out of bed, rifling through your closet. “What have you been up to today though?”

“Mostly just reading. I slept in a bit late as well.” You could hear his smile through the phone. You occasionally had contact with Spencer outside of work, but not very often. It was nice. “What time is your dinner?”

“Six! It’s just an old friend from college,” you explained, sighing.

“Not excited?” He questioned, an air of humor to his voice.

“I just don’t know what to wear,” you chuckled.

Spencer went quiet on the other end. “You know that one black shirt you have?” He questioned.

You tilted your head a bit. “I have a lot of black shirts, Spence. You gotta be more specific. Wait- did you use your freaky memory to memorize the contents of my closet?”

“It’s not freaky, but yes. And it wasn’t fully intentional.” A pause. “I’m talking about the one with the lace. It’s… like a tank top.” You scanned through your clothes.

“Is it the velvet one?” You asked, noticing a pattern.

“Yeah. That one.”

“You have a thing for velvet, don’t you?” You giggled, remembering his fingers running over the fabric of the dress you had worn a few days prior.

“Maybe I do.”

You took the shirt off the hanger and examined it. Not a bad choice. “Any suggestions for the bottom half, sir?” You teased.

Spencer inhaled loudly. Hah. For once you were the one to catch him off guard. “Well, my first instinct is one of those skirts you like to wear when the team goes out together, with nothing else on underneath, of course.” You opened your mouth to argue. “But I wouldn’t want to risk giving anyone a peek of what’s mine. A skirt would still look nice, though.” He finished.

You rolled your eyes. “So shorts, then.” You said, grabbing a skirt. Why would you want to give him any more confidence of the control he had over you? The skirt had been a good idea, but you didn’t have to be totally honest, right?

Spencer chuckled. “Have you always been so petty?” He questioned.

“Have you always been such a sexual deviant?” You fired back.

“Touché, y/n. Touché.”

You and Spencer hung up a few minutes later since you had dinner plans to make. They weren’t anything special but you valued being punctual. The dinner went well enough, at least in the beginning. The “old friend” you were meeting up with was just a guy you were friends with in college. Your mistake, you would later learn, was deciding that it would be cute to take some pictures for Instagram. They were totally innocent, of course, but within a few minutes of posting them, you got a text message from the one and only Spencer Reid. You told your friend it was a “work thing”, not a total lie, and examined.

‘You wore the skirt’

You chuckled at your phone. ‘I did.’

‘Did you take my advice and wear nothing underneath?’

‘No, because I’m not crazy.’ You rolled your eyes a bit.

‘I’m sure your friend would’ve liked it.’

Before you could reply another text came through. ‘When are you planning on being finished with that friend, by the way?’

‘I’m not sure. Why? Something you’re looking forward to?’

‘Just trying to figure out if I’m going to get to leave bruises on that pretty little neck of yours tonight or tomorrow.’

Another text. Damn, he was a fast typer.

‘I wonder what your friend would’ve thought of that? Maybe you should schedule another dinner with him after I’ve absolutely ruined you. Let him see what a pathetic slut you are for me.’

You glanced up at your friend and back at your phone. Was Spencer seriously doing this right now? “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology across the table. “Working in the FBI can be annoying.”

‘Why are you doing this?’ You typed out.

‘Doing what? Getting you all needy and wet while you’re on your dinner date? Because I can.’

‘You think I’m enjoying this?’

‘I know you are. I bet your thighs are pressed together, I bet your face is bright red. Have you told your friend what you’re texting about?’

‘You make a lot of assumptions, Spencer.’

‘If you weren’t enjoying this, y/n, you would’ve stopped replying a long time ago. What was it you said last night? You need me? Don’t you need me to fuck you? I could’ve been fucking you right now, you know. Could’ve had your face pressed down into the mattress, or maybe I could’ve bent you right over your kitchen counter..’

You weren’t even sure how long you had been on your phone at this point. You felt bad but… fuck. What exactly were you supposed to do in this situation? “Listen I, um,” you began to stutter out. “You know how the BAU is, always calling me in at odd hours, and I uh,” you began to stutter out excuses as your phone dinged over and over again.

‘I wish I could see how flustered you are right now.’ ‘I wonder if you’re thinking about getting on your knees for me..’ ‘Maybe about how badly you want to know how my cock feels inside of you.’

Your friend got the gist of it. You had to go because of “work”. You paid the tab, exiting the restaurant as casually as you possibly could. You texted as you walked back to your car.

‘If you wanted to ruin my night, you’ve successfully done it. I’ll be at my apartment in 20.’

You turned off your phone, shoving it into your purse and ignoring the incessant chimes of text notifications, finding your way home. A few minutes after you had settled, you heard a knock at your door. You braced yourself, pulling it open. “Spencer.” You smiled. “What a surprise.” He didn’t respond, eyes scanning your figure. “So,” you continued. “Do you wanna tell me why you decided to bombard me with text messages during my lovely evening out?” You raised a brow.

He considered your question, fidgeting with his hands. “When you told me that you were seeing a friend I didn’t realize you meant..”

“What, a guy?” You chuckled. “Was I supposed to inform you of his gender beforehand?”

Spencer shook his head. “No. I just hate imagining all of the things that must have been running through his head about you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not that it matters, but it’s not like that. He’s a friend.”

“Oh, I know. It’s not you I’m worried about. I mean, I doubt he could fuck you half as well as I could anyway, but he’s probably been fantasizing about you all night.” A bold statement indeed.

You just laughed. “I think maybe you’re projecting, buddy. You’re the one who blew up my phone and forced me to come home.”

“Forced? Unless my memory is somehow mistaken, I think you’re the one who made that decision.”

“Are you here to argue semantics with me or-“ He cut you off.

“And to your earlier point,” he took a step towards you. “I have no need to project. I’m the one who’s going to get to see you all bruised up and begging for my cock, aren’t I?”There it was. The switch. You had been waiting, waiting for the moment where he got annoyed with you. You opened your mouth, ready to push him even further over the edge. “I’d watch what you say now, little girl. I’m already planning on making sure you regret all the teasing you’ve done the past few days, don’t add insult to injury.”

He really had an issue with teasing, huh? Good. Easier to rile him up. “Is this where you start the whole training thing you were going on about yesterday? You gonna teach me some tricks? And if so, do I at least get some treats if I’m good?” You questioned, going directly against his words of warning. You were watching him closely, wanting to see him seethe. You felt a wave of confusion pass you over as he seemed unfazed, unfortunately maintaining composure. In fact, he stepped forward and closed the gap between your bodies, placing his hands on the hem of your skirt, fingers dancing along it.

“Are you done?” He asked, eyes not leaving yours.

You looked up at him, mind going blank. “Um. No. Fuck you.” You spat out quickly, a last-ditch effort to get more of a reaction out of him.

“Right. I’m not sure what I expected from such a useless little slut. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Spencer mumbled. In one swift motion he was pulling your skirt down and watching it pool at your feet. He was kissing you just a moment later, hands holding your face firmly in place. You would’ve fought for control, but you could already tell it would be a futile effort. His fingers were digging into your skull, tangling in your hair, and his lips were relentless, barely giving either of you room to breathe. You could feel it now, though. The anger you had been working so hard to trigger was coming out in full force. When he eventually pulled away his hands moved from your head to your breasts, swirling around the lace and velvet that covered them. You were panting, watching him, the way his fingers flexed and his eyes followed his own movements. “You’re so pretty, it really is a shame you can’t behave yourself.” He pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you exposed.

He leaned down and began to assault your chest with his tongue, one of his hands shoving your panties to the side and inserting two fingers into your pussy without warning. Your hand flew to your mouth, attempting to stifle the embarrassingly loud moan that he had caused. He didn’t take it slow at all, no, he started off at a brutal pace, as if his mission was to get you to cum as quickly as possible. If that had been his mission, he was succeeding. Before you had a chance to tell him that you were close his lips were at your neck, biting hard enough that you were sure that makeup wouldn’t cover the aftermath. “Cum for me, slut. It’s not hard to tell that you’re close already. So fucking needy for me, all you do is fight me but look how easily you crumble. There’s no hesitation when my fingers are inside of you, huh?” You couldn’t reply even if you had wanted too, you were too busy struggling to keep yourself standing as your orgasm washed over you. Spencer helped, a hand behind you to keep you stable, but you were still shaking. “Good girl. Let’s see, how many more of those do we have left.” You looked at him with confusion. “Well, I’d say we have one from at the club, when you let your hand wander,” his fingers hadn’t let up, still pumping in and out of you. You were trying your best to focus on his words, but it was proving to be a difficult task. “Another from that night, how you touched yourself right where I could hear,” You wanted to argue or say anything really, but your voice was too busy moaning and whimpering as his thumb moved onto your clit. “One from earlier today, especially after that little stunt you pulled on Instagram. And at least one more for the show you just put on before I shut you up.” You were close again. Fuck. It was too close together. Too much stimulation. “What do you think, baby? Does 4 sound good? We can make it 3 right now if you cum for me.” He said ‘if’ like it was an option for you, but it was far from it. You moaned his name, probably loud enough to alert your neighbors, as your second orgasm arrived. “Fuck, oh my god, Spencer. Fuck.” You panted out, legs giving out beneath you. He chuckled, holding you up on his own and finally removing his fingers from inside of you. “Good girl. So good for me.” He praised, allowing you to catch your breath. He picked you up now, taking you to your bed, and gently placing you down. You watched as he began to pull off layers of clothing. You didn’t think you could get any more turned on than you already were but seeing Spencer undress definitely did it. You couldn’t peel your eyes away. He left his boxers on, his dick straining against them.

He moved onto the bed, hovering over you. You prepared yourself for him to kiss you again but instead he spoke, brushing a hair out of your face. “The only words I want to hear coming out of that filthy little mouth of yours from now on are ‘yes, daddy’. Do you understand?”

You gulped. Yes. You understood. But were you actually going to-

His had went to your throat, not applying pressure. A warning.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He flipped you over onto your stomach, inhaling sharply. He moved his hands underneath your hips, picking them up so that your ass was displayed.

“Look at you,” he tugged your panties down your thighs, hands skimming over the skin. “Such a perfect little toy for me. So eager to be fucked.”

You squirmed, his hands being so close to where you desperately wanted them.

“Do you want this, baby?” He asked, his hand coming down on your ass. It stung, but only for a moment. Not his full force, you could tell, but it was enough to get you to squeal. “Y-Yes, daddy.” You spoke softly. You felt his hand leave your skin and braced yourself for it to return. It did, of course, but much harder this time. You flinched a bit but Spencer held you in place. “Look at you, such a fast learner.” He cooed, another blow landing on your ass. It hurt. You knew that. But you found yourself prioritizing the pleasure in your mind. “You said that you wanted bruises that lasted for weeks, right?” He asked, hand coming down again. The pain began to become ever-more present, even when his hand wasn’t on your skin you could feel the sting from the cool air. He repeated the process a few times, mumbling words of praise in between. Tears began to spill from your eyes when he was finished. Without his hand to support you, you crumbled back down on the bed, laying on your stomach. Spencer flipped you over gently, watching the tears flow. “Good girl,” he praised, wiping a few of them away. “Such a perfect little slut for daddy. You did so well.” You found yourself relishing in the praise up in a way you hadn’t before. “T-Thank you, daddy.” You breathed out shakily. Spencer smiled at you and began to spread your legs apart gently. “But you’re not done yet, are you baby?”

Your eyes widened at the reminder. It seemed impossible. You weren’t sure your body would even be able to take it. You began to protest, but your words were cut short as he began to trail kisses down your body. He didn’t waste much time on his way to your pussy, tongue grazing your clit. “Oh, fuck..” your back arched instinctively. Encouraged by your reaction, Spencer began to roll his tongue over your clit and then down towards your entrance, moving his face and tongue at a slow pace. You watched, his hair falling onto your thighs and tickling them gently. “F-Fuck, keep going. Please.” You whined. He chuckled against you, speeding up his pace. Both of his hands were planted on your thighs, keeping them spread for easier access. His tongue worked against you harshly. Demanding. He was exploring, making sure to taste every inch of you, moving like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had. You felt a familiar knot begin to form in your stomach, your hips bucking up towards his face. He moved one of his hands to your stomach, pressing down firmly, pinning your body down to the mattress. “Daddy, fuck, I’m gonna cum. I-I’m so close. You feel so fucking good. Fuck. So good, so good, so-“ And there it was, your 3rd orgasm of the night. Your vision became blurry, you were barely even aware of the fact that Spencer had gotten fully naked until a few moments later when you were coming back down to Earth.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, baby. Only two more. You can do two more, can’t you?” You were weak. You guessed 3 orgasms and some spanking would do that to someone, but your body still ached for him. He approached you, his hand moving to slide your legs apart once again. You whimpered in anticipation. “Beg for me, baby. Tell daddy how badly you need him.” His voice was low, commanding.

“Please Spencer, fuck, I need it. I need to feel you inside of me. It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day, please. I want you to ruin me. You need to ruin me, please.”

Spencer seemed content with your response because after a few moments he was pushing himself inside of you, releasing a string of curses from his mouth as he did. The intrusion was piercing as he split you open, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Fuck. Yes. This was what you needed. “You’re so wet and tight for me baby.” Spencer groaned, slowly pulling out and pushing himself back in. “So fucking good. Such a good little fucktoy.” He began to find a rhythm, his hips snapping into yours aggressively. The noise of his skin meeting yours filled the room, broken only by the moans that were tumbling out of you uncontrollably now. After all of the overstimulation you had already been through, your fourth orgasm built up quickly. “No one else can make you feel like this, isn’t that right baby? Fuck. No one else can make you cum like I can.”

He was right. He was fucking right. Out of every sexual encounter you had ever had... this one stood miles above.

“No one.” You agreed. “No one else. No one but you.” Your words were coming out barely comprehendible. “Fuck. Please no more,” you began to whine, your release catching up to you. Spencer reached up, closing a hand around your neck to silence you. “Shh baby, just cum for me. Cum for me, come on. You’re so close.” Tears began to flow again as your 4th climax ripped through you, every single one of your nerves on fire. You felt like you were being torn apart. Your tears clouded your vision, but it hardly mattered. You were seeing stars. You could hear, somewhere in the distance, it felt like, Spencer praising you, his hand releasing your neck. You gasped for air, panting, and sputtering.

One more. One more. One more.

“Fuck, Spence, I can’t.” You sobbed, “I can’t.” You repeated. “You can and you will.” He replied, voice shaking. He was close too. You could tell. His thrusts were becoming more sporadic, more frantic. “You’ve been so fucking good for me, baby. Keep going.” Fuck. When your vision returned you saw him, sweat dripping down his body, his hair matted down, and you could feel yourself clench around him. Your body ached, but you could still feel it approaching. “F-Fuck. Fuck. I..” you were a mess, whimpering, shaking, all because of Spencer Reid. “I know baby. Cum with me. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” Spencer groaned, and you didn’t have the strength left in you to fight. Your body was set aflame as you came, feeling the warmth of his own climax as well. You were panting, grasping at consciousness and you came down. Somewhere in your brain, you processed Spencer getting off of the bed. When your mind came back to you you sat up, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Spencer..” you said softly, watching as he pulled back on his shirt. “That was...”

He nodded, lost in thought.

“Are you okay?” You asked, frowning.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about how you’re gonna hide those hickeys on Monday.”

You touched your hand to your neck. “Oh. Yeah. That might be an issue.”

You got ready to hop off the bed, but a wave of pain rushed over you. Too soon to start moving again.

“Don’t strain yourself,” Spencer’s voice was sweet now, laced with concern. “I’ll go get you some Advil or something. You have some right?” You nodded. “I can run a bath if you want, too.”

“That would be great. Thanks.” You smiled weakly.

As left the room your phone dinged, alerting you of a text message from Garcia.

‘Girls night tomorrow!! You can’t say no, Emily and JJ already said yes.’

Fuck.

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