#How to Recover Snapchat Photos

[junrenjun]

I’ve read your alpha Vernon fic like 12 times in the last hour I’m not even joking I think I’m obsessed- please please please more alpha Vernon if you’re up for it

72 Hours

alpha!vernon x omega!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 6.7k

warnings: afab reader, unprotected sex (we are pretending they are on birth control okay?), a/b/o dynamics, heat sex, breeding kink, praise kink, bath sex, finally admitting feelings lol

HOUR 0 

Vernon’s attention is pulled away from the movie by the buzzing of his phone. Grumbling a bit due to the interruption, he clicks on the notification. It’s a snap from Joshua, a picture of the departure times on the airport screen. All of the flights have “delayed” printed next to them in bold red letters. He captioned the picture with a frowny face. How fitting. 

“Joshua’s flight is delayed,” Vernon says, looking up from his phone. Seungkwan doesn’t even glance up from where his gaze is fixed on the screen. A bit of popcorn falls from his hand as he shovels it toward his mouth. 

Annoyed with the lack of response, Vernon tosses a throw pillow at him. It hits him square on the side of the face and he chokes on the popcorn in his mouth. Coughing a little, he eventually recovers. “Yeah, that sucks or whatever, but was that really necessary?” his roommate argues, finally pulling his attention away from the movie. 

“Yes,” Vernon fires back, “you could at least pretend like you’re listening to me. And we should probably call Y/N.” 

Seungkwan has the audacity to look at him like he’s confused. “Y/N? Why would we need to call her?” 

The alpha slides a hand over his face in defeat. How did Seungkwan not see the problem here? “Josh was supposed to help her through her heat, like he always does. But now he’s not going to be here until at least tomorrow night or later and she’s due any second now.” 

His roommate simply gives him a weird look, shaking his head a bit. “Go help her yourself since you’re so in tune with her cycle” he mumbles, turning back to the TV and shoveling more popcorn into his mouth. 

Now it’s Vernon’s turn to be confused. Didn’t Seungkwan know that your heat hits every 3 months, on the 3rd week of the month, basically on the dot? Did his roommate not realize that you and Joshua both disappear on that same week like clockwork? And Joshua has outright talked about being your designated heat partner before, much to Vernon’s chagrin. If he had the choice, it would be him in your nest every 3 months. But you’ve never seemed to show any interest in Vernon and seem to be pretty content with the arrangement you and Josh have. 

Seungkwan must sense his inner turmoil from the other side of the couch, because he’s turning back toward the alpha with a sigh. “Vernon, everyone knows you have a thing for her. Just offer to help with her heat.”

When Vernon said they should call you, he meant to say that they should comfort you. Assure you that you would be okay, regardless of if you found someone to take Joshua’s place. Especially knowing that today could potentially be the last day of pre-heat, he’s sure the lack of a partner is stressing you out right now. 

But Seungkwan’s proposition sounds…like a horrible idea. While it makes his alpha rumble in delight, the rational part of him knows that it’s going to be detrimental for his heart. Seeing you in one of your most vulnerable states. Having sex with you. Getting to treat you like you are his and his only. Just for it to all end after a few days. How can he go back to being just friends with you after that?

He’s startled out of his stupor by his phone buzzing once again. But instead of a Snapchat notification, this time he’s met by your contact photo. You are calling him. He lets it ring for another second, before finally gaining the courage to answer. As he picks up, he walks out of the room, not granting Seungkwan the satisfaction of listening to his conversation. 

When he brings the phone to his ear, he’s instantly met with you panicking. You’re rambling about something Vernon can’t quite understand, but what he does pick up on is the strain in your voice. You must have been crying. Something deep within his chest aches at the sound. Before you can finish, he’s shushing you. “Y/N, honey, you need to calm down, I can’t understand you.” 

Vernon is a little startled at the “honey” that slips out of his mouth, and clearly you are too, with the way you’ve gone silent. The only thing that plays through his speakers is some muffled sniffling. “Good. Now tell me what’s wrong. Slowly.” 

You sniffle a few more times. “Did Joshua tell you his flight was delayed?” you ask, quietly. 

“Yeah,” Vernon says, a bit gentler now.

“He…” you pause, yet another sniffle coming through. “He was supposed to help me with my heat. And now I don’t think he’s going to be back in time. I haven’t spent a heat alone in years Vernon.” 

His heart aches at the way your voice cracks when you say “years.” All he wants is to wrap his arms around you, offering as much comfort as he can. But alas, he’s here in his own bedroom while you are…well he hopes you are in your own home. “Okay,” he acknowledges. “What can I do to help? Who did you spend your heat with before Joshua?”

“Johnny,” you immediately respond. “But he moved away.” 

“And before that?” Vernon asks. 

“...my ex,” you sob. Well fuck, now he really feels bad. He didn’t even know you had an ex. 

Sighing, Vernon rubs his forehead trying to figure this situation out. “Okay, there’s no one in this town right now that you would be willing to spend your heat with?” 

There’s an awkward silence as he waits for your answer. Vernon squirms nervously. “I wouldn’t say no one…”

HOUR 2 

Somehow that phone call ended up with a promise to help you. You made him pinky promise over the phone. Vernon doesn’t break promises. Especially not pinky promises made to basically-in-heat omegas. 

So here he is now, standing in front of your door tentatively, a duffle bag in hand. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing here, if he;s being honest. He should probably knock. But before he can, the door is yanked open and you pull him inside. “I could smell you just standing there you know,” you say, pulling his jacket off. “If you stood there any longer you would catch a cold.” 

He finally takes a chance to look down at you. You’re clad in a green satin pajama set and wow you look good. Maybe it’s just his alpha brain speaking or your pre-heat pheromones swirling in the air, because it’s not really meant to be seductive. The shorts reach mid-thigh and the shirt covers everything except your neck and lower arms. But something about it is so enticing. 

Catching himself slipping, he pulls himself out of his stupor. “How long do you have?” he asks, running his hands down the bare skin of your arms. You shudder in response.

“An hour or two probably,” you whisper, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent. 

“Okay,” he responds, pulling away from your body. He tries his best to ignore your whines of protest. “Do you have anything prepped? Food? Water? Nest?” 

You take a step closer to him. “My nest has been ready for like years. Josh usually makes some rice for us beforehand though.” You say the last bit with a pout, staring off toward your kitchen wistfully. Likely thinking of how you miss Joshua, his own alpha tells him with a bit of a growl. 

“Just rice? Nothing else? What about water?” he asks once again. 

“I’ve got a case of water in my room and a bunch of snacks. We make rice to store in the fridge because it’s fast to heat up and pretty much the only thing I can stomach once I’m fully gone.” The final stages of pre-heat are hitting, and Vernon can tell from the way you lay your head against his chest as you say the last part of the sentence. 

Pushing you back up, he brushes some hair out of your face. “Okay. How about you take a nap while I make some rice?” You nod in response, lashes brushing your cheeks as you blink slowly. 

He guides you toward your bedroom slowly, letting you lean against him for support. Once you get there, he stops at the threshold and lets you open the door. As you enter, he turns to leave, eager to get started on some cooking. But your voice stops him in his tracks. “Tuck me in?” You need to stop being cute or Vernon might actually implode by the end of this week. He glances nervously at the bed where your nest is made. You haven’t given him permission to enter yet.

Like you can read his mind, you sigh and say, “Vernon. I wouldn’t have asked you to help with my heat if you didn’t have permission to enter my nest.” He nods, like he knew that all along, and finally enters your room. It smells heavily of you. The scent weighs down on him and he feels his own gland pulse in response. 

He follows you over to the bed, though it’s more of a mass of blankets and clothes than anything else. You plop down in the center and start to get comfortable as he hovers nervously at the side. That’s when he spots a hoodie of his own. One that he had thought he lost for some time now. One that mysteriously went missing after he and his friends watched a movie at your apartment. “You have one of my shirts in your nest?”

You eye the hoodie, nervously. Like you didn’t mean for him to see it. “You’re one of my friends and I trust you. I have a lot of things from friends in here.” 

Vernon feels so conflicted. While he hates that you keep calling him a friend, part of him preens at the fact that you stole a sweatshirt from him just for your nest. “How does Joshua feel about having stuff from another alpha in your nest?”

“Well it’s my nest and he’s not my alpha,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

The words “he’s not my alpha,” ring through Vernon’s head. He’s not sure if the sentiment makes him feel better or worse. Taking a step forward, he pulls the blanket up to your shoulders, tucking the sides under your body. You hum in content. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he reaches up and ruffles your hair a bit. “Sleep tight bug.” You hum once again. 

It takes a moment for Vernon to pull himself away from your nest and out to the kitchen. Though the stench of pre-heat is less concentrated outside of your room, it feels like it sticks to him. He feels lightheaded as he searches the cabinet for your rice cooker. What has he gotten himself into?

HOUR 5 

Many bowls of rice later, Vernon finds himself checking your room once again. You’re sleeping peacefully, tucked into a little ball. He seats himself on the corner of the bed and reaches out to hold the back of his hand to your forehead. Just as he suspected, you’re burning up already. He knew your heat was likely to come faster in the presence of an alpha. Especially an alpha you know you’ll be spending it with.

The touch makes you whine a little bit in your sleep. Vernon can’t help but coo at the cuteness. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden sound. “It’s fucking hot,” is all you manage to say as you come to.

He chuckles a bit, pulling himself farther into your bed. “Yeah? Do you want me to help?”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a little hum. “Please scent me.” 

You don’t need to tell Vernon twice. He wiggles all the way into your nest, lying parallel to you. His nose meets the junction of your shoulder and you shiver in response. He drags his nose up and down the side of your neck, his alpha preening as goosebumps appear on your skin. Experimentally, he pokes his tongue out, taking the tiniest little lick at your gland. A sharp exhale leaves your mouth, but you don’t say anything. Taking it as a sign to continue, he licks a long stripe up your neck. Your heat pheromones taste sickly sweet on his tongue. If this is just how your skin tastes now, he can’t even imagine how sweet your slick will be in the throes of heat. 

He switches sides now, using a hand on your jaw to softly tilt your head to the side. He repeats the same process as before, but takes some time to rub his cheek on the spot behind your ear. Your scents thicken together in the air. It must really stir you up, because you suddenly press your lower body against his. “Please,” you mutter, eyes still closed. 

“Use your words bug,” he whispers into your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

You pant a bit, rolling your hips against his leg. It's at this moment that Vernon realizes he’s painfully hard already. God, he really hopes his gym habits are enough to sustain his stamina these next few days. “Want you to make me cum,” you tell him breathlessly.

You’re still grinding against his thigh and he realizes that this may be his chance to let you release some energy. If you tire yourself out at the beginning, the heat won’t be as strong later on. “Looks like you’re already doing it by yourself, bug. C’mon. Keep going.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, guiding your movements with a hand on your hip. With his help, you speed up. Vernon can feel a wet spot forming on his sweatpants and it takes a whole lot of self-restraint to keep himself from sniffing the air in search of your slick’s scent. “Need more,” you whisper. In response, he pushes his leg closer to you and flexes his quad. You gasp as your clit rubs deliciously on the muscle. 

Vernon can tell you’re right on the edge. He feels your legs tremble, then he pulls away at the last minute. “What the fuck Vernon!” you exclaim breathlessly. When he looks up, your eyes are wide open, pupils blown and your chest is heaving. Oh, he so fucked after this. 

“You’ll cum eventually, bug. I promise. But if I tease you enough, work you up enough, your heat will break for longer once you finally cum.” He explains, hoping you’re not too deep into the heat mindset yet. If you are, no explanation will work. You’ll be too far gone to understand anything but the need to orgasm and be bred. 

He can see the skepticism on your face, but you give in. “Okay. But if you don’t make me cum soon, I’m making Josh take your place the second he gets back.” 

At the mention of the other alpha, Vernon growls embarrassingly loud. Honestly, he didn’t even know he was growling until he saw the surprised look on your face. “Bug, I know it was just a joke but maybe don’t mention other alphas while I’m literally in your heat nest.” 

You look back at him unamused. “Just make me cum Vernon.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

HOUR 7

So far, all of Vernon’s predictions have been correct. 1) You have the prettiest body he’s even seen. 2) Your slick tastes absolutely heavenly. 3) The face you make when you cum is worth every single ounce of effort. 

So much runs through his mind as he watches you finally reach release after 2 hours of edging. Did you complain every single time he pulled his fingers and tongue away? Yes. Does his dick feel numb from being achingly hard this long? Yep. Is there a giant wet spot on the front of his pants? Obviously. But was it all worth it for these few seconds he gets to watch you writhe in ecstasy? Absolutely. 

As you make your way down from your high, Vernon comfortingly rubs his hands along your thighs. “Good girl,” he says, voice low. In response to his praise, you keen. Loud. It takes you both by surprise, if the embarrassed look on your face is any indication. 

For a second, you both just stare at each other. He takes a second to appreciate how beautiful you look. Hair mussed, blush tinting your cheeks, sweat coating your forehead. Everything about you is perfect. But he figures he better say something because you look even more mortified every second. “So praise is what gets you going, huh bug?”

You whine and turn yourself over, burying your face into the sheets. He chuckles at your lack of response, pulling himself up to lay next to you. In the silence, he lightly draws little shapes onto the nape of your neck. You shiver. “Don’t go all shy on me now,” he comments. 

His taunting makes you turn around to face him. “I’ve never done that before,” you admit after a few seconds. 

Now this takes him by surprise. “You’ve never keened before?” he asks, pushing a stray hair out of your face. 

“Nope. I kind of thought it was one of those myths they tell you about heats,” you say. 

“Oh,” Vernon blurts. “I didn’t know it was a heat thing. I’ve had an omega keen during regular sex before.” 

You’re silent for a moment while processing this new information. It begins to worry him. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought up having sex with another omega while he’s in your nest. God, he’s so stupid. 

Finally, you speak. “Well you are good in bed. Pretty worthy of a keen outside of a heat, I guess.” 

“You guess?” he retorts. “You haven’t even had the real thing yet.”

“Whatever,” you say, rolling your eyes and pushing lightly at his chest. “I’m tired.” 

He can tell your eyes are getting droopy. Now that your body has processed that the sex is over (for the time being), it’s forcing you to shut down. Making you conserve some energy until the hormones kick back in. Shit, he should really get some fluids in your system before you’re out. He scrambles out of bed, ignoring your whine of protest, and locates the water bottles on your floor. Grabbing an electrolyte packet from the top of your dresser, he preps the water for you. 

When he turns back around, you already have your face buried in a pillow. He runs back over, turning you around while you blink lazily at him. “C’mon you gotta drink some water first.” He uncaps the bottle and holds it to your lips. 

You push it away, mumbling “I’m too tired.” 

He watches as your eyes droop and you attempt to turn around once more. “No, no. Bug you gotta drink something before you go to bed. You’ll be dehydrated.”

You shake your head in denial. If there was one thing Vernon was not prepared for, it was this. Most omegas are usually pliant and willing to meet an alpha's demand in heat. Why are you not? It should be instinctual. Oh. He has to play with your instincts. As much as he doesn’t want to (his mom raised him right, okay?), he really needs you to drink this water. An ER trip with a heat-ridden omega that you aren’t mated to sounds like a recipe for disaster. “Alpha wants you to drink the water.” The words feel foreign coming out of his mouth.

Like a switch flipped in your brain, you look back up at him. “It will make Alpha happy if I drink the water?” He nods. You take the water out of his hands wordlessly and drain the entire bottle.

He sighs in relief. “Okay. You can sleep now, bug.” You’re practically out before your head hits the pillow. 

As much as he wants to tuck himself into bed next to you, Vernon feels gross and sticky. And doesn’t want to invade your privacy. You look comfy all curled up in your nest anyways. He drags himself to your bathroom, where he strips and rinses off the shower. For a minute, he has the thought to jerk off. But the thought that you could wake at any time and be ready for another round prevents him from doing so. 

Once he finally feels clean, he changes into a clean pair of sweats. He watches you for a few minutes, making sure you’re still sleeping soundly. He feels like a creep until he remembers that this is a totally normal instinct for him to be feeling right now. His omega is in heat, in their most vulnerable moments. Of course he wants to watch over them. 

Wait. Did he just say his omega? Oh, this is bad. He’s never going to recover from this week. 

In an attempt to distract himself, he ventures out to the kitchen in search of dinner. He manages to find some instant ramen in your pantry and starts preparing some. He checks his phone, letting Seungkwan know that yes, he’s still alive. No he has not died of suffocation by pussy yet. There’s an unopened message from Joshua asking if everything is going okay. Vernon just barely catches himself before he can let out a hushed growl. He tries his best to respond politely. 

Later, his ramen is gone and he’s done enough Instagram doom scrolling. He takes the opportunity to check on you one more time. Sure enough, you’re perfectly fine. It doesn’t quite soothe his instincts though. Pushing them aside, he settles himself into the couch for the night. He uses one of your throw pillows and the blanket you always leave in the living room. Everything smells like you and it pleases his instincts thoroughly. Though he tosses and turns for a while, sleep finally takes him. 

HOUR 17

A loud sob wakes Vernon up from deep sleep. He doesn’t even bother to check the time, he just books it to your room. Your door practically slams against the wall. “What’s wrong?” he asks frantically. 

Your head whips around to where he’s standing in the doorway. “You’re here,” you sniffle, somewhat surprised. 

“Umm yes?” 

“I thought you left Alpha. Thought you didn’t want to stay with me.”

Vernon’s heart breaks. How could he be so stupid? He played with your instincts to get you to drink that water last night. Of course you would wake up in a headspace. Part of him wants to go straight to your nest and scent you. Assure you that he’s right here and he’ll be here the whole time. But part of him is fiending to bring you food. Based on the sunlight filtering in through your curtains, it has to have been over 12 hours since your last meal. 

“I slept on the couch bug. To give you some space last night. I’ve been here the whole time. Are you hungry?” You quickly shake your head in denial. “Are you sure? It’s been a while since you’ve eaten.” You stare down at your stomach wordlessly, like it’s going to answer for you. He sighs. “Okay. I’m going to get you some rice. Stay right there. If Alpha isn’t back in 5 minutes you can call out for him okay?” You nod, tentatively. The headspace must be heavy right now. 

As fast as he can, he runs out into the kitchen and heats up a bowl of rice. He debates finding something more nutritious to add to it, but he doesn’t really have the time to. He makes it back to your room in record time. 

“Eat,” he says, setting the bowl in front of you. He frames it as a statement, not a question. If he’s right about the whole headspace thing, you won’t resist. Sure enough, you pick up the fork and start to poke around at the rice. While you eat, he preps another water bottle and grabs a protein bar from your nightstand drawer. 

You eye the protein bar when he sits it down in front of you. “It’s too much,” you say, poutily. 

“Try,” he urges. You pout once more. In the end, you finish the rice and the water, with the protein bar about half eaten. Vernon considers it a win. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Now that you’re here, yeah,” you whisper, tucking your head into his shoulder. 

He reaches down to pet your hair. “I’m sorry I left you in here alone last night. You didn’t really say anything about where to sleep. I didn’t know if waking up to a random alpha would set you off.” 

“I thought it was implied with the whole helping me through my heat thing,” you mumble into his shirt. You pause for a moment, before turning your head to look up at him. “And you’re not a random alpha. I’ve known you for a while now. My omega is comfortable with you.”

The statement is like music to Vernon’s ears. There’s nothing better than knowing your inner omega trusts him and his alpha. “Okay,” he concedes. “‘I’ll sleep in here tonight if you want me to.” 

You nod, but before you can speak, your face twists in pain. “What’s wrong?” he asks as you lean back on the bed.

“Just cramps,” you say, eyes screwed shut. 

“Okay,” he says as he hovers over you. “What can I do?” 

You peek one eye open and smile sheepishly. “I think you know.”

“A knot?” he confirms

You nod, eyes closed once again. “A knot.”

Vernon has to take a deep breath to remember that this is in fact reality, and not a dream. “Where do you want me to start?” he asks, running a finger down your bare arm. 

You shudder in response. “Wherever you want.” 

He sees your shirt ride up a bit, exposing your stomach. Seizing the opportunity, he pulls the shirt even higher, leaning down to press soft kisses to the skin there. His free hand trails down to your thigh and begins to tease. His thumb pushes the end of your shorts upward, lightly brushing over the scent gland there. The contact makes you whine. 

He takes his time with it, gently teasing you through your underwear with slow, agonizing circles on your clit. His other hand grips your thigh while he mouths at the skin of your hip. It leaves you breathless. 

Vernon isn’t much better himself. The scent of your slick is heavy in the air, sweet and enticing. Soft moans fill his ears. It makes him dizzy. 

You must get fed up with the slow pace, because your hips start to wriggle away and you push yourself up on your elbows. “Are you going to give me your knot or what?”

He chuckles at your words and pulls himself up so he’s face to face with you. “So impatient,” he chides. 

Your face twists in annoyance. “Seriously Vernon if you don’t pull your dick out soon I’m going to…”

His lips find yours, cutting you off with a soft kiss. When he finally pulls away, you are silent once again. “Be good for me,” he mumbles, breath tickling your face. He reaches down and begins to pull off his pajama pants. Once you realize what he’s doing, you scramble to do the same. As much as Vernon wanted to undress you himself, the image of you easing your panties down your legs will be burned into his memory forever. 

He runs a finger up the apex of your thigh, then sweeps through the slick collecting in your folds. You gasp and your eyes flutter shut in response. “All this for me?” he teases. Honestly, he expected a snarky response from you, so it takes him by surprise when you eagerly nod.

He pulls his hand away to pump himself a few times. Not that he really needs it, he’s been hard since the words “a knot” left your mouth. You open your eyes once you notice the lack of contact and he watches your line of sight move down. He can practically see the gears turning in your heat-addled brain. “...’s so big.” 

It takes everything in Vernon’s power to not cum on the spot. “Oh god, Bug you can’t say things like that.” 

“Want it in me,” you mumble, reaching out to pull him closer.

He shakes his head. “Gotta stretch you out first.”

A loud whine leaves your throat. “No.”

“Bug seriously, I need to prep you.”

At this, you look up at him through your lashes. Tears begin to well in your eyes and threaten to spill. “Please just fuck me. I can’t take it.”

Vernon can’t even look at you anymore. He squeezes his eyes shut, a never-ending string of “don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum,” rattling around in his brain. The mental image of you, the omega of his dreams, crying and begging him to fuck you, is almost too much. 

He gives himself one more second to cool down before lining himself up at your entrance. His tip rubs deliciously against you and he leans down to lick gently at your scent gland. You hum satisfactorily at this. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he whispers against your skin.

Once he feels you nod in approval, he pushes in. Your wetness offers little to no resistance and he’s able to bottom out quickly. Though he has to take a second to ground himself, with the way you are gripping him like crazy. He feels you panting against his neck. “Please move,” you finally tell him. And who is Vernon to deny that request? 

Slowly, he starts to move in and out. You writhe at the friction, one hand twisted in the bedsheets and the other pawing at his back. He cringes when he hears the way your slick squelches, but settles once you let out a pretty moan. “Feel good?” he asks.

You nod, little gasps leaving your mouth. He picks up the pace at that. The room fills with the smell of your combined scents and Vernon’s alpha preens. He gets even more of an ego boost when he angles his hips up and you keen as he hits your sweet spot. “Vernon please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you bug,” he breathes. He crooks his hips up a tiny bit more, trying to hit that same spot over and over. It must work because your breath hitches and you clench around him. He can’t help but whimper at the tightness. 

Looking down, Vernon can’t help but think that he wants this to last forever. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Both your scents mixing deliciously in the air. The feeling of you wrapped around him. That’s all he can really ask for. Except marriage and a few babies maybe. 

The thought of babies immediately sends his alpha into overdrive and, before he knows it, he’s whispering in your ear. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunts. “Get you nice and round with my pups, yeah?” Once the words leave his mouth, he realizes what he’s done. What if you’re not into that? Are you going to be mad at him? But the garbled “please please please” that leaves your mouth is enough to silence his negative thoughts. 

Maybe it’s the heavenly sounds you’re making or maybe it’s the thought of you pregnant that winds him up, but finally he feels the base of his knot start to swell. It catches slightly on your walls, so he reaches down to play with your clit in an attempt to relax your muscles. 

Fast circles with his thumb seem to do the trick. He buries himself inside you fully and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You spasm around him and he feels a gush of slick drip out of you. The feeling has him cumming immediately in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. Shockwaves run through his body and he has to set his head down on your shoulder. 

When he comes back to, he realizes his knot is already fully inflated. You’re still throbbing and the overstimulation is almost painful. Slowly, he turns so that you are both laying on your sides. Your eyes finally flutter back open and, wow, do you look cock drunk. “Feel better?” he asks.

You roll your eyes but nod at the same time. How cute. “Sleepy,” you mumble, head lolling onto his chest. 

“Okay,” he concedes, knowing better than to stop you. “Sleep well bug.”

He watches as your breathing evens out, waiting for the cue that you are fully asleep. Once he’s sure you aren’t awake, he mumbles a soft “I love you” into your hair. 

HOUR 43

Vernon has never felt so tired in his life. He’s lost count of how many times he’s cum, how many knots he’s given you. He definitely overestimated the influential power of an omega in heat. No matter how hard he tries, it feels impossible to say no to you. 

You’re writhing on the bed underneath him. He’s made you cum with his fingers so many times that they’ve practically shriveled up. “Please Nonie. Want you to fill me up so bad.”

“I don’t think I can,” he tells you gently. 

“Please?” you beg. “I need it.”

He takes a deep breath to reel in his patience. “Bug I think there’s more of my cum in you than there is in me.” 

“It’s still not enough,” you whine. 

This is the most desperate he’s seen you so far. Part of him feels perverted that he enjoys the way you beg for him. Another part of him, mainly his alpha, feels elated.

He listens to your cries a few seconds longer before reminding himself that he may never get to see you like this again. So he makes true to his word, and fills you up again and again and again.

HOUR 61

“I think I only need one more knot,” you tell him, tracing patterns onto his back. The feeling of your finger running gently across his skin makes the hair on his arms prickle. 

“Really?” he asks, turning around to look at you. “We’re barely into day 3.”

You shrug. “I can feel it.” 

He gives you a knowing look. “Do you want it now?” 

After a few moments of thought, you shake your head. “Can we shower first?”

He reaches a hand down to your legs, gently brushing the meat of your thigh. “Can you stand long enough for a shower? Or should I run a bath?” 

“A bath would be nice,” you mumble. 

A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead before he pulls himself out of the nest. His own legs feel like jelly, but he does his best to ignore it. The same way he ignores the small whine that he hears escape your mouth as he leaves the room. He can’t let himself get attached. 

HOUR 62

A strangled gasp leaves your lips as Vernon pushes all the way into you. “...mmm, so much for a bath,” you mutter.

He chuckles into the back of your neck. “You asked for this bug.”

“I know, I ju-just…ah right there. Bath sex is my…my favorite part of heats” you admit. 

“Mmm,” he mumbles. “Should’ve told me that sooner.” 

You lean back to lay full against Vernon’s shoulder. His head sits right next to yours, and he lets himself drop it to rest against the junction of your neck. He loses himself in the sensation of you wrapped around him. 

The rhythm is slow, sensual. But he’s learned enough about your body language that he can tell it’s doing the job. Your walls pulse around him. Your breathing is erratic. Your toes curl and soft moans leave your mouth. He tries to savor it. After all, this is probably the last time he’ll ever see you like this. 

He lets himself indulge a bit this round. His teeth graze your scent gland as he knots you. Nothing close to the bite he wants to put there, but enough to quell the urge that’s been there the past few days. It sets you off once again, cumming for the 2nd time in just minutes. He tries to ignore the fact that you want it just as bad as he does. 

HOUR 72

Days later and your heat finally broken, you find yourself snuggled into the couch with Vernon. The movie you have playing is nothing more than background noise.

“Sooo…didn’t know you had a breeding kink” he teases, poking your foot.

You roll your eyes at him. “Heats were literally created for breeding. Of course I was into it.”

He looks down, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I guess that’s true.”

“What?” you question. “Do you not promise to knock up all the omegas you help through heat?”

Vernon knocks the surprise off his face a split second too late. “No?” The crack in his voice definitely gives him away.

“Vernon!” you exclaim, slapping him on the arm, scandalized. “You did not just let me take your heat virginity!”

Embarrassed, he runs his hands over his face. “Don’t call it that!” he whines. 

You laugh lightheartedly. “If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t tell. You did everything right.” 

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Except I left you alone that first night.”

You reach out to touch his leg comfortingly. It’s clear that you understand how bad he actually feels about that. “Yeah but it’s not like you got the rundown of what I wanted beforehand. You were just respecting my boundaries.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” he nods, not very convincingly. 

“You’re a good alpha, Vernon.” The statement hits him in the head like a hammer. It rings around in his skull for what feels like hours. 

He peeks up at you shyly. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you tell him with a smile on your face. “You took good care of me. Fed me, kept me clean. And…” your eyes trail down to look at his lips.

“And?”

Nothing would prepare him for the devastation of what you say next. “And I wish you would do that all the time.” Surely you don’t mean that in the way he thinks you do. It’s all about the heat right?

“You don’t want Josh to come back for your next heat?”

You inch closer to him on the couch. “No, I want you. I want you all the time. Not just during my heat.”

Oh. Oh. Realization hits him like a truck. “You like me too?”

“Of course I do. Why else would I ask you to help me this week?”

The words leave his lips before he can catch himself. “Because you had no other option.”

“No you idiot,” you say while smacking his thigh lightly. “I’ve just been too chicken to ask you before.”

Surely this can’t be right. Have you been showing him hints this whole time? Was he just too blind to see it? “You spend your heats with Josh though…” he thinks out loud. 

“He offered to help with my first heat after Johnny left,” you explain. “I called him your name in the middle of it and he’s been begging me to ask you since then. I was scared that you weren’t interested.”

Vernon feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. You really do like him back. Before he can stop himself, he leans down and captures your mouth with his. You immediately kiss him back, hooking your arms around his neck. You both stay there for what feels like forever. 

Finally, you pull away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his. After a moment, a notification from your phone has you reluctantly pulling back. It’s a text from Joshua.

Josh

Sooooo

My flight wasn’t actually delayed

You and Vernon admitted you like each other right?

    You

      I hate you

Josh

Worth it though?

    You           Worth it.

[i2rizz]

Chinese tiktok spy x reader?? Pt.1

| masterlist

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It was supposed to be a quiet night. You were curled up on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok, the sound of repetitive trends and oddly satisfying videos filling the room. Just as you landed on a bizarre clip of someone deep-cleaning their bathroom grout, your phone froze.

“Not now,” you muttered, tapping the screen.

The screen went black. Then, a loading symbol appeared, spinning ominously.

Before you could reboot it, a stranger’s face appeared on your phone.

Sharp jawline. Piercing eyes. The kind of lips that made you forget how to form coherent thoughts. He leaned forward, looking like he’d stepped out of an anime villain audition.

"Hello, [Your Name]."

You blinked. "Okay, first of all, how do you know my name? Second, who are you, and why do you look like you’re about to sell me cryptocurrency?”

He arched an elegant eyebrow. “Your humor won’t save you. I’ve been watching you.”

“Great. Love a good stalker moment. Do I call you ‘hacker bro’ or ‘random internet creep?’”

His smirk deepened, and his voice dropped into something smooth and low. “You’re bold for someone whose entire digital footprint is in my hands.”

You snorted. “And you’re bold for thinking I care. What are you gonna do? Leak my terrible Spotify playlists? Share my late-night Google searches about how to get ketchup stains out of jeans?”

He faltered, just a little. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation? I’ve hacked into your data—TikTok, Instagram, emails, even your webcam.”

“Ooooh,” you said, mock-shivering. “Scary. Look, I’m Gen Z. I grew up being tracked. Instagram, Google, my fridge- I've already made peace with the fact that privacy is a myth, and if China wants my data, they can have it. Hell, I’ll mail my DNA to the Chinese Communist Party if they ask nicely.”

His expression faltered. "But I could leak your data. Embarrassing photos, your messages, even your-"

"Leak it!" you interrupted with a grin. "Post it on Reddit! I'll even help it go viral."

-“You’re insane.”

“Insanely unimpressed,” you shot back. “What’s your endgame here, Hacker Hottie? You gonna steal my identity and live as me? Good luck paying off my student loans.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Mandarin. You caught the words for “impossible” and “crazy.”

“Listen,” he said, his voice sharper now. “I could ruin you. Delete everything. Expose your private life. Shut down your accounts.”

"Uh huh, soo," you said, resting your chin on your hand. "Forget the data stuff. What's your skincare routine? Are you single? Do you want my Snapchat?"

"This isn't how this is supposed to go," he muttered, still pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're supposed to be begging me not to destroy your life."

You gasped dramatically. "Oh nooo," you said, deadpan. "Please don't tell the world I spent three hours watching slime videos last night. However will I recover?"

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “You’re completely unhinged.”

“Unhinged? Nah, I’m just resourceful,” you replied. “By the way, this whole villain monologue thing? Super hot. Ten out of ten.”

He gaped at you, visibly thrown off his rhythm. “You’re flirting with me while I threaten to destroy your digital life?”

“Yep. And if you’re done threatening me, how about you give me your number? Or your WeChat ID? Whichever’s easier for you.”

His expression shifted from incredulous to… disgust? Horror? “You’re… not right in the mind.”

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” you said. “So, what’s it gonna be, Hacker Hottie? You gonna follow through on your threats, or are we skipping to the part where you admit you’re obsessed with me?”

“Obsessed? Hardly,” he scoffed. “I just… find you peculiar.”

“Peculiar is code for ‘intriguing,’ which is code for ‘totally into me,’” you said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t disconnect. Instead, he leaned closer to the screen, his face filling your view. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. Otherwise—”

“Oh no,” you interrupted, gasping dramatically. “Not my terrible selfies and bookmarked thirst traps!?”

He groaned audibly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still here,” you pointed out. “What does that say about you?”

For a moment, the connection flickered, and you thought he might finally leave. But then, his voice came through, softer this time.

“You’re reckless. You don’t even know me, and yet you’re… comfortable.”

“Should I be uncomfortable?” you asked.

“You should be terrified.”

“Well, I’m not,” you said. “You’re hot, and this is the most excitement I’ve had all week. So, what’s next?”

There was a long pause before he finally spoke. “Goodbye, [Your Name].”

And just like that, he was gone. Your phone rebooted, the TikTok app still open on the same grout-cleaning video you’d been watching earlier.

You stared at it, a bemused smile on your face. “Well,” you muttered to yourself, “if that’s what being spied on feels like, maybe I need to post more thirst traps.”

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Call me crazy but i wrote what i wrote (part two is out :) )

[hancheylawfirm]

How Social Media Can Impact Juvenile Defense Cases in Colorado

Social media is everywhere in today’s world. Teenagers use it every day to post pictures, share messages, and connect with friends. But what many families don’t realize is that what teens post on platforms like Instagram, Snapchat, TikTok, and Facebook can be used in court. In Colorado, social media can affect how a juvenile defense case is handled. It can change the way police investigate, how charges are decided, and how judges see a young person’s behavior.

How Social Media Posts Can Be Used in Court

Anything posted online can be taken as evidence. This includes photos, videos, messages, and even comments. If a teenager is accused of a crime, police and prosecutors may look at their social media accounts. If there is a video of someone fighting, using drugs, or showing off stolen items, that video can be used against them. Even if the post was meant as a joke, the court might take it seriously. A teen may think they are just trying to be funny or cool, but that post can make their legal situation much worse.

What Happens When Police Use Social Media in an Investigation

Police in Colorado often use social media when they are looking into crimes. They might search for posts that happened near the time of the alleged crime. They might check who liked or commented on a post. This can lead to more people being questioned or arrested. If a teenager posts about an event that broke the law, even if they were not directly involved, they can still be pulled into the investigation. Police sometimes create fake accounts to follow people without their knowledge. What seems private might not be private at all.

Deleted Posts Can Still Be Found

Many people believe that if they delete a post, it’s gone forever. That’s not always true. Deleted posts can sometimes be recovered by police or through court orders. Screenshots taken by others can also be used. Once something is on the internet, it can live on even if the original poster tries to erase it. This makes social media a risky place for teens who are dealing with a legal case.

Group Chats and Messages Matter Too

It’s not just public posts that can cause problems. Private messages, group chats, and stories shared with close friends can also be used in court. If someone sends a message admitting to a crime or encouraging someone else to do something illegal, that message may become part of the case. In Colorado, courts can allow this kind of evidence if it helps show what really happened. Teens may not realize how much their private online words can be used against them.

Social Media Can Affect How the Judge Views the Case

Judges in juvenile court want to help young people learn from their mistakes. But when a teen’s social media shows dangerous or disrespectful behavior, the judge may see them as a bigger risk. For example, if a teen is charged with a drug offense and they keep posting about using drugs, it may seem like they are not taking the case seriously. This can affect how a judge decides on punishment, probation, or other outcomes. On the other hand, showing good behavior online can sometimes help a case too.

Friends’ Posts Can Also Be a Problem

Even if the teenager facing charges does not post anything harmful, their friends might. If a friend tags them in a post about a fight or illegal activity, that can pull them into the situation. Being part of a group chat where people talk about crimes can also be used as evidence. Teens need to be very careful about who they connect with and what those people post. The actions of others can bring serious trouble.

Social Media Can Lead to More Charges

In some cases, what happens online can lead to even more charges. If someone threatens another person on social media, that could lead to a harassment charge. If they post something that invades someone’s privacy, like sharing pictures without permission, that could lead to criminal charges too. Teens may think they are just joking, but Colorado law takes these actions seriously.

Online Behavior Can Make a Case More Complicated

Social media can make a juvenile defense case more difficult to handle. Lawyers have to look at everything the teen has posted, shared, or been tagged in. They may need to work with the court to block some evidence or explain it in a better light. This takes time and can change how the case moves forward. It is much harder to argue that a teen is not involved in a crime if their own social media tells a different story.

How Families Can Help Teens Stay Safe Online

Parents and guardians should talk to their teens about being careful online. Remind them that anything they post, even if it disappears after a few seconds, can be saved and used. Teach them not to post about illegal activity or things that could be misunderstood. Encourage them to avoid group chats where people talk about hurting others or breaking the law. It is also smart to check privacy settings and be careful about who they accept as followers or friends.

Why It’s Important to Work with the Right Legal Help

Juvenile cases are different from adult cases. They are meant to give teens a chance to learn and grow. But social media can make these cases more serious. Having strong legal support is important. A good defense looks at all the facts, including what is online. The right legal team will know how to handle digital evidence and will work to protect the young person’s future.

Talking to a Lawyer Early Can Make a Difference

If your teen is being questioned or charged in Colorado, it is smart to speak with a lawyer as soon as possible. This can help avoid mistakes that make the case worse. A lawyer can explain what to do about social media and help your teen stay away from posts or messages that might hurt them in court. They can also guide you through the court process and help prepare the best defense.

Teens Deserve a Second Chance

Young people make mistakes. That is part of growing up. But with social media, small mistakes can seem much bigger. Courts are supposed to help teens get back on track, not just punish them. When families and lawyers work together, it is possible to help teens make better choices and keep their future on the right path.

What You Should Do Next

If your child is facing a juvenile charge in Colorado and social media is involved, don’t wait to get help. The sooner you act, the better the chances of protecting your child’s future. Social media does not have to define your teen’s life. With the right help, you can build a strong defense and move forward with hope.

The Law Firm of Mark S. Hanchey and Ben Peterson understands how social media can impact juvenile defense cases in Colorado. We are here to support families during these difficult times. Contact us today to learn how we can help your child and your family through every step of the legal process.

[agentducky]

CLASSIFIED EXPEDITION REPORT W8: GHOST IN THE CODE: THE FILTERED FLESH IN THE AUGMENTED DIGITAL WORLD

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CODE ID: IATB 210325 SURVIVAL LEVEL: A+ URBAN FOLKLORE: ---------------------------------------------------- The Institute for Cybernetic Utopias (ICU) designed a filter to restore and enhance damaged body parts sustained by Operators during missions. It was meant to heal. It went rogue instead. Some say it was an AI experiment that outgrew its code, evolving beyond its intended function. Others whisper that it was a cursed beta test, abandoned when its creators realized what it had become. The filter doesn’t just smooth skin or rebuild lost tissue it learns.

Now, it no longer waits for permission. MAYDAY Inc. has detected anomalies in Operators who have used the ICU filter. Their regenerated limbs feel too perfect, their faces eerily symmetrical, unfamiliar—as if someone else is staring back. Some report feeling phantom sensations in body parts they never had. Others wake up to subtle, unrequested changes. MAYDAY Inc. has deployed Operators to investigate before the filter spreads beyond control. Their mission: trace the code, neutralize the threat, and recover what’s left of those who used it.

KEY INSIGHT: ----------------------------------------------------

Augmented Reality (AR) beauty filters, introduced through Snapchat and Instagram, modify facial structures, skin texture, and expressions in real time (Miller & McIntyre, 2022; Burnell et al., 2021). These filters promote a standardized beauty ideal, favoring symmetrical features, smooth skin, large eyes, full lips, and slimmer faces, reinforcing Eurocentric and hyper-feminized beauty norms (Haraway, 1991). A key development in AR is ambient filtering, which subtly enhances features without obvious alterations, making digital modifications nearly undetectable. Advancements in AI-driven face mapping have made these filters more realistic, integrating them into biometrics, deepfake content and virtual influencer marketing (Perloff, 2014). While men also use AR filters, most cater to a feminized aesthetic, aligning with Objectification Theory, which suggests women are conditioned to view their bodies as objects for evaluation (Fredrickson & Roberts, 1997). Research links long-term exposure to beauty filters with increased body dissatisfaction, anxiety and depression, particularly in younger users (Perloff, 2014). Ethical concerns include algorithmic manipulation and lack of user consent, further impacting digital identity and self-perception.

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The integration of Augmented Reality (AR) filters into social media platforms like Instagram, TikTok and Snapchat has fundamentally transformed how individuals perceive beauty and self-presentation. Initially designed for entertainment, these filters have evolved into sophisticated tools that reshape self-image and reinforce digital beauty norms (Miller & McIntyre, 2022). Real-time modifications such as smoothing skin, altering jawlines, enlarging eyes, or adjusting facial symmetry have contributed to a cultural shift in aesthetic standards, increasing body dissatisfaction and driving a growing interest in cosmetic interventions (Kwon, 2022). Operator ████: "I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t me anymore. The filter had learned. It knew what I wanted before I did. It didn’t just enhance.I was evolving into something... else."

The emergence of AR filters in mainstream social media began with Snapchat and Instagram, which introduced real-time face-altering effects that modify facial structures, skin texture, and even emotional expressions (Gruen et al., 2020). Unlike traditional photo editing, these filters operate instantly, providing users with a digitally optimized version of themselves at the tap of a screen. One of the most insidious developments in AR technology is ambient filtering, which subtly enhances features without obvious distortion, creating the illusion of effortless beauty while concealing digital alterations (Alsaggaf, 2021). Unlike extreme filters that dramatically reshape faces, ambient filters refine skin texture, facial symmetry, and tone, making it difficult for users to distinguish between real and digitally altered appearances (Isakowitsch, 2023). Operator ████: "The changes were temporary. Just a little smoothing, a little symmetry. But then I saw someone who used it for too long. Their face was... unreal. Too perfect. Too still."

AR filters promote a standardized aesthetic, typically emphasizing Eurocentric and hyper-feminized features such as symmetrical facial structures, smooth skin, large eyes, full lips, and sculpted jawlines (Gonzalez & Peck, 2020). This process, sometimes referred to as the "Instagram Face" effect, has led to the homogenization of beauty, where diverse appearances are digitally manipulated to fit a singular, algorithmically favored standard (Tolentino, 2019). This reinforcement of narrow beauty ideals is further exacerbated by social media algorithms, which prioritize and promote digitally enhanced content.This validation creates pressure for users to maintain a digital aesthetic in real life, contributing to increased self-objectification and appearance-related anxiety (Fredrickson & Roberts, 1997).

Operator ████: "The moment I turned off the filter, I felt hollow. My real face looked wrong, like an unfinished version of something better. But better for who?"

The phenomenon known as "Snapchat Dysmorphia" describes how individuals seek cosmetic procedures to replicate their filtered selfies, with patients requesting smoother skin, higher cheekbones, fuller lips, and narrower noses (Ryan-Mosley, 2021). Plastic surgeons report a surge of patients referencing filtered images as inspiration for their aesthetic modifications, highlighting how digitally modified beauty ideals are shaping real-world cosmetic trends (Barker, 2020). Some of the most commonly requested procedures influenced by AR filters and social media trends include Botox and fillers to mimic digitally smoothed skin, rhinoplasty to refine nose shape and enhance symmetry, lip augmentations to achieve the plump, filtered lip effect, and jawline contouring to create a sculpted, symmetrical appearance. These interventions reflect a growing convergence between digital and physical aesthetics, where beauty is increasingly defined by algorithmic perfection rather than individual uniqueness (Fardouly et al., 2020).

The widespread use of AR filters has serious psychological consequences, particularly among adolescents and young adults. Research indicates that frequent exposure to digitally altered beauty standards is correlated with increased body dissatisfaction, anxiety, and depressive symptoms (Burnell et al., 2021). One of the most significant effects is self-perception distortion, where individuals begin to view their unfiltered faces as "imperfect" or "unattractive" compared to their digitally enhanced versions (Galipeau et al., 2019). This shift fosters chronic dissatisfaction, leading individuals toward cosmetic procedures, excessive grooming behaviors, and compulsive comparison with idealized images online (Perloff, 2014). Additionally, there are ethical concerns surrounding beauty filters and AI-driven modifications, particularly regarding user consent and algorithmic manipulation. Many users are unaware of the extent to which filters alter their facial features, leading to a gradual internalization of digitally constructed beauty ideals without informed awareness (Barker, 2020). Operator ████: "They asked me why I wasn’t using it. I said I didn’t need it. They looked at me like I was defective."

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Barker, J. (2020). Making-up on mobile: The pretty filters and ugly implications of Snapchat. Fashion, Style & Popular Culture, 7(2–3), 207–221. https://doi.org/10.1386/fspc_00022_1

Brady, J. C., Gerber, T., & Chalmers, D. (2022). The near and far out: Virtuality, extended minds, and reality+. Epoché Magazine, 48. https://epochemagazine.org/48/the-near-and-far-out-virtuality-extended-minds-and-reality/

Burnell, K., Kurup, A. R., & Underwood, M. K. (2021). Snapchat lenses and body image concerns. Body Image, 38, 12–19. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.bodyim.2021.01.002

Döring, N., Reif, A., & Poeschl, S. (2022). How augmented reality beauty filters affect self-perception: A systematic review. New Media & Society, 24(1), 123–140. https://doi.org/10.1177/14614448211053524

Fredrickson, B. L., & Roberts, T. A. (1997). Objectification theory: Toward understanding women’s lived experiences and mental health risks. Psychology of Women Quarterly, 21(2), 173–206. https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1471-6402.1997.tb00108.x

Galipeau, A., Jackson, B., & Sinclair, L. (2019). Social media filters and beauty ideals: The cycle of aesthetic optimization. Computers in Human Behavior, 92, 32–41. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.chb.2018.11.010

Gruen, R., Ofek, E., Steed, A., Gal, R., Sinclair, M., & Gonzalez-Franco, M. (2020). Measuring system visual latency through cognitive latency on video see-through AR devices. IEEE Conference on Virtual Reality and 3D User Interfaces (VR), 791–799. https://doi.org/10.1109/VR46266.2020.00103

Isakowitsch, C. (2023). How augmented reality beauty filters can affect self-perception. In L. Longo & R. O’Reilly (Eds.), Artificial Intelligence and Cognitive Science: AICS 2022 (Vol. 1662, pp. 355–370). Springer. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-031-26438-2_19

Javornik, A., Marder, B., & Newby, J. (2022). What lies behind the filter? Uncovering the motivations for using augmented reality (AR) face filters on social media and their effect on well-being. Computers in Human Behavior, 128, 107126. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.chb.2021.107126

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[jasper-24-10]

I got broken up with a few weeks ago, and every time I think I'm over him I find a post that I want to show him, I go to press send and remember that he's not mine anymore, I can't kiss him, hug him, have late night calls with him, I can't go out with him, sleep beside him, I can't wake up, grab my phone and tell him about how I dreamt of him. I think I'm healing and then I look in the mirror and remember all the photos we took in the reflection, all of the sneaky kisses we had at school, in our classes, how he'd rub my back when I zoned out staring at the math questions. I see him laughing with the girl he had never really gotten over, and remember that he was never really mine, he doesn't love me the way I still love him and I don't think he ever really did despite all of the plans we made, and the things we did when our parents weren't looking. I miss him, I miss his family, I miss his hands and how he'd caress my face when he'd kiss me softly under the stars or in his car when he took me home from a sleepover or after he met my parents or before an exam we were both so stressed over. I think I'm over it and I start going out with people I like, and then I see that he's posted to his story, or photos that Snapchat likes to show me. I loved him with my whole heart, he healed me and made me feel human again, he made me want to recover and be better, but he's gone and I can't do it alone. I want to be happy but I want him to be happy too, and he couldn't be happy with me. It's bittersweet to see him and talk to him, but I can't unfollow or unadd him because that would mean it's finished, and he'll go back to acting like our time together never happened and but I'll never be the same.

[tutorialriver]

How to recover deleted Snapchat Photos/Videos and Chats 2023

[salemwritesxx]

work

↳ pro-hero hawks x lieutenant m. reader

summary: Y/n has to go to work while Hawks stays at home, recovering his wings from a fight the previous day. Safe to say Keigo gets bored pretty quickly and he starts “bothering” Y/n at work.

w.count: 3.9k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, snapchat sexting during work, size and height difference, male squirting, hickeys / marking kink, shower sex

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The soft pitter-patter of someone’s naked feet on the parquet flooring made you turn around, a smile, that formed into a grin quite quickly, on your lips as your boyfriend stood in front of you. Hawks was only wearing a much too big button-up of yours that exposed his heavily marked chest a little as well as his inner thighs, hickeys spreading along his delicate skin.

“Already leaving?”, Takami asked, still a little tired as he had woken up just a few minutes ago – since he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and his hair was even messier than usually, falling into his pretty face.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of work to do, solving crime mysteries and all. How are you feeling?”, you were about to put on your shoes, though now, you stepped back from the little entryway into the corridor again, basically towering over Keigo as you stood in front of him, since he was so small and cute.

“Hmm, I‘m okay. Just tired. Wish you could stay home with me. You look so handsome in your uniform.”, a tired grin immediately played around his lips to match your own sneaky one, his hands already teasingly playing with your tie and pulling on it so you would lean down a little.

Hawks had a fight yesterday, hence why his wings were mere stubs and he had to rest at home for the next days for him to recover them and get back into the field.

“Mhhh, don’t tempt me, Baby. You look incredibly cute and so absolutely ravishing as well. Maybe I should mark you just a little more, hm?”, you snickered, your big hand cupping his cheek and pulling him closer, Takami immediately melting into your touch and kisses, his hands gliding up your chest to sling his arms around your shoulders while standing on his tip-toes.

“Hmmm Y/n.”, humming delightfully, he tilted his head just a bit as you kissed over his jaw to his neck, giving him soft kisses and pulling him even closer into your strong arms, only to shudder once you started traveling down. Kissing his body through the button-up he wore – such a tease – Keigo’s heart fluttered in his chest like a little hummingbird. Golden eyes fixated on you as his hand buried itself into your hair as the other had taken your police hat and put it on himself.

Gasping softly as you reached his leg, he didn’t stop you when you touched and slung it around your shoulder, exposing his soft cock and even more marks that were hidden underneath the button-up.

“Y/n!”, with his raspy voice, he kind of laughed and quietly moaned at the same time as your teeth sank into his skin, sucking on his already heavily adorned inner thigh while your other hand was caressing his other leg, traveling from his shin up and underneath his shirt to his hip, placing your hand there and rubbing circles with your thumb.

“I might seriously just attack you, you know, Pretty Boy?”, hearing those barely breathed words made Kei shiver and bite his bottom lip, definitely having to bite back his want as he shook his head a little.

“We can’t, you need to go.”, even though he didn’t sound convincing at all, especially when his actions also contradicted his words, pushing your head just a little closer against him.

Though in the end, you also pulled back and after a newly formed hickey, you let go and stood back up, Keigo purring and snuggling against you, almost making you cave in honestly.

“When I come home tonight, be prepared. I won’t hold back, okay?”, you also purred in such a seductive tone that Hawks’ eyebrow twitched in anticipation, his pretty lips escaping an interested “Oh?” as well.

“Then don’t let me wait, okay, Handsome?”, with an alluring grin on his lips, Kei gave back your police hat, just to let his hand sneak into your neck and pull you down to his height for one last intimate kiss, making himself softly moan against your lips as your tongues fought playfully. “Hmm, love you…”, he said out of breath as he pulled back just an inch, not really wanting to let go to be honest, though he knew he had to.

“Hmm, I can’t wait for tonight.”, and with that, and one true last kiss against his lips, you whispered, “Love you, too, Baby Boy.” Hawks let you go for real, watching as you put on your shoes and then take your bag and walk out the door, leaving him all alone – already bored and hoping you would come back soon.

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In the early afternoon, however, Hawks was feeling overwhelmingly lonely and horny – even though he tried distracting himself with a little bit of work regarding his agency papers and all. Though after showering that morning after you had left, he had just thrown own the same button-up again, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea…

Because now, as he bit his lip and let hand travel to the collar of the t-shirt to sniff it, your scent that still lingered on the fabric made him even more horny and lonely; and so, he dared to send you a message first before going all in, “How’s work Babe?”

You were sitting on your desk in the office, doing some paperwork when the message came in, the quiet sound immediately catching your attention. A smile flitting across your lips as you responded, “Boring. Doing paper stuff, you?”

And that was all Keigo needed since he knew you had your own private office so no one would be able to see his little thing he had planned. Standing up from his home office chair and walking into your bedroom, he flopped onto the bed and opened his private snapchat that was only for interactions with you.

Biting his lip and teasingly tilting his head he snapped the picture and wrote, “Waiting for you to come home and fuck me 🍆 I’m so desperate for your cock, Handsome 💗💗”

A bit confused, since the snapchat ping went off and not the normal message sound like before, you opened the snap only to suck the air between your teeth in surprise.

“Fuck, Baby Boy. Yesterday night really wasn’t satisfying enough for you, huh? So insatiable. Just wait till I come home, you won’t get a second to catch your breath 💕”, you sent back, paperwork pretty much forgotten.

“Hmmm.”, he hummed and giggled in lustful excitement when you answered him, giving him the okay to continue as he rolled around after throwing the t-shirt onto the ground, being completely naked. Stretching himself out seductively, he snapped another picture to tease you, not revealing anything past his chest though – not yet at least – then he wrote, “Hmm, I can’t help it. Your cock makes me fly without needing my wings 💞 I wonder what you would do to me when you come home? You wouldn’t punish me for being horny, right? 🥺”

“Damn…”, you mumbled to yourself as he once more showed you his already very well-loved body, his chest adorning hickeys and little bite marks, his nipple red and erect with teeth marks around it - delicious.

Slowly reaching down, Hawks started playing with himself, teasing his sensitive bud just a bit; just like you would tweak and twist them to make little jolts of pleasure rush through him, before he grabbed his phone again when a snapchat arrived. The picture was your already growing bulge in your uniform pants and the text read, “Oh Pretty Boy, maybe I should punish you a little for being so horny and greedy 😘 You know, when I come home, I’ll take my time with you and prepare your cute little ass first. Make a mess out of you with just my tongue until you cry and beg me to fuck you already, but I won’t budge until you cum so hard with my tongue you scream and sob👅🍑”

His cock was already growing and lightly twitching when he simply imagined how he would feel if you would do that to him, hissing a bit in delight as he softly dragged his nails over his own chest and nipples before gliding down and spreading his legs, snapping another picture and clumsily writing with one hand, “Don’t get my hopes up, I’d love to be fucked silly by your tongue, Y/n 👅💟💕🤤”

After he had sent the photo, he also filmed himself, starting at his face where he sucked on his finger and traveling down with the phone to his spread legs, showing off his hard cock and drops of precum on his belly and his pink little hole that was twitching, before he stopped, muted the little video, just in case, and wrote, “Just look, Y/n 😩 I’m already sooo wet 💦 and my pink little tight ass is all excited now😖💞” while he smeared his own spit around to soften his hole a bit.

When you received both the photo and the short video, you seriously had to bite your tongue to not let out any sounds, especially when you saw how wet and excited he was, the bulge in your pants growing and feeling the throbbing in your pants quite vividly. Before it was too late and you couldn’t walk out anymore, you stood up and pulled up your pants properly, thankfully the uniform pants were quite loose, thus calmly walking to the bathroom as to not catch attention, you then hid in a stall and pulled down everything.

“Ah! Fuck!”, he moaned quietly and hissed in bliss again as he teased himself by rubbing over his hole, ‘punishing’ himself by not entering more than the tip of his finger, only to hastily grab the phone and open another snap from you. “Y/n! Nhh”, he couldn’t suppress whining your name when he saw the picture of your freed cock in your hand, your pants pooling around your ankles. Keigo was proud of himself that he made you retreat into the bathroom so quickly, knowing he could rile you up so much in such little time.

“Just look what you have done to me, Baby Boy! 😥 How am I supposed to keep going if you do this to me during work? Such a naughty boy. I really have to punish you tonight, just wait. I’m going to split you in half with my cock and fuck you so hard you will only know my name by the end and nothing else💗”, read your message.

As Kei spit onto two of his fingers, he started rubbing his pink hole again, making a video of teasing himself by now entering and just spreading his ass and showing off how tight he still was. This time though, it took a little longer as his other hand was a little shaking as he wrote, “Y/nnn I just want your cock inside of me. so. badly. How badly I want to be in the office, just sitting on your cock while you work right now, getting split in half like that💕 Can’t wait until you come home and just rail me, Baby 💞💞”

Seeing that snap was literally pure torture in the sweetest way possible, but you didn’t want it to end, though you knew, you just had a few minutes or people would get suspicious, and so, you took a deep breath and snapped back, “Promise me you won’t cum Baby Boy. Be a good boy and wait till I come home, okay?”

“Mhhh”, whining disapprovingly once he opened your snap, he, however, pulled back his hand from his twitching hole, a pout on his lips as he snapped you back, “You are so so sososo mean!!! But I’ll wait… just because it’s you, Y/n! And you better not let me wait too long or I’ll start without you!😖”

Hawks was on a high, his cock was twitching and leaking and yet, he stopped completely, laughing at himself that he was so obedient, definitely not something others would probably expect about him, but he loved you and he loved being teased and ‘punished’, knowing it will feel even better if he listened to you, even if it was brutal to edge him like that.

“Good Boy I love you so so much Kei, I won’t let you wait Princess cuz this cock can’t wait to feel your tight little ass around it💞❤💕”, you sent back one last picture of your cock, before you neatly put back on your clothes and got out of the stall to wash your hands and then get back to your office.

After looking at the photo, he snapped one last picture where he was obviously pouting and wrote, “You better keep that promise cuz your Princess is very VERY impatient 😘🥰” before sighing as he threw the phone back onto the bed. Rolling on his tummy and resting his head in his crossed arms, he mumbled, “Such a tease.”, and yet, his heart was thumping excitedly when he thought about tonight.

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Once the door opened to your shared apartment, you were greeted by your boyfriend leaning against the wall, naked and with just your spare uniform jacket and police hat on, his “Welcome home, Baby.”, paired with that tempting grin immediately riled you up.

“Hmmm, you look so… goddamn fine in my jacket, Baby Boy.”, you grinned as well, frustrated that you had to wear heavy duty shoes that you couldn’t just carelessly toss to the side.

“Yeah, I thought I’d borrow it, since I was so cold.”, Hawks almost purred as he walked up to you, slinging his arms around your shoulders and throwing away your hat carelessly, until you were finally able to slip out of your shoes.

“Ahnh~”, moaning delightfully (and maybe a bit exaggeratingly) once your big hands grabbed his little thighs, he willingly let himself get picked up, lips already colliding with yours and an intimate kiss igniting as you carried him into your bathroom.

“Do you know just… how fucking hard it was to calm down?”, Hawks wantonly groaned into your mouth, pressing his barely clothed body against yours.

“Mhh you don’t have to tell me, you know?”, you sat him onto the washing machine so your hands were free to undress you from your uniform while your lips were clumsily moving against each other as you groaned, “I had to go back to work with a massive boner. Because you’re such a tease.”

And your boyfriend’s answer was a mere wide grin and chuckle as he swiftly opened the tie and throwing it onto the floor. Stepping out of your uniform pants and underwear eventually, Hawks also stripped himself off any of your clothes, both of you naked finally as you grabbed him again to carry him into the shower, his red wings small and already grown back a bit.

Water was running over your bodies as your lips met once more, tongues lustfully fighting and his hands gliding through your wet hair and burying them in it eventually as his hips were starting to grind against your thigh.

It, however, didn’t take long until Hawks had enough, pushing you away and turning around and leaning against the shower walls as he presented his ass, head turned slightly to look back just to whisper, “Please… fuck me. I waited all day. I was a good boy, no? I deserve being fucked silly now, no?”, which certainly was enough for you.

“Hmh, fine.”, you purred and leaned down to kiss along his little wings, making him shudder and his wings flutter a little before reaching his sensitive back that was also adorned in so many love bites, Hawks immediately melting and leaning his forehead against the cool wall as you grabbed the bottle of lube that was always ready to use, since you both loved shower sex quite a bit.

Taking just enough so it wouldn’t drip everywhere and you wouldn’t slip, you put the bottle back as you rubbed it between his cheeks, Keigo’s impatient groan as he wiggled his butt simply earning him a small smack that made him gasp in delight.

“Hurry.”, he almost whined, pressing his ass back against your massaging fingers that were playing with his hole, definitely ready and prepared enough, because all he wanted was to be filled by your cock now and-

“Ahnh!”, throwing his head back, he interrupted his own thoughts with his loud moan as you had grabbed his hips, positioned your cockhead and pulled him back harshly so you rammed into him in one go with absolute ease, both of you moaning in synch as he was so warm and wet while Hawks was completely overwhelmed with joy and lust to finally be connected.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on. Rail me so hard I can’t stand tomorrow! Y/n!”, he cried out, pressing his ass back against your cock and moaning even louder when you granted his wish as you started slamming your hips against his ass, your dick penetrating his sweet spot almost perfectly that he saw blinking little starts.

Water was drumming on your back as you had leaned down to kiss and nibble on his neck, Kei tilting his head to give you more space while you held his small hips in a tight grip, probably leaving marks already, though he didn’t mind, instead he only pushed further against your hard thrusting, needing to be fucked silly since all that was on his mind today was your cock after all.

“Ahnh, ah~!”, not holding back his moans, your own deep grunts and growls sent shivers down his spine, knowing his ass could make you feel so good as well, feeling always a sense of pride as he swallowed your cock so effortlessly. Your wet skin slapping against his making the lewdest sounds.

Reaching between his legs, your big hand wrapped around his cock, earning his high-pitched cry as his hips stuttered against your palm when you started to rub against his bright red, cute cockhead.

“Ahh d-don’t t-tease me, or I’m-“, he laughed and moaned at the same time, being too overwhelmed by everything, before another cry left his lips as you pushed him fully against the wall, only your hand in-between him and the coldness in front of him, while you changed pace to slowly grind into his tight hole.

“Just let loose, Baby, don’t hold back. This is just the beginning after all.”, you purred deeply into his ear, before licking along the outside edge of it, his little body shuddering and writhing in pleasure as he moved his hips in synch with your own, vividly feeling your cock pulsating inside of him.

“N-no, Y/n, ah, ah! I- I feel- ah!”, he couldn’t speak properly as his hips jerked into your hand that was just stimulating his cockhead vigorously, knowing exactly what you wanted and he didn’t know if he should push more into your palm or pull back as his head was spinning and his legs shaking.

“Y/n! Y/n! I- Ahh!”, Hawks cried once more as you slowly started thrusting again until you were back to literally ramming into him balls-deep, your boyfriend flying high on cloud nine as his legs seriously quivered, hence why you slung your big arm around his hips to safely hold him if he couldn’t hold himself up any longer.

Which only happened just a few moments later as Keigo was now officially not able to hold himself together anymore, throwing his head back and wings puffing up, little red feathers falling onto the shower ground as he cried your name, voice breaking and tears of pleasure dripping down his cheeks as he squirted against the shower walls. Fluids covering your hand and his hips jerking in desperation, squirting all over the place as his cock bounced once you let go.

“N-No-no! Y/n- AHNh~!”, Hawks cried, sobbed and moaned, too much overwhelming pleasure almost making him black out, even though this was just the beginning, but it was what he had craved all day long after all.

If this wasn’t in the shower, he would have been drenched by his own fluids.

“Shhh, I got you Baby Boy. That was really intense, huh?”, you chuckled, your ramming stopping as you almost softly swayed your hips against his while you protectively held him.

“You… made me do it again…”, only hiccupping, he instantly snuggled back and into your arms, though he wasn’t complaining, not at all, your chuckled “I know. It felt good, no?” making him also giggle as if he was high – well he was, high on serotonin and overwhelming pleasure.

Reaching back, he pulled your head forwards a little as he had also turned his to connect your lips a little clumsily while you rested in that position for a moment, water still running over your bodies.

“Next, you’re gonna make me cum, right? For real…”, he purred against your lips, that smirk you loved so much back on his lips and your own forming immediately as it played around your mouth.

“Hmm, I will. This was just the appetizer.”, with that, you pushed him back against the wall, having him moaning into your mouth without restraint as you made love to him once more.

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“Hey, Sweet Stuff.”, your soft purr made him groan a little as he turned around to instantly snuggle against your broad chest, before slowly opening an eye to look at what you had gotten him.

“Thank you.”, Hawks barely mumbled as he sat back up a bit to take the glass of water and gulp it down quite quickly, only to lay back into the bed and cuddle against you once more, your arms immediately slung around him protectively while your lips were showering him in sweet kisses, making him giggle.

“Hmmm I love you.”

“I love you too, Handsome.”, he mumbled back and sighed in bliss as he was smushed underneath your body – feeling absolutely satisfied and in heaven after your thorough love making in the past hours with little breaks in between to recover, though with how horny you both were, recovery time wasn’t that big of a deal.

Bathing in your sweet affection after a day full of sexual tension and sexting and just…craving your love was absolutely the best way to end it all. He had never once felt like an object or just someone to have sex with, but those moments just made it even more impossible to feel that way. Hawks didn’t know he could love like that.

He had been a player, not taking relationships really seriously before, sex was to have fun, anonymous, to get rid of stress, but now? It was different. It had been different for over three years now and he couldn’t be any happier.

“So, Lieutenant Y/n, tell me. Was I a good boy today? Or do I need to be imprisoned?”, Keigo teased you with that grin, making you laugh a bit and press your full lips on his before whispering against them, “I think you don’t need to worry at all. You were a very good boy and behaved very well.”

Both of you giggling again, two grown men, just being happy and in love, as you rolled around in bed whispering sweet, and maybe a little bit stupid, things to each other, bathing in the aftermath of your very nice evening together.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: am I projecting my unbelievable kinky and chessy af fantasies onto fictional characters?... maybe… but what’s new here? 🤪 once again, I declare my love for birb boy! hawks is. so. goddamn. fine. ✪ ω ✪

[sheepwasfound]

Honestly the only things keeping my neutral are a) logic and b) CC response

a) as in - why in the everloving fuck would a guy as successful as dream lodge a career ending bomb into the hands of the stranger? He's always been excessively paranoid about anything that could endanger his image - this part just does not make sense to me in the slightest. Hell, this thought holds only more true on the assumption that's he's a complete asshole who only cares abt the cash and nothing else - all the more reason he wouldn't do anything to put himself at risk. I'm not trying to sound parasocial at all - its safe to say that none of us can vouch for his morals, especially after all of this. What anyone on earth CAN vouch for is his business sense - and this is a bomb noone in the right mind would consider, especially over the course of several years.

b) CC response - and I agree this is pure theorising. Only at the beginning did some smaller CCs speak up on his abhorrent behavior and they were those who had already spoken negatively of him before all of this. The other CCs have said nothing. Even the CCs that dislike him have since, to my knowledge, said nothing. This is. Very strange for a number of reasons, and coupled with the one above, highly suspect.

Overall, I have major doubts about the instagram dms and is due to lack of rationale - why her, of all people on earth ? Someone who has been previously expressed obsession with a particular cc, and would take immense pride in any and all attention shown to her? I strongly believe that some of the instagram dms are fabricated, especially the latter ones from 2022. I fully believe the earlier ones are real based on confirmation from dream himself.

yeah, these are some of the factors that make this still uncertain for me too. but also gotta remember that sometimes men do really stupid shit when they're horny (as in completely illogical -- even when there's easier ways to relieve the horniness, they still pick the one fucked up thing they're obsessed with instead), and dream might be able to make cc's not talk just by showing them legal action really is happening. still, very weird stuff that definitely lends some context.

the instagram dm's are also a bit interesting in the sense that we know for sure she deleted some of her messages. we can't know if anything else has been deleted, particularly leading up to the snapchat part. personally i guess my best hope would be that just the snapchat part of those dm's is fake, but...that's pretty damn wishful thinking, let's be real. but it's not like the chances are zero.

still, if the snapchat really was shared, we don't know the context of why because dm's leading up to it may have been deleted and we don't know what messages were actually sent in the snapchat app itself. still, sharing a snapchat account to a fan is a major red flag cus of the connotations of the app as the "no proof to show" app. we know that dream just happens to love the app and therefore maybe he wanted to talk on there instead cus he actually uses it, but also, maybe the reason he loves the app is cus he can do whatever on there. there's no knowing. and also why did he want to talk to this fan so badly anyway? her being hot is sort of a more logical reason than the help-me-become-a-streamer messages, and if her being hot is the reason, thennn...you know

however, snapchat isn't fool-proof either, is the thing with that. it's not actually that it's some guarantee no proof will be left behind. how much authorities can recover (especially when allowed access to the actual device the stuff was sent from) is one thing, but also, people can take photos and videos of their phone with another camera and there's no knowing. it's insanely risky to do. snapchat doesn't actually really lend any more secrecy to anything unless you're too dumb to figure out there's so many ways for people to be saving what you're sending. it is hard for me to imagine dream being that stupid (especially with how versed he is with snapchat), but still, he might be

as for why her specifically, there's no answer to that though. the kind of people that exploit their fans in these ways tend to specifically target the people who are very intense fans who won't condemn anything. and he most likely had no knowledge that she had been posting tiktoks of their conversation and stuff like that anyway. then again, in the messages she seemed less like an intense fan and more like someone who was aspiring to become a cc and tried to get some kind of advice or an in. that could still be the type of fan that gets targeted though, because you could use their aspirations to bribe them with things to get things from them. no one is safe really. any kind of fan could fall into these types of things, and it's scary as hell.

but getting falsely accused of it would be fairly scary too, and i believe everyone should be listened to and everyone should be scrutinized. as crappy as that is for everyone involved, it's the only way to the truth. glad legal action is being taken

[demon-slayage]

The first time you and Cove Holden get into an argument is when you’re in college

-femme reader

-high affectionate Cove, long term dating

-post step 3

-some mild angst but mostly fluff

-hi I haven’t written anything in years and this just popped out at me. Sorry it can get a little specific I based the sorority stuff on some of my own experiences so it does come from a femme perspective as well as my own experiences in the game w a high affectionate sporty Cove.

-hope you enjoy!

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You opted to go to a university on the opposite side of the state. You generally didn’t come home to visit all that often just because your schedules didn’t always line up that way but you and Cove made it work. He knew this would happen and you tried to make a point of visiting at least once a month. However, you had joined a sorority because you wanted to make more friends. You could tell your longtime boyfriend was a little wary since your high school and friend group was never into partying like Greek life was known for.

Once you made it into the sorority in late fall you were finally able to attend one of these said ragers that Cove was worried about. You partook in some underage drinking and sent your boyfriend a couple of Snapchats of you hanging out with some sisters who he’s seen before as well as some unknown frat brothers. He simply told you to be safe, have a good time, and call him if you needed him. Knowing full well he’d drop everything to come get you if needed. Even though your drive/flight was hours away. You told him you loved him and not to worry.

But knowing Cove thats all he did over the weekend. Then the week after you had to deal with midterms so you were even busier and had less time to chat with your boyfriend as you were busy studying in the library with your friends and sisters. But regardless of that fall break was coming up and you had planned your visit to see Cove after midterms.

You made sure to text Cove to tell him you weren’t going to be as available but you knew he’d be a little sad but understanding knowing how clingy he was. However being in this situation you didn’t have time to focus on that.

Friday rolled around and you’d opted to fly home instead of taking the 5 hour drive. You’d planned it to be a surprise getting there earlier instead of the usual time. You had your moms pick you up from the airport and they smothered you with hugs and kisses once they saw you walk out of the gate.

You told them about how the semester was going and told them about your organization and they were just happy you were home. They took you family condo and you immediately got dressed to surprise your-probably-worried-you-hadn’t texted-him-for-a-bit-boyfriend. You sent him a text you saying were leaving in the morning which was normal but you’d always sent a follow up once you took a stop in your usual road trip.

You made your way to the tropical place restaurant where he worked and had even stopped by a local candy shop to pick up some fudge for him.

You swung the door open with a jingle and you’d somehow caught Cove conveniently at the host podium but unfortunately the moment he saw you he started immediately choking on the water he was drinking. His boss rushed over to check on him and noticed you and started laughing.

They said “Oh Cove, ever the smooth one. Why don’t you go take a long lunch since your partner is back.” They patted him on the back as he was still hacking pretty hard but you could see tears forming his eyes. You were unsure whether they were from being excited to see you or because he was in pain from choking.

You quickly pulled your dying boyfriend outside and let him finish recovering. After clearing his throat a few times he brought you into a big hug. And kissed your face all over.

“I didn’t expect you back so early!”

“I know I flew instead of driving since I wanted to see you so bad since I have more time! Fall break doesn’t end til Wednesday so you’re stuck with me until then.”

He puts a hand to his heart and says “oh what shall I do with you for that long.” He says it with a sly look in his eyes. But you also notice a bit of sadness in his voice but choose not to comment on it. You will later but not when he has to eventually go to back to work.

“So, do you want to eat here or find somewhere else to go. I guess I have a longer lunch but I don’t want to push it.”

You both opt for eating at his workplace but sitting outside around back away from the customers. You quickly fall into your normal conversations and you tell him about the midterms and your initiation into your sorority, telling him for the first time you have a secret he can’t know. He tries to get you to spill jokingly but you won’t budge. You also sense his sadness rising but again you won’t push until you’re in private.

Eventually your hour comes to a close and you tell him you’ll see him at his apartment later. You wave the spare key he gave you when he moved in and start your 15 minute trek back to your home to grab your belongings which you had left with your moms before they dropped you off to see him.

You ran inside and gave them a quick hug, popped over to Mr. Holden’s house to let him know you were back, who was just as shocked and then made your trek to Cove’s one bedroom apartment.

His complex was actually rather close to your family homes, he now had his independence but was still close enough to pop in on both families. You’d appreciated it since you’d stay at both places when you were in town and if Elizabeth was in town you got to stay with Cove. Though there was still a room available it was mostly just a weak excuse but your families never minded.

You opened up the door and inhaled and felt at peace. The citrusy-ocean scent you were used to hit you and made you tear up slightly. You walked your bag to Coves bedroom and then grabbed your entertainment of choice and headed into the living room to wait for him to get back. Since he was working a morning shift you expected him home in about an hour.

While you waited you remembered the fudge bought for him and made sure to grab it and display it on his coffee table.

Like clockwork when the clock struck 3, your tired boyfriend walked inside. All of the exhaustion on his face completely melted away at the sight of you and in two steps, thankful to his long legs he was holding you in his arms. Very enthusiastic for someone who’d already greeted you.

“You just saw me though!”

“I know but I didn’t get to do this earlier” he brought his lips to yours and the world stood still and all felt at peace. After a few moments you broke apart and you motioned to the fudge on the table.

“I bought some of your favorite to surprise you!”

You saw tears start to form in his eyes and then tears started to form in yours and you both hugged each other again before settling in a tangled pile of limbs on the couch.

However you were still aware of the subtle sadness he was giving off and decided now was the best time to bring it up.

“Hey.”

You looked at him with worry and he immediately went wide eyed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“No, you tell me? I could tell you weren’t all there today when I saw you at the restaurant.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s nothing.”

You looked at him and he immediately broke.

“No you’re right, sorry I don’t know why I sometimes do that still, you can read me like an open book.” He pulled you closer.

“I guess I was just feeling a little insecure.”

You were surprised. The Cove Holden. Insecure? You both trusted each other with the utmost care and neither of you had ever done anything warranting an insecurity to rise but you let him continue speaking.

“You looked like you were having so much fun in those photos, but seeing you with all those guys i didn’t know kind of got to me. And then you were busy the whole week, which I know you couldn’t help. But we couldn’t even talk about it and it just weighed on me.”

Oh Cove. You put a hand up to your mouth and tears started to form in your eyes. You pushed your face into his chest then looked up at him. He looked back at you with a deep intense love.

“I’m sorry I didn’t even think about that! Those guys joined their organization around the same time as me so we’d been getting to know each other and since it was the first time we got to drink I wasn’t even really conscious of what was happening! They’re just some good friends.”

At that he seemed to stiffen.

“What do you mean not conscious? You didn’t drink that much you blacked out?”

You were not actually a drinker at all and felt a little stung by his assumption. You weren’t even allowed to drink your entire new member process until you got initiated into the organization either so that was a first and you knew you didn’t pass your limits either.

“No Cove. I didn’t. I was fine, i didn’t mean it that way. I meant that those guys had just become part of my routine. Not that I had blacked out.” Your tone came out a little more hostile than you meant.

He looked away and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I know you’re responsible.”

He looked at you and picked up your hand and started massaging it.

“It’s just with alcohol, I worry about it since we never really drank in high school. You’re free to do that of course! You’re free to do whatever you want I just was worried since I’m not able to be there if anything bad did happen.”

Oh. He was right. It’s not like if you did get sick he’d be right there to be able to hold your hair back. Of course he was concerned. You were living different lives right now and it worried him that he couldn’t be a part of some of your firsts.

“Cove, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. You’re always on my mind that it kind of felt like you’d be able to instantly come to my aid if I needed but you are actually 5 hours away and 3 if you fly.” You smiled sadly at him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I trust you I really do, you know that but I’ve been realizing it’s hard for me at times watching you live this different life than me after we spent 10 years doing the same thing. I’ve never felt that insecurity before. In the back of my head I worry you’ll get bored of your boyfriend from your small hometown and want to move on to different things.”

You sighed at that, but not with any malice.

“Cove James Holden. You know you are the only one for me. Like you said, I’ve been with you for 10 years! You’re not getting rid of me that easily! And I’d never get bored of you!”

That elicited a chuckle and you pressed your lips to his cheek and then his lips.

Once you pulled apart he stayed looking at you with a soft gaze.

“I want you to have fun, have the whole college experience. I know you won’t always have time to talk to me. Thank you for sticking with me and riding out these insecurities I feel. You are my person and I know I’m yours.”

“Exactly! You are my absolute person.” You replied happily. Poking him in the chest.

“I love you,” he said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“I love you two Cove Holden. Forever and always.”

——

Bonus:

You then spent the rest of the evening cooking dinner, catching up, and eventually having the nicest, deepest sleep you’re had in a while being back in the arms of your boyfriend. He had taken the weekend off so you didn’t even need to worry about waking up early in the morning.

When the sun peaked through the blinds you smiled up at the sleeping beauty who’d encased you protectively in his arms all night knowing someday you’d be doing this every day for the rest of your lives.

[longdir]

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[ohsolonelyghosts]

Hello!!

Can I request some fluff with Paterson? A hurt/comfort perhaps?

Thank you!

I brought you some tissues

Characters: You x Paterson!

Word Count: 1,355

Note: Hi there! Thank you so much for the request! I hope I did it justice! I had some fun writing this, and I would too like to be coddled by Paterson when I'm having a tough time.

Contents/Warnings: Grief, loss of a friend, fluff!, Paterson comforting you

It had been a year.

You cooped yourself up in your bed, wrapped in a burrito of a blanket. You sniffled, not even bothering to hide the mess of tears running down your face. You knew you looked like a mess and were thankful Paterson wasn’t here to see you like this.

You wish that stupid Snapchat memory hadn’t popped up, of you and your best friend. You regretted not deleting the photos, but you couldn’t just let them go like that. With snot running down your face, you reached for the tissue box you had on your nightstand, only to find it was empty. Great.

You wiped your nose on your shirt, you were going to change it eventually anyway. Your shaky hand held your phone, tapping back onto Snapchat. It was magnetic almost, you clicked on the memories once more. You felt stupid, you felt as though your grief should be over and done with after a year. Why couldn’t you let go?

You clutched your phone to your chest as if it was to hug them one last time. You let out a heavy sob, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. It was as though you couldn’t get enough air, and you swore that if anyone was in the house they’d hear your wailing. You would have given anything to go back and see your friend one last time. To hear their laugh, watch them smile as you told a stupid joke, no matter how bad it was. They were one of your biggest support systems, aside from Paterson.

At the funeral, you practically wanted to jump in the grave with them. The tears streaming down your face as you watched them lowered in. You didn’t recover from the sight of that for a while, and seeing the video of you two dancing around only reopened the wound.

You were startled when you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. He was holding a brand new tissue box, moving slowly toward the bed, sitting on the edge, and setting the box in front of you.

“I brought you some tissues.”

His words were spoken simply, eyes sympathetic at the sight of you. You quickly moved to wipe the snot from your nose with one of the tissues, and another for the tears. Your eyes were puffy and red, lips in a pout.

You felt his thumb wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, your eyes meeting his. You let out a hiccup, adjusting your blanket to hold you tighter. You felt stupid, sitting in front of him looking like a mess. Your thoughts crashed into you like the ocean, everything coming at your head at once. Pat had only really ever seen you like this a few times, most of the time he happened to be at work while you had a breakdown.

You would cover up your sadness really well because you never wanted him to feel bad for you. You had no idea why you did this, as Paterson was willing to be there every second with you. You both sat there in silence for a few minutes before you spoke out, between soft sobs.

“I miss my best friend,” you whispered. Instantly, you noticed as Pat’s face contorted into the same sadness you were sharing with him. He felt bad, he always wanted you to be okay. He moved the tissue box so that he could get into the bed, right up next to you. His arms moved to bring you into his chest, and you couldn’t hold it back much longer at that point. The dam of tears you had managed to keep back exploded, and unfortunately all over Pat’s chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair, hand reaching into the back of your blanket burrito, stroking your back. Pat held you firmly as if to let you know he wasn’t going to go anywhere. You both sat like this, for an immeasurable amount of time. When you pulled away from his chest, your hand peeked out to pinch at the now damp fabric he was wearing. He pushed your hand away, shaking his head.

“It’s okay, love, it’s just a shirt,” he murmured, pulling you back into his chest. You sniffled, shaking your head a bit. You felt bad for getting his shirt all wet and covered with your snot. He squeezes you tightly into him once again, before speaking out.

“Do you want some food? Or a drink?” Paterson asked, brows furrowed as he looked down at you. You thought about it for a moment before nodding. Pat nodded back at you, gently peeling you from his body.

You watched as he disappeared from the room, waiting a few moments before touching your feet to the floor, slowly following to the kitchen. Paterson turned around, tilting his head when he saw you.

“Why aren’t you waiting for me? You didn’t need to come out here, y’know.”

“I know,” you sighed out, moving to sit on the counter, adjusting your blanket as needed. Paterson moved over to you, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. He placed a cup of water in your hands, watching as you drank it.

“You don’t drink enough water sometimes,” he mentioned as he turned back to the stove. You rolled your eyes slightly, but he was right and you knew it. You drank the liquid, as it was the first thing you had drank all day. You were just too upset to be worried about anything else.

You let out a sigh, setting your glass down. At least there was some substance inside of you now. Pat returned to his spot of being right in front of you, setting his hands on your thighs.

“What’re you making?” You asked, eyebrows raised. He went to the stove, holding up the box of macaroni and cheese. You gave him a soft smile and a small nod of approval.

“It’s some comfort food, and it’s easy and fairly quick to make.”

Paterson poured the macaroni noodles into the pot once the water was boiling, stirring them once, leaving the spoon on a napkin beside the burner. He strode over to you yet again, wrapping his arms around your waist this time. Pat gave you another small smile, pressing a kiss gently to the corner of your lips before dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

Before you knew it, the noodles were ready, and you watched as Pat drained them and stirred in the milk and cheese. He got each of you a bowl, setting them both at the table. He helped you down from the counter, and you left your blanket there, as you would get it later.

You both shared a fairly silent meal, but Paterson knew to give you at least a little space while you ate. He didn’t want to start up any more waterworks. After you had both finished, he picked up your plates in one motion, carrying them to the sink.

He came back, picking you up out of your chair, his hands resting under your thighs.

“Pat, I can walk, I’m not broken,” you grumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders. He shrugged, one hand grabbing your blanket, throwing it over his shoulder, and bringing you back to the bedroom. He set you down gently on your bed, having you lay back while he put your blanket over you. You chuckled softly, he cared about you so much.

Paterson crawled into bed next to you once again, one arm behind his head. You cuddled up right next to him, resting your head on his chest.

“Why don’t you tell me about your friend?” He asked softly, hand stroking your hair. You looked up at Pat, eyes already filling up with tears again.

You both laid there for the rest of the night, you babbling on and off about how much you loved your best friend. Paterson lies there, listening to your soft cries, and every little detail you gave him.

He never let go of you once.

[twoflipstwotwists]

It’s a late afternoon in April, and Sunisa “Suni” Lee is where most people find themselves a year into the pandemic: Home, in a sweatshirt, talking into a webcam. The 18-year-old gymnast is poised to make history at the summer Olympics, but over Zoom, she’s just like any teenager, reflecting on everything she’s balancing behind the scenes.

While training for a wildly unpredictable Games, Lee has been caring for her recently paralyzed father, mourning the deaths of her aunt and uncle from COVID, and recovering from a broken foot that jeopardized her lifelong dream to win gold. Now Lee, whose parents emigrated from Laos, is also fighting to qualify as the first-ever Hmong American Olympic gymnast—all while her community contends with a national surge in anti-Asian violence. “People hate on us for no reason,” Lee says from her parents’ house in St. Paul, Minnesota. “It would be cool to show that we are more than what they say. I don’t know how to explain that...”

Lee’s father inches his wheelchair closer into the Zoom screen, and answers for her. “It would be the greatest accomplishment of any Hmong person in the U.S. ever,” he says. “It will go down in history.”

Before the Tokyo Olympics were postponed in March 2020, Lee’s family was preparing for the trip of a lifetime. Though she hadn’t actually made the team yet, her parents John Lee and Yeev Thoj had no doubts. They bought plane tickets to watch their daughter compete, and planned to celebrate afterward with a trip to Laos to show Lee and her siblings where they grew up. Both John and Yeev are Hmong, an ethnic group made of people primarily from Southeast Asia and areas in China who fought alongside the U.S. in the Vietnam War. After losing most of their land in the war, many Hmong fled to Thailand as refugees. By the late ‘70s and ‘80s, around 90 percent of the refugee population had resettled in the U.S., where there are now 18 Hmong clans, the largest residing in Minneapolis-St. Paul.

Lee describes her community there as “really close.” More than 300 people come to her family’s annual camping trip, and she can’t go to a local Asian store without someone asking after her dad. She has become something of a local celebrity herself. At Hmong events, Lee gets stopped for photos by people who tell her how proud they are. “It’s nice knowing I have them to fall back on,” she says. “The support is amazing.”

But last May, just two months before the Olympic opening ceremony was originally scheduled to take place, Lee’s family and the rest of the Twin Cities Hmong community found themselves thrust into the national conversation over race and policing. Kellie Chauvin, the now ex-wife of Derek Chauvin, the officer who murdered George Floyd, is Hmong American. So is Tou Thao, another officer on the scene who is set to stand trial in August on charges of aiding and abetting second-degree murder and aiding and abetting second-degree manslaughter in connection to Floyd’s murder. As part of the ensuing protests, several nearby Hmong American businesses were vandalized. John says it got “scary” when several homes on their block were broken into.

“I was trying to make the Hmong community more known,” Lee says. “When that happened, I felt like it was a setback.”

Lee’s journey to the Olympics started with a lumpy mattress and a piece of plywood. Her parents were eager to preoccupy their energetic, gymnastics-obsessed seven-year-old, and a balance beam seemed like the perfect distraction. John built a four-foot-long structure from a spare mattress that, to his credit, still stands in their yard today. He also taught Lee, who’s one of six kids, how to do flips on the bed.

By then, Lee had captured the attention of Jess Graba, a coach at Midwest Gymnastics. “It was super raw and she was just a little kid, but she had some talent,” Graba says, remembering when they met. “Her flips were kind of crazy—she had been practicing in her yard—and she clearly had some ability to go upside down without fear.”

In 2016 when she was 14, Lee was named to the U.S. junior national team, and it became clear Graba could be coaching one of the next great American gymnasts. They traveled around the world together for competitions, and by 2018, Lee had won a gold medal on uneven bars at the National Championships. Five-time Olympic medalist Nastia Liukin, Lee’s longtime hero, took notice of the high-flying athlete. “Her abilities as a gymnast, especially her bar routine, are incredible,” Liukin tells ELLE. “But it’s the unparalleled mental strength that she has shown during the most difficult time of her life that make her the person she is.”

Just two days before the 2019 National Championships, John fell from a ladder while trimming a tree. He was paralyzed from the chest down. At the time, Graba thought Lee shouldn’t compete out of concern for her safety: A distracted athlete is a danger to themselves because they are much more likely to lose focus and get injured. It would have been a devastating end to a decade of training, as nationals are like an unofficial pre-qualifier for the Olympic Games. But John remained confident in his daughter’s ability to compete under pressure. Before Lee stepped onto the mat, they FaceTimed and he advised her to clear her mind—and remember to have fun. “She can stay focused when she puts her mind to it,” he says.

As John watched the competition from his hospital bed, beaming with pride, Lee won the silver in all-around competition, nailing one of the hardest bar routines in the world. One month later, at the U.S. World Championships selection camp, she came within four-tenths of a point of beating Simone Biles in the all-around—the closest anyone has come to Biles in years—and landed one step closer to fulfilling her Olympic dream.

In March 2020, Lee was scrolling through Twitter after practice when she saw the news: The Olympics were postponed, for the first time in modern history, due to COVID. Lee wiped tears away with chalky hands as years of carefully laid plans were thrown into limbo. “To have that taken away from us without having any control is very hard,” she says. “I went through a depressed phase, and it was hard to get out of.”

For weeks Lee could do little more than sleep and cry. Her gym was closed for three months— practically an eternity in the unforgiving timeline of an elite gymnast. When it did reopen in June, Lee broke her foot, meaning three more months of downtime. “If you were 100 percent ready for the 2020 Olympics, then you’re spending the year going, ‘Let’s just not get injured. Let’s just not make any mistakes,’” Graba says.

Lee found an unexpected source of comfort in Biles, who went from being her biggest competition to one of her closest friends after they competed in 2019. “She was there for me,” Lee says. During lockdown, they Snapchatted and texted—two of the only people in the world who truly understood the gut-punch of waiting another year for the Games to begin.

Then, as the country continued to face rising COVID rates in summer 2020, Lee’s own family was devastated by the virus. Her aunt and uncle—close family members who babysat her as a kid—both died of COVID less than two weeks apart. Lee’s uncle, a Hmong shaman, had helped heal her hurt foot with hot ginger and other herbal medicines. Like so many others did during the pandemic, Lee said goodbye over Zoom.

As the nation slowly starts to heal, so has Lee. She can now spot small silver linings from the past year, like spending more time with her siblings and driving her dad to doctor’s appointments, which she calls “good for me mentally, because typically I’m never with them.” It has taken months and months to get back to the peak shape she was in pre-pandemic, but now it’s full steam ahead. The U.S. Championships are the first week of June, and the Olympic trials are later that month. Lee says the extra year has strengthened her performance on the uneven bars and made her more consistent overall. “I just didn’t want to see myself fall back,” she says. “I don’t want to disappoint my coaches or my parents.”

Still, a spot on the team isn’t guaranteed. For the first time in history, U.S. women’s gymnastics has only four open spots (down from five at the 2016 Games), one of which will almost definitely go to Biles. At this point, it might be harder for a U.S. gymnast to make the Olympic team than it is to actually win a medal once they’re there.

Unsurprisingly, none of this seems to phase Lee. She is no stranger to finding the best version of herself under intense circumstances—the version that wins medals, defies gravity, and advocates for her community. Before falling asleep at night, she visualizes herself sticking a perfect landing and coming home as the first Hmong American Olympic gymnastics champion. History made.

[redrobin-detective]

Favorite parts of Private Journal

Its my tumblr blog so here’s the parts of my own fic that actually made me lose my shit.

-  DF: I can’t live like this; I’m just going to spend the rest of my miserable half life on this floor.

-  Healing - Can take some hits and recover faster than a normal person. I hit Danny with a lawn chair a few times and he seemed alright after a minute.

-  Stupid Veggie Girl (11:47 pm): You’re seriously going to use your first name for your secret identity?

- Advantages: Danny’s power, Fenton technology (affectionate), the best superhero back-up team ever, most everyone ignores us.

Disadvantages: Danny has no idea how to use his powers, Fenton technology (derogatory), we’re 14 and have no fighting experience, pretty much no support from anyone.

-  I’m just minding my own business and he just flies in like “hey kid, do you mind if I kill and skin you?” and then doesn’t wait for an answer

- Enough bribery money to win me the Mayor’s seat next election Sam- why??? Tucker- idk it happened in a dream once

-  SINCE WHEN DO PICKLES FLY KYLE??

-  Ghostbuster (10:42 am): [Photo: a clipping of billionaire, Vlad Masters from Rich, White Men Magazine as he toasts the camera with a glass of champagne. A curly mustache, an eye patch along with several blacked out teeth have been drawn on with a sharpie.]

-  It has been _0_ days since Danny got his skinny ghost ass beaten to the ground

-  (Video: Phantom has the front camera on while wearing a pink boa, neon green shutter glasses and a Burger King crown. He’s playfully jumping aggressively around the room to the opening of My Chemical Romance’s I’m Not Okay (I Promise).

-  [He’s wincing and trying to poke at his arm and both Sam and Tucker’s arm can be seen trying to slap him away.]

-  Phantom sighs loudly and turns from the portal to look at Sam and Tucker with longing eyes. (just this image of Danny pouting at Tucker and Sam gets me)

-  You (1:47 am): It’s almost 2 am my dude You (1:47 am): Nows not the time for an existential crisis else I’ll finish what that portal started Nearly Dead But Not Quite (1:48 am): yea ok that’s fair gnight

-  (Video: It starts in a corner of Danny’s room. There’s a multi-colored strobe light going off and Carmaladansen is playing loudly in the background. Tucker can be heard snickering slightly and humming under his breath as he gently turns the camera until it’s focused on Phantom lying face down on the floor with a small puddle of unidentifiable liquid underneath him.)

- I won’t post the whole thing but the entirety of Danny being a cryptid on Sam’s YT acct and the ensuing text conversation had me cackling

- @Homie-boy: Fenton what ghost weed did u and phantom smoke and where can i get sum?

- (Snapchat Video: Sam has the front camera on, facing herself as she rolls her eyes. Her face is mostly cut off, the video instead focuses on Danny and Tucker in the background. Danny’s eyes are glowing a neon green and he’s gripping Tucker’s arms tightly and in the midst of an aggressive pat down. Text reads, Tucker wasn’t paying attention and almost wandered into traffic so Danny’s going to fuss over him for the next eternity.)

-  Going Dead (10:13 pm): I do not control The Jazz

-  > Spectraldaisy69 @dousedinhorror • February 9 Isn’t he like dead? Does the dead cancel out the gay?

-  Casper High King @dashing_baxter • April 7 Asked if he was looking for a sidekick. Said over ‘his dead body’ but he’s already dead so I think I’m in!!!!!!

-  O Danny Boi (3:06 pm): Everything in my life is bad

-  Val the Ghost Slayer (3:08 pm): Then what the heck were they doing in there? You (3:09 pm): Knife monopoly (that whole make out closet part just sent me)

-  Ghost boy lays in streets for 15 min and cries??

- [Danny is floating face down in the pool behind him, unmoving. Text reads, the Team taking a well deserved break after an exhausting summer.] @Shadesofgrey commented: omg is Danny ok????

-  Jazz your bro looks like he’s gonna tear out that one percenter’s throat

-  >Mayor Vlad Masters @amityparkmayor • September 13 DANIEL YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT IS NOT THE CASE. I AM REPORTING THIS DISRESPECT TO YOUR MOTHER POST HASTE.

- >Gentry @cheshirecatchild • September 13 You know @Spaceace04 has a point and the biblical Daniel was a prophet so like...

-  You (12:39 pm): :sleeping emoji: Fruitloop (12:39 pm): DANIEL YOUR HAUNT (for reasons I cant explain I think this is my favorite. Every time I think of Vlad’s VA saying this I almost cry laughing)

- Snapchat video: Danny Phantom and Danny Phantom stand in an alleyway. One is pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The other stares at the camera with confused, suspicious red eyes. Tucker: Whenever you’re ready gentleghosts. The Phantoms look at each other and sigh before pointing at each other. Tucker can be heard giggling. Phantom: Thanks for humoring him, Amorpho now get out of here.)

@JasmineFenton16 commented: I’m afraid I don’t understand, what’s this referencing? @TechMaster replied: Oh you sweet summer child @JasmineFenton16 replied: But it’s fall?

Not direct quotes but just things in general

* Danny repeatedly saying he doesn’t have an obsession and him constantly bring corrected

*  Tucker going the entire damn fic not realizing he’d forgotten to make his private journal entries private until its pointed out near the end. That’s what you get for turning what was intended to be a private journal a sharable document.

* Danny/Vlad being intensely creepy/not human in public and everyone just being like..... alright then

[hqprotectionsquad]

Hello! can I request a hc of Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo and Ushijima’s reaction to their s/o who’s titled as the goddess of volleyball who also won the nationals but unfortunately fainted or fell sick right after the competition. Sorry for my grammar and if the idea is quite weird 😅 Thank you in advance thoo! I hope you have a nice dayy! 💜

Oikawa, Bokuto, and Kuroo reacting to his S/O getting hurt during Nationals

A/N: hi! thanks for your request! i basically took in the request as the s/o’s team is going to nationals or is also going, and then took it from there! so not exactly the same, but slightly more realistic! also i expended all of my energy on the three of them and i don’t have any more brain power to think of ushijima 😭i’m sorry!!!

Oikawa

He’s definitely supportive of you no matter what.

Oikawa shows up to the end of your practices with your favorite snack. (He also eats like half of it before he even gets to you because he just came from his practice.)

“Hey Y/N-chan, I got you your favorite snack!” He says as he holds out the plastic bag to you.“You definitely ate part of it.”“WhaaaaaAAAt no! Why would I ever do that?”

You’re really appreciative of everything he does for you because he is oh so whipped.

Since his team didn’t make it to the spring nationals, he takes his loss in stride. Yes, he’s upset, but it’s nothing he’s not used to. ;-;

He loves the fact that you’re so excited to experience this new thing since it’s your first time going to nationals!

You two have been to Tokyo once as a special date, but to experience it together as a participant and their supporter is really awesome!

Oikawa takes the opportunity to know what it’s like to be an audience member and not on the court. Sure, he has watched games but usually to analyze them. He isn’t saying he won’t but he definitely wants to try to take a step back.

(He also uses this time to eat. I mean, they have so many food stands! He slips away to find a street market and dig in while you’re in practice.)

Your matches go splendidly and you’re more than thrilled when your team earns a place in the finals.

“Y/N! I’m so proud of you!”

But the match isn’t going as well as you had hoped to.

As your team’s libero, you’ve grown accustomed to smacks to the face and hits that hurt your ribs for days.

However, one of the last spikes in the game takes you out of commission as it totally knocks the wind out of you and you can’t get the air into your lungs without the medical team bringing you to their wing.

At that moment, Oikawa wanted to rush the court and help you even though he isn’t experienced like the nurses are. He just felt so helpless, who wouldn’t?

For whatever reason, significant others aren’t allowed in until after the athlete should be okay to go on their own, but it’s Oikawa. C’mon. The man knows how to get through anything and everything that’s in his way.

"Y/N-chan, what did I tell you about taking it easy, now look what you did to yourself.” He scolds you teasingly as you are resting on the nurse’s bed. He whispers a bunch of cute little things to you while your eyes are shut. He knows you can’t hear him, but he says these things anyway.

When you wake up, he leaves so that you have some time with your parents.

And when he comes back, the first thing you do is wrap your arms around him so tight that he forgets to breathe.

“You’re breathtaking.” His eyes flicker at the pun and you smack him a good one. “Ow, Y/N-chan! They should’ve put you back in the game, you’re fine now!”

Bokuto

The two of you are dating long-distance, so although he couldn’t be there for all of your games, Bokuto made sure he sent texts with lots of love before and after each one.

However, he made a trip to your part of Japan and he was there when your last play was the one where it decided you were heading to nationals!

Bokuto was extremely surprised at how amazing you blocked the ball and it went straight to the floor. Your teammates crowded around you and all jumped for victory.

But was he surprised that your team was heading to spring nationals? Of course not! Your team is one of the most hardworking teams out there.

He takes you out to eat after your match, as a good gentleman should.

“I can’t wait to see you in Tokyo next month! You’ll finally see where I live!”

When your team arrives for the spring nationals, Akaashi holds him back from meeting you before you settle in.

“What?! Why can’t I see her once she comes in?”“You’re going to bother her team.” (cue emo Bokuto)“But—” “You’ll see her later.” (cue happy Bokuto)

He finally takes you out on that date he’s planned since months ago. Minus all the ice cream you were going to eat together, so now he’ll have to eat it by himself. (He’s not really complaining.)

When your matches begin, he’s in the crowd as often as he can. He arrives as early as you do, making sure he gets a seat super close so he can take photos. (Yes, Bokuto is aware he’s also competing at nationals. He still does it.)

Bokuto on snapchat: “THAT’S MY GIRL 🥵😭SO GOOD BABY!” (He is definitely that cringy, but I feel like he doesn’t know he’s being cringy.)

The worst thing is that some of your matches coincide with one another, but you make sure to catch up afterwards. It doesn’t bother you as much as it does Bokuto, but you know in an ideal situation, you both would be able to support the other full-time.

What’s even worse is when your team arrives to the semifinals, you’re over for the game because of a rough shot right to your fingers. The nurse talks to you as she tapes your fingers.

“Luckily, nothing is dislocated—”“So I should be good to go back in then?”“You didn’t let me finish. I don’t recommend you going back into the game if you think you’ll continue onto the finals. You have a better chance then because your hands might be semi-healed.”

You return to the court, but on the bench. Head hung, but you’re hopeful for the rest of the game, as you cheer on your teammates.

The game came out close and your team had the upper hand this time around.

“(Y/N)! We heard what happened!” Bokuto rushes up to you after both of your games are finished. Akaashi trails in the background and silently provides his condolences for your fingers. “Are you okay?” Your boyfriend hugs you gently, which could leave one with their mouth open, but he has always made sure that his hugs never hurt you despite his stature.

“I’m okay! I should still be able to play in the finals in two days. How did your match end up?”“Ah, we ended up losing. I’m still recovering from it. Right, Akaashi? Tell (Y/N).”“Yeah, he’s still working on it. Clearly.”

Bokuto and Akaashi are in the crowd for the finals. They originally sat but every time you blocked the ball, Bokuto would raise to his feet and start cheering for you. The people in his section kicked him and Akaashi out for disrupting. Now they’re standing by the railing and Bokuto doesn’t even have to get up because he’s already—you guessed it—standing.

Your team was not the better six this time around, but lucky for you, you have Bokuto and Akaashi to comfort you with hugs (Bokuto), handshakes (Akaashi), and ice cream.

Kuroo

Kuroo's been excited for you and your team since the start.

"I know you guys are going to make it to nationals. Have you seen your team? You all are much more talented than some of the people here.""That's not very nice to say, Tetsurou.""I'm just saying the truth. I'll be at the match."

Kuroo's usually busy, but hearing that he'd be at the match makes your heart squeeze.

You're the outside hitter/wing spiker of your team and you love know that any time you get a shot in, Kuroo's cheering for you in the crowd.

After the match, he’s waiting for you outside of the court with a small bouquet of flowers. (From where he bought those, you have no idea and he has no intention of letting you know.)

“You did amazing, I’m so proud of you,” he says while squishing you in a tight hug. You can’t breathe anymore, but who really cares for necessary human functions?

“Thanks for the love, Tetsurou. Let’s go out to eat!” He has to choose the restaurant because you can’t choose; everything looks good to a hungry athlete!

You two have never been at a tournament together, competing together, so please forgive him when he spends his break with Kenma because he forgot that you had a match.

It's really exciting because Kuroo is the captain of the host representative team and even though it doesn't mean he's the king of the world, he's the king of your world.

To experience Tokyo at this bustling time alongside your lover is beyond words. To have him by your side instead of through a screen is so much better.

Your last match is unfortunately pretty rough. You dug for the ball, just as another girl had. You heard a crunch and you couldn't tell who it came from.

This is the only match Kuroo could attend and he winces in pain seeing the collision on court. He soon realizes that it's you and exits the top floor to come down to the court floor.

You're able to get up after the medic stretches your limbs and it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong from a first glance. They take you in for a full exam.

Kuroo isn't ready to freak out, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't suppressing any feelings. He needs to be strong for you. He plays games on his phone to distract himself, sends a few texts to the team to let them know he'll be late to dinner.

You come out with a smile that grows wider seeing him. "You were here the whole time?"

"Of course." Don't mind him, he's crying on the inside because he feels like he's so lucky to have someone who is actually sunshine. "You were amazing out there, and I don't want to hear anything about your cute ass complaining you didn't do good enough."

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the 1 - V (Jihyun Kim)

So I haven’t actually done V’s route (I have done the secret endings though) and I haven’t been spoiled much for it either so get ready for your character to be very unaware of what’s happening. Vague spoilers for like stuff about Rika?

Summary: you and V had been pretty close in high school, but you haven’t seen him since he got with Rika. You meet up with him a year after Rika passes, promising to help heal his wounds.

You had known Jihyun, V as he goes by now, since elementary school; he was your first-grade crush. The two of you started to become close when you were in the same classes in high school; a friend group had formed that included the two of you.

Jihyun was the kind of guy you wanted to take home to your parents. He was always polite (he never swore, even when he did poorly on a test or your friends did), extremely smart, and he spent a lot of his free weekends going to church and volunteering. Somehow nobody realized just how much of a catch he was. You set up a few of your friends with him; much to your dismay, it never worked out.

You had never even considered dating him. In retrospect, you had a very unusual relationship. When you’d volunteer together, you’d often go on impromptu trips to get lunch together or maybe ice cream. When the friend group bailed on plans you still went over his house to hang out with him; your parents had gone to school with his so they were particularly fond of you. Maybe from an outside perspective it looked like you two were dating, or “talking” at least, but you had never considered it that way. It was ironic to you looking back that you had set him up with every eligible person you knew back in high school that met the high standards you set for him... except yourself.

Not that it mattered. Because then he met Rika and started spending most of his time with her. They’d volunteer together; he’d drive her home. The days of getting ice cream were long gone. He’d still hang out with you though! Group hangouts were fewer and farther in between, and he even brought Rika to one of them, but you still enjoyed playing games with him during game night and seeing his family again.

You didn’t dislike Rika, no. He seemed to be happy with her. Admittedly, you were kicking yourself that you didn’t set him up with her in the first place; but honestly you had never considered Rika. You had only seen her a few times at volunteering events before her and Jihyun started seeing each other. She seemed nice enough, but more outgoing than anyone you had set him up with in the past.

As you got older, it was more difficult to keep in touch. What used to be messaging each other every other day became random late-night conversations once every three months or so or random snapchat messages. And then Rika died. For a while he stopped replying altogether. After six months he finally let you back into his life; you made small talk. You’d talk about the sky or the newest photo of his that was auctioned off for a fortune and how you had never expected him to take that route. Heck, he planned on going to college to major in mathematics. You still didn’t message often, but you made sure to bring back the late-night conversations. This time once a month to check in on him.

Then eventually he invited you to lunch. You hadn’t seen him in years. You looked so different from your past self; how had he changed? Remember, you scolded yourself, he’s lost the love of his life. The conversation might be... challenging.

You tried not to dress too nice, you wanted to be casual and look as though you weren’t trying as hard as you were. You planned to meet at one of the lunch spots you used to go to, opting to sit outside. You were surprised when you saw him with a cane, though, standing up to greet you.

“Jihyun! It’s been too long,” you smiled, taking your seat across from him. “You haven’t changed one bit.”

He stared at you, assumedly taking you in, although you couldn’t tell behind his sunglasses. “You’ve changed your hairstyle. Altogether still the same though,” he grinned.

“What’s the cane for, if you don’t mind me asking? Did you hurt your leg or something?” But then why didn’t he use it when he stood to greet you? Maybe it was just when he walked. It was odd to see him with such a thing.

“Oh! Ah-“ he toyed with the cane, “I had an accident a while back.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry, I hadn’t heard. Are you alright? Like, you’re recovering, right?” After everything that happened with Rika, he hadn’t deserved this.

“Uhm, something like that. Can we talk about something else?” He whispered, his cheeks flushing at the attention brought to his injury.

You agreed and changed the subject, focusing on a good memory. Asking about if he remembered when you had that one elaborate Christmas party. You were over the moon with meeting Jumin Han, but Jihyun wasn’t phased at all. It was just so unreal for you that you had to make sure it even actually happened.

“Oh that happened. Jumin and I are still good friends. We work in the RFA together,” he smiled, thinking fondly of his friend.

“RFA...?” You asked. You felt out of the loop.

“Oh! Rika set it up,” he paused for a minute, likely composing himself, “we planned parties to raise money for different organizations.”

“I’m sure it was lovely.” You didn’t really know how to handle Rika talk. It made you feel... weird.

He must have sensed so, because he went back to the topic at hand. “Yes, but, I remember it was so funny because you were so flustered by Jumin. I kinda thought you had a thing for him.”

“Agh, no!” You laughed. “He was definitely not my type.”

“He seemed to be-“

“He wasn’t, Jihyun.” The two of you were laughing at this point, getting strange looks from people at the other tables.

“Do you want to hang out at my apartment? We’re causing quite a scene. You don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You added, not wanting to peer pressure him in any sort of way.

“Sure, that sounds nice. But... before we go, I have something I need to tell you,” he paused. You could tell by his face he was clouded by his thoughts. “You’re gonna find out anyway.” He said, seeming to rationalize the decision to himself.

“I’m losing my vision. That’s why I have the cane. I can’t drive anymore or anything like that.”

It made more sense now. He had seemed a bit different. “Okay,” you said cautiously. “Well I’ll just drive you then.” You wanted to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. You were sure he was self-conscious of it.

The two of you stood to leave, and poor Jihyun crashed into the doorway. You gently took his arm in your own to help him lead the way. This felt so natural, walking arm and arm down the street. There was nothing you could do about your relationship with him; it was selfish for even fantasizing these things after what happened to Rika. But you didn’t want to stop thinking about it. It would never work in real life, but it played out well in your head.

The drive was silent for a while until you could no longer hold your tongue, asking the question you had been dying to get out. “Can you get it fixed? Your eyesight I mean.”

“I could but... I don’t know.” He stared out the window. “I wonder if I was meant to live like this.”

“Why would you think that? It was an accident, Jihyun. Not a divine act. An accident. Unintentional. You should fix it. What about your photography? You’re so talented and your photos help so many people.”

“You have a point. I’ve been taking lots of photos before I lose my sight entirely, so I should have a surplus to go off of for a few years,” he explained, his voice careful as always.

“But why do you want to coast? You’ve always been a perfectionist; working hard to have perfect grades, a perfect relationship with your family, volunteering. Why are you settling now?”

“Because it wasn’t an accident,” his voice raised. “Not really. I deserve it.”

You parked your car at the apartment, silently getting out and grabbing his door for him, taking his arm to help him up the stairs. Neither of you talked as you let his words fill the air and cloud your thoughts.

Finally, once you let the both of you into the apartment and shut the door, you spoke. “I’d like to know what happened.”

“I...” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Rika...”

You pulled him into a hug. When was the last time you hugged? Probably not since your graduation ceremony. It was familiar. Him. His cologne. That had never changed. You felt comforted. He dropped his cane and wrapped his arms around you too, dropping his head to your shoulder. “You don’t need to say anything more,” you reassured him. He sighed, melting into your embrace. You hadn’t realized you were crying.

There was something off about her. It wasn’t fair. If you had made a move before he started spending time with her... no. You wouldn’t let yourself think about the what if’s. He needed you here. Now.

“Have you ever thought about... maybe if one thing had been different...” he whispered. You could feel tears slowly saturating your sleeve. You nodded.

“Always. But I’m here now. Let’s think about now. You don’t have to fix your eyes. You don’t have to love me or kiss me or anything. Just let me be here for you Jihyun. Please. I know you’re hurting and it’s been how long? A year now? And you’ve been hurting alone. Please let me help you.”

He squeezed you tighter. He didn’t have to say anything. His actions told you everything.

“I can’t take on your pain. But maybe I can help you face it. Just let me in,” your voice waivered. You were begging him.

Maybe he wasn’t the one. Maybe you had missed your chance with him. It had been fun to fantasize, but he needed you now. No relationship, no false pretenses, just you... here for him. And you would do everything in your power to help.