First, Let Me Take A Selfie (Itachi x reader)

You're bored. You're more bored than you've ever been. It's not really your fault though. The universe is the one to blame...as well as your math teacher. He gave your class WAY too much homework for that night. And to be honest, you would have to be God to to get it all finished before two o'clock in the morning. You've got your ear buds in blasting your favorite music as you stare at the question before you, eyebrows pinched, bright laptop screen hurting your eyes, and pencil tapping to the beat of your music. Let's not forget the bag of tortilla chips to your left. You reach over and stick a chip in your mouth, crunching loudly as you type your answer.

If only Itachi was here. He would help you get through it so fast, you would definitely be finished with your homework before midnight. Well, you could call his little brother Sasuke, but the kid's kind of a creep. You swear, you see him following you wherever you go. Yeah. Not gonna go there.

Just as you are thinking about your favorite Uchiha, your phone signals that you have received a message. You absentmindedly reached over and grab it, looking at the message. You smile. Itachi has texted you.

You and Itachi have been dating for a year, and it all started at the homecoming dance. You're roughly a year younger than he is, and the moment you two laid eyes on each other, that's when it all clicked. He's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. His lips, eyelashes, and skin are so perfect, and his eyes are just simply gorgeous. He would often say you're beautiful everyday. Be wouldn't say you were hot, even though you are, because he says only a child would say such a thing to a gorgeous woman like yourself.

That's all his words. Not yours.

But now he's in college, and he will either call you or text you before you go to bed, saying things like, "Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams. I love you."

Yes, its cheesy. It's corny. But its so sweet! He is far more mature than the idiots that hit on you every day at school.

You read over his message again. "Hey, gorgeous. Are you asleep yet?"

You reply, "No. My stupid math homework is keeping me up. Only Pain knows how long it's going to take."

"Do you need help?"

"Yes please."

"...Have you heard that annoying song?"

"Which one?"

"The one that says 'selfie?'"

"Yeah why?"

"...I hate it."

You smile. "Don't know what a selfie is, Uchiha?"

"Yes I do."

"Bet not. I can take a better selfie than you"

"Oh really?"

Your devilish smile grows as you take a picture of yourself, your evil homework monster behind you, looking at the camera with the dorkiest of selfie faces. You press send. A little while later he replies.

"You really are the most beautiful thing alive..."

You internally squeal.

"...But that's nothing"

You blink as you read the last sentence. You frown.

"Can you help me with my trig homework now?"

"Sure. But first, let me take a selfie"

Huh? Someone must have stole his phone.

Next pops up the most beautiful picture you have ever seen. His perfect black eyes are staring up right at the camera as his long hair is free of its ponytail. Some hair hangs loosely in front of his face, and he's wearing black jeans with an open red plaid shirt cuffed at the elbows. One of the best things about the photo, not his slightly wet hair, or the mischievous tint in his eye, but the fact he wore nothing underneath his shirt, leaving his well toned chest exposed and ready for an audience.

Your jaw drops. There is no way you'll be able to focus on your math homework tonight