#its also maybe the only coffee drink ever that i actually like

[dragonastra]

Who do I have to kill and or bribe for the Einsteins Bagel recipe for their cold brew chocolate milkshake

#driveling dragon #its divine #its also maybe the only coffee drink ever that i actually like #i think the frappe at the new local place might also be good #i have to try it again cuz i forgor

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Quand Tu Voudras

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: ~7.2k

TW: kissing, angst, blood, burns, cuts, bruises, arguments, crying, depression, mention of EDs, panicking, explosions, drinking, self-image issues, mentions of addiction, mentions of drug use, mentions of Maeve

A/N: Third and Final Part babyyyyyy let's GO. I'm actually excited to watch each part get its own vibes, but also be a cohesive story. I really hope you all enjoy it! Thank y'all for doing me on this crazy journey!

Dedicated to New Lovers , You're Keeping Me Down

“If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.” ~Orson Welles

It was the most beautiful you had ever looked. 

Shopping for a wedding dress was one of the most terrifying experiences you had ever lived through, and you had been shot multiple times. 

But being surrounded by your closest friends and family members as you tried on dress after dress kept you going. 

You finally found the perfect one in a small shop outside of the DC area, hidden in a little suburb where life wasn’t as rushed as it felt. 

You tried on only three dresses at this little boutique. The second was almost perfect, and you were about to “say yes to the dress,” but someone was reorganizing the front rack, and that’s when the one you were currently wearing appeared, sent by the higher powers. 

It fits you perfectly. 

You started to cry when you saw yourself in the mirror, which caused Garcia to start crying, which caused Emily and JJ to cry, and the rest of your family quickly followed. 

So it was only natural that staring at yourself in the mirror right now made you tear up again. 

“Oh, Babe, no.” Emily was quick to fan your eyes as you tilted your head back, letting the tears melt back into your eyes. 

“I can’t help it.” You grumbled, eyes wide as you tried calming your breathing slowly. “It’s just so pretty…” 

“I know, I know. My money is on Derek crying first.” 

“Oh, please. We all know Rossi won’t stop crying the second he takes his seat.”

You had decided that the only people you wanted at the ceremony were close friends and family. That meant the team, their little ones, and each of your parents. Small. Peaceful. Intimate.

Derek was over the moon when you asked him to officiate your wedding, wanting him to be there for you in every way since that’s always been his role. 

You had taken him out for coffee under the very real guise that wedding planning made you want to rip your head off and chuck it out to sea. 

“Okay, baby girl, talk to me.” 

The ice was melting in the cup from the warmth of your hands, making your hands wet with the condensation, hiding the sweat from your nerves. 

“Do you know how much flowers cost?” 

Derek chuckled and shook his head. “No. I don’t think I do.”

“The government doesn’t pay me enough for the amount of flowers I want at my reception.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have picked the Peabody Library as your reception location.”

“In my defense.” You furrowed your brows. “You were with us when we toured it. It’s perfect, Derek. Don’t tell me it’s not.” 

“No, it’s perfect; I just don’t understand why you need that many flowers.”

“Sometimes, I feel like you don’t even know me, Derek Morgan.” 

“He’s going to cry first.” Emily smiled, lightly dabbing under your eyes with some of your powder foundation to show that you weren’t almost crying. 

“I will buy you a whole bottle of Möet that Rossi will cry first.” 

As JJ entered the room, you and Emily shook hands, giggling like school girls. “Almost ready?” 

You nodded, glancing over at yourself in the mirror. 

Honestly, you had never thought this day would come. Your wedding day. After everything you had been through, all of the heartbreak, all of the confusion, all of the traveling and running away. Everything you could possibly think of going wrong just went wrong. Suddenly, the flowers weren’t delivered, and then no one showed up to the reception, and then you were left at the altar, abandoned and unloveable again. You couldn’t breathe; your chest was seizing. It was too tight. There wasn’t enough fresh air in the room. Your heartbeat was too loud, and you couldn’t look away from yourself in the mirror. This wasn’t real; Everything bad happening was in your head. 

Or maybe it was an awful dream, and you need to wake up before it gets too far and your heart gets shattered again. 

JJ whispered your name, reaching out for you, sending a shock of electricity through your arm when she touched it. 

You jumped. 

“I want to talk to him.” You blurted out, looking over at JJ. “I–I need to talk to him.” 

“You said yes.” 

You nodded, staring down at your wine glass, pondering if it was the right decision. Emily was wondering the same thing. 

“I don’t know if it’s the best idea for you to go back to—”

“It is.” You cut her off, not harshly, just firmly. “I haven’t been the same since I left the BAU, and I left for perfectly valid reasons, Em, I know. But….”

“But?” 

“But I miss it. Don’t you? It flexes my muscles in ways I couldn’t replicate, and I was so good at it. I felt smart and useful and not lost, wandering the islands of Greece.”

If you didn’t know her so well, Emily’s fake gasp could have easily been mistaken for a real one. “We had a fantastic time, and you know it.” 

“Yes, but I also know that I was feeling so unfulfilled intellectually that I went off and got a Ph.D. Like, come on, I never wanted a PhD before I left; I just didn’t know how to challenge myself.”

“That is fair. I just think you need to consider the fact that you’d be working with you know who.”

“You can say his name, Emily. He’s not some dark lord; he’s just an idiot with an IQ of 187.” 

“Yeah, Yeah, look. I have to go, but we are not done with this conversation, okay? I’ll need a full PowerPoint presentation with all the pros and the cons.” 

“Yes, ma’am, I can do that. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

You heard the click of her line going dead before there was a knock on your door. You quickly pressed play on your movie, letting one of your favorite rom-coms (When Harry Met Sally) play in the background as you scrounged around for where you had left your wallet. 

Clad in an oversized shirt you’ve had forever, plaid pajama shorts that were once part of a Christmas set, and your comfiest fuzzy socks, you slid over to the door once you had found your wallet. 

You opened the door. “How much…”

His eyes met yours, and you took a small step back. 

“You are not the pizza guy.” 

“No. I’m not.” 

His answer caused you to laugh a little bit, filling his chest with a warmth he hadn’t felt in over two years. 

“Can I–” He gestured into your house, and you moved to the side, allowing him to enter. 

“I, um….” You bit your lip and eyed him up and down. “As long as you’re okay with When Harry Met Sally playing in the background.”

“Time for the annual rewatch.” He smiled at you nervously, but a very small part of yourself enjoyed the fact that he remembered. 

You headed back towards the couch, casually trying to clean up as you went to give the impression that you were cleaner than you were. 

“Shoes off before you get to the couch.” You called over your shoulder. 

The door closed behind Spencer with a soft click. 

“Honey, you said you don’t want a first look.”

“We don’t have to look at each other—I don’t know, like a corner or something. I just..I-I-I.” 

JJ watched as your panic started to bubble over, and she took your hands in hers. “Want to call him first?” 

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, let’s try that.” 

JJ handed you your phone off the vanity, watching as you dialed the number, panicking even more when it wouldn’t connect—there was no service. 

Spencer had asked you to play chess with him that night, and you obliged. Something about falling into an old routine felt good; it felt right. A movie you chose in the background while playing chess against Spencer. Some things were always meant to be. The night was filled with laughs, small talk, and contentment–life feeling like it should. 

A familiarity shrouded you both, mocking the comfort you once used to feel.

When you won, he was a bit baffled. You had only beaten him a few times, and he was focusing on all of the outcomes. How could he not notice—

“You can’t win every game, Spence.” 

His heart lodged in his throat at the nickname, and he looked up at you, that goofy half smile on his lips. 

Lovestruck. He looked lovestruck. 

And then you exhaled. “We can’t avoid it forever. I know that’s why you came here in the first place.” 

He blinked away the love, replacing it with guilt, hurt, fragments of something you both had grieved in your own time. 

“Y-yeah. Let’s um, let’s talk about…”

You redialled the number only to be met with the same beeping as before, eyes wide as you looked at JJ. “There’s no service. JJ, I can’t–he won’t…” 

Emily handed you her phone–it was ringing, thank god. 

“Hey Emily, is everything okay?” 

“It’s me.” You said simply, but the wobble in your voice said everything he needed to hear.

“oh–Honey, talk to me. What’s going on? What’s wrong?” 

“I-I…” You swallowed your tears and looked over at your two friends—you gestured slightly, silently asking them to leave the room so you could talk to your future husband alone. They obliged, letting the door close. It was nice of them to pretend like they weren’t running over to see if they could eavesdrop from his room, but they were just met with Derek in the hall, who had also been booted out. 

“Is she okay?” 

Emily shook her head. “No idea. She was fine one moment, and she was about to burst the next. Like a complete shift of personality.” 

Derek sighed. “I’ve never seen him switch so quickly either. He was all nervous one minute, but the second he heard her voice….he almost sounded like Hotch doing damage control.” 

JJ laughed slightly at that, glancing back at the door hiding you behind it. 

“Do you think she’ll go through with it?” Derek whispered slowly, making sure no one was around to hear him. 

Emily fidgeted with the bracelet on her wrist. “She’s terrified he’s not going to.” 

“Look, Spence, I get it. Shit happens. But you don’t know what it was like, coming home one day and you were laughing with someone else. You hadn’t laughed for months, almost a year, before then.”

“I know. I’m so–”

“Say sorry one more fucking time. Sorry isn’t explaining…or talking to me. I know you have trouble expressing whatever bullshit is going on in your head, but you have to try. It’s me, for fucks sake, Spence, And while I am willing to wait, I can only be so patient for so long with no actual explanation—” 

“I was terrified of you.”

“What…” 

Spencer stood up, pacing back and forth in front of your coffee table, trying to find the right words. “You were so far gone when Em died, and you had sunk into this pit of despair, and I was scared of watching you push down this path, destructive and–and; I didn’t know who you were, and I was so scared to watch you go down this path so I turned away instead.” 

“Spencer, you ran to JJ. You just left me here, alone. And then, when she comes back, you fucking threaten the fact that you were having Dilaudid cravings?”

“I think he’s even more mortified that she will back out on him. He knows everything she’s gone through. I mean–I love her, but she’s got major commitment issues.” 

JJ slapped his arm and glared at him. “And for good reason, Derek.” 

Derek grumbled an ‘ow,’ rubbing at his arm. “I’m not saying it wasn’t justified–I completely side with her on it--I’m just pointing out what we already know.” 

Spencer closed his eyes. “I don’t love you anymore.” 

Your heart leaped into your throat, or maybe it was vomit, you weren’t sure, but all you could do was stare at him from across the kitchen countertop. 

“Since this was my place first, uh…I can give you a couple of weeks to find a place, and I’ll even sleep on the couch…”

You hadn’t even spoken yet, shaking your head. “Stop. Spencer. What.” 

Your head was pounding, hands gripping onto the counter to try and steady yourself.”

“Sorry.” He whispered. He couldn’t even look at you. He was just staring at his hands, almost unsure about what he was saying. 

“Sorry?” You laughed, tears starting to track down your cheeks. “Spencer, this has to be a sick fucking joke..” 

He shook his head. 

Behind the door, You were just pacing back and forth, listening to his voice, trying to erase this memory from your mind and find a new one to replace it, barely listening to the man on the other end of the line. 

“Hey, listen to me. It’s going to be okay. If you want to call the whole thing off, everyone will understand. If it’s not right—.” 

“No.” You responded immediately. “I–I, I want to do this, I want to marry you…just…”

“You just needed some reassurance. I know.”

You nodded, not realizing he couldn’t hear you nod, but somehow, it felt like he did. 

“I love you.” 

You smiled, exhaling shakily. “Good.” 

His laugh bubbled through his lips, causing you to take another breath.

“I’ll see you out there?” 

“Can you just stay on the phone for another minute or so? I just need, like—”

You could hear him nod over the phone. “Anything you want.”

Somehow, you were back in that fucking elevator. Again. 

But this time, it felt like a homecoming rather than a curse you were trying to break. 

When the doors opened, you saw your family leaving little presents on your desk—flowers, balloons, chocolate, even cupcakes from your favorite bakery. They were all so busy setting it up that they didn’t notice as you walked up behind them, peering over their shoulders. 

“Looks good, guys.” 

“You think—” Derek did a double take and clutched his chest. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

You laughed and smiled at him, dropping your bag onto your chair. “It looks wonderful. You guys didn’t have to do anything for me–”

“Actually, we did. How could we not? I mean! She’s home! She’s back solving crimes in sexy-looking outfits!” Garcia wrapped her arm around your shoulders, resting her head on yours. 

“I love it, guys, thank you.” 

JJ briskly walked past you all, giving you a brief smile, almost running up the stairs and into Hotch’s office. 

“Well, looks like you’re getting thrown right back into it.” Derek sighed. 

Hotch came out of his office and smiled at you before nodding at the others. “Wheels up in forty, everyone. I’ll brief you all on the plane.” 

“Good.” 

“Just breathe y/n. Okay? I’ll be the one at the end of the altar with the incredibly well-tailored suit and those flowers you like so much pinned to my chest.”

“You’re gonna cry.” You whispered jokingly, taking in a deeper breath than before. “I look so good in this dress. I actually was crying about it before I made Emily call you.” 

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”

Derek knocked on your door, leaning his ear up against it, trying to hear what you were saying. He called out your name, and after about a minute, you told him it was unlocked. 

“Can I come in?”

“If you want Derek, it is entirely up to you.” 

He opened the door, tears welling up the second he saw you. 

Hearing him enter, you faced him, smiling softly at him. 

All Derek could do was take you in for a second, unable to really think of what he was about to tell you. This felt a bit ridiculous since he was there when you picked out the dress, but watching you now, ready to actually wear it for its intended purpose, was a whole different ball game. 

“You look…..”

“Right.” You whispered, walking over and squeezing his hand. “I’m ready. Let’s do this thing before shit goes south.”

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“Y/n, You are the love of my life, and I could give you an eternal list of every single moment of my life where I felt nothing but complete and utter adoration for you. But then last week, you picked the movie you thought we should watch: a nineties rom-com, obviously, with big romantic gestures and a heroine who doesn’t need to be tamed. And those two inspired me to give you instead a list of the ten things I hate about you.” 

Spencer had gotten a good look at you for the first time in a long time. He had already felt guilty about the fact that he had Maeve and that you had broken up. But what he had failed to realize was the same thing Derek had–You were someone entirely different, a ghost of yourself. The guilt was gnawing through his stomach when he told Hotch what was going on, and he had begged Hotch to let you sit out, trying to save you from this, but clearly, Spencer couldn’t do anything right for you anymore. He hadn’t been able to in a very long time. Hotch had cleared his throat while Spencer shook his head. “I-I tried Hotch, I really didn’t want…”

He just nodded at Spencer. “I know, Reid, but you must have known there was no way this conversation would go any better than that.” 

Reid just nodded and stood up, going out into the bullpen, not missing the way all of their eyes snapped to him as Penelope dumped her broken mug into the trash. 

Before anyone could say anything, Hotch walked out of his office and looked at everyone. “As you all could have guessed, Agent Y/L/N will not be joining us on this case. I expect everyone in the conference room in ten.” with that, Hotch walked past Reid and down the stairs toward where he had assumed you had run off to. 

Reid just returned to his desk, sitting and staring at your now empty desk. Hotch had fulfilled your request, letting you move across the bullpen so you didn’t have to sit next to him anymore. 

Some part of the thought that you couldn’t even look at him anymore caused his gut to lurch, causing his hearing to burst for a moment. Maybe this was too fucked up. Perhaps he had been wrong. He thought he was doing the right thing by letting you go, not weighing you down with all his own bullshit, but he realized he had failed to pay attention. 

Spencer thought long and hard, trying to piece together everything he had thought about in the past couple of months when it came to you, and that’s when he realized it was every day. He thought about you every day. 

But he had ignored you. He had failed to notice as you crumbled to nothing in front of him. 

“Number ten is that I hate the way you fold laundry. It’s incredible how you manage to fold every single item in a completely different manner. It baffles me. One of the great mysteries in this world that we might never have the answer to.” 

“So you two spoke?”

You held up your finger as you finished the prosecco in your glass. Once you finished, casually, you picked up the bottle and poured yourself a second glass, only beginning to speak when the glass had been filled to your liking. 

“He came over to my apartment, Derek. I had already opened the door, and what was I going to say—”

“How about no?”

“It’s rude to interrupt Derek Morgan.” Penelope elbowed him and took a sip from her own glass. “But he’s right, Y/n. You could have said no and slammed the door in his face.” 

“But that’s not who I am. You know I’m a sucker for closure. You know I wanted to talk to him anyway. I just wasn’t expecting the discussion that ended up happening….”

Derek raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Do tell Princess.”

You shrugged and took another sip. “We talked about Maeve.”  

The looks you received were exactly what you had expected, only because it was how you felt about the conversation. 

“Number nine. I hate how you pick out what we will watch each week. You just skim through every single title on every platform until the one with the right ‘energy’ calls out to you. And they’re never the same. You manage to match a film to the night perfectly, and I hate how well you can pinpoint that about me. 

“Eight. I hate the way you drive. You manage to be the safest and most dangerous person on the road. There’s nothing more to that one. You terrify me.” 

“I cannot believe you, Spencer Reid. You have the audacity to come to my house, lose at chess, and then accuse me of being the reason our relationship ended!?”

“That’s not what I said.” His voice was desperate. “I’m not blaming anyone but myself, okay? I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I just—You were so–”

“I was so what, Spencer. What about me was just soooo fucking terrifying to you that you decided you didn’t want to propose to me anymore.” 

“That’s not fair.” 

Your jaw dropped. “You’re fucked in the head if you think the part that isn’t fair is me calling you out on that.” 

Spencer paced around, running his hands through his hair. He was going to wear a path in your carpet the way he was pacing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. 

“Seven. I hate how captivating you are. Whenever you tell a story, there’s no use in getting any work done because all anyone can do is wait for the story to be finished. If there’s no ending–I’ve watched Morgan sulk at his desk until you returned from a meeting because you were running late and didn’t wrap up the end of the story for him. Something about the way you speak, the way you capture people’s attention, is one of the most dangerous weapons I’ve ever seen on the planet. 

“I hate—oh, sorry–Number six.” He smiled at you and squeezed your head. You were shaking slightly as you rapidly blinked away tears, trying to inhale and exhale through your nose. It wasn’t working. Every word this man said made you one second closer to jumping onto him and kissing him senseless. “I hate how smart you are. It’s ridiculous. You can argue so beautifully and eloquently that it makes anyone arguing against you look like a fucking idiot. You speak four fucking languages, making you invincible and even more aggravating since you’ve decided to start learning a fifth one. You have started to beat me every other game in chess, which is actually humiliating for me, and I can’t figure out how you’re doing it. You read everything under the sun and still manage to have a life, friends, and family. I don’t know anyone in the world who could compare to your intellect.”

“Five. I hate how you steal my chocolate-covered pretzels. I bought you a whole fucking cabinet’s worth, and somehow, mine still got eaten.” 

You watched him give you a bit of a stink eye for that one, causing you to kiss his hand lightly. “My apologies.”

“You don’t mean it, and you know it.” He grumbled, flipping his page so that he could keep reading. 

“I hate how beautiful you are. It’s distracting. I can’t work near you anymore because all I want to do is daydream about you. I want to watch you smile for the rest of my life if I can help it.” 

“Three. I hate how much you care. It terrifies me how much you care about other people. I have seen you at your best and your worst moments.” You squeezed his hand in reassurance. “I have seen the worst outcomes of cases we could ever imagine, or the best, and yet you put the same amount of effort and care into all of them. It’s infuriating because you put your life on the line constantly to be able to give people a chance, whether that be to save them from others or to save them from themselves. You are the most considerate person in the world, even to those who might not deserve it.” 

This was not a good case. 

It was never a ‘good case,’ but this one just sucked the absolute life out of you. You had been back for only a month, and it was going too well. You were on top of your game. You were better than ever—but you knew the other shoe would drop.

And it did. 

You were never a big fan of getting shot at, but you would prefer that rather than have to escape a burning building. It was one of your biggest fears, and here it was, being realized. 

You had managed to crawl down to the first floor before everything started to go black. He had sealed the windows. He had sprinkled broken glass along the stairs, causing you to rip open your legs and hands as you slid down the stairs. The more significant shards of glass shredding the back of your pants. It was fucking painful. But you had managed to make it to the kitchen. 

That’s when you saw the firefighters bursting through doors, trying to contain the fire surrounding you. You could feel the burn on your skin as they pulled you out of the building, blood dripping down your legs and hands. 

You must have been one fucked up sight for Hotch to drop everything he was doing and run over to you. But you wished he didn’t because the building behind you exploded. The flames must have hit the gas line, and the house came crashing down. 

You were thrown back from the force, causing you to land on your back. Nothing was broken, nothing was sprained, but adding road rash and hearing loss to your ever-growing list of injuries was not fun. 

Spencer and Hotch, who were shoved to the ground by the blast, scrambled over to you, where you were just lying on the ground, facing the sky, trying to breathe. 

Maybe they were yelling your name or just trying to speak to you, but your head buzzed with the remnants of the explosion. 

You watched as the sky above you filled with smoke and flickered with red hues. At some point, you saw Spencer come into your line of view. He was definitely mouthing your name. 

Just then, like a wave crashing over you again, your hearing came back. Overwhelming could barely describe the feeling of shock running through your body. Your eyes widened as tears sprung to your eyes, your lungs gasping for air, and your mind flooded with adrenaline, with panic. 

“Y/N. Hey. Listen to me. Hey.” Hotch had been trying to get you to sit up. He was going through his own internal panic attack—this scene was a little too close to NYC, to Kate. 

Ambulance sirens blared, and you could hear a beam crash down and spur on the fire—” It hurts. So. Bad.” You finally managed to whisper, still gasping for air. 

Reid wasn’t sure you were even registering that you were sobbing and that tears were racing down your cheeks. 

“Can you sit up?” 

“My hands.” You mumbled. “There-there was glass…so much…” 

You flinched as Hotch yelled for a gurney. 

“I need you to try and sit up, okay?” Spencer was next to you. He was on his hands and knees, slowly trying to gain your attention. There is a gentle touch on the arm here and a brush of your hair out of your eyes. He was just trying to give you peace, a breath amid everything going on.

“Spence.” You whined, flexing your hand, wincing when a tiny shard of glass shifted in your palm, causing even more pain. 

“I know.” He said to you, gently taking your hand and wincing as he saw the microscopic shards scattered across your palm. “I need you to sit up for me.” 

“Please don’t make me get up, Spence.” You whispered. 

Hotch had moved away from the both of you, trying to clear a path so two EMTs could reach you. 

“Once you sit up, I promise you won’t have to do anything else.” 

You closed your eyes and let out a cry. It felt so relieving to just let whatever tension you had left in your body. But the thought of not doing anything sounded even better, so you slowly made your way to a sitting position, leaning against Spencer’s chest as he kissed your head and carefully ran his hand up and down your arm. 

Spencer’s entire body relaxed into yours. He had never been more grateful that you could make it out of that building before…he didn’t want to think about what else would have happened. The two of you had just started talking again. You were hanging out. He would have never forgiven himself if he left things the way they were. 

It felt wrong for him to be grateful at how much you got hurt because all of your limbs were still intact, and you were still conscious, still breathing. But he was thankful as he held you on the pavement, in the middle of the road, while everyone ran around you both. 

You, on the other hand, were not happy to be sitting up. The adrenaline started to wear off, and your body was no longer buzzing. “Spence.” You whispered to him, trying to get his attention. You were nauseous, and the world was spinning. Everything was phasing in, and out of clarity, you could actually feel the earth rotating. 

“Spence.” This time, it was said with more urgency. And it caught his attention. “I need to lie back down.” 

“You can’t—”

“I’m gonna vomit.” 

“Shit shit shit, okay, nausea is usually a sign of a concussion, a really bad one, most likely in the red zone—”

“Spencer, please.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and slumping against him, trying your best to hold down whatever you felt slowly creeping up your throat. 

“I can’t let you lay back down.” He mumbled, turning you in his arms, prepping for whatever would come out. 

Luckily for both of you, the two EMTs and Hotch had made it back over, bucket in hand, because Hotch had told them you most likely had a concussion. And god bless that stupid bucket because it managed to save some of your dignity by not throwing up all over the street. The EMTs had checked you out, flashing that stupid fucking light in your eyes, looking at your hands and doing their best to pull out some of the larger chunks of glass, and then helping to get you onto a gurney, and eventually into an ambulance to be shipped off to the nearest hospital. 

Spencer was the only person you would allow to come with you in the ambulance. 

“Two. I hate how well you know me and can read me like an open book. I have never met someone who knew me in the same way you could. You know things about me before I could even fathom the possibilities. You have been there for me in some of the darkest times of my life, and I would not have survived if it wasn’t for you. You picked me off the ground countless times, more than I could ever repay you for.” 

“And last but not least. I hate how I can’t live without you. I hate that if you’re not in the same room as me, I can’t breathe. I hate how you manage to make my days filled with comfort, support, and love when sometimes I don’t deserve it. I hate when you go away to conferences, and I have to wake up to an empty bed, and the only thing that motivates me is the fact that I know you’ll text me as soon as you’re awake. I hate how you are the last person I want to see at night before I go to sleep. And I hate that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

You were fully crying, tears tracking down your cheeks, as you squeezed his hand tightly. You laughed slightly, trying to wipe away one of the stray tears, but he beat you to it, using his thumb to wipe away your tears gently. 

“Did you just quote When Harry Met Sally at me?” 

He smiled cheekily, handing the paper back to Derek, who put it in his pocket. “What else would I be able to quote at you? It was playing that night…” 

You shook your head, unable to stop the smile across your face. You heard him whisper, “I love you,” but it still made your heart ache. 

“Okay, Doctor Reid. Work your magic.” 

“You make it sound like I’m performing a spell or something. I’m literally just fixing your computer.” 

You snorted and shrugged. “Isn’t it you who always said that physics and magic are basically the same thing.”

“Okay, yes, but—”

“And computer science is a science, right?” 

Spencer just rolled his eyes, realizing he would not win this argument, and began to futz with your desktop. 

It had crashed on you while you were in the middle of a report. At home. In your pajamas. 

This was a practice that was familiar to Spencer. Whenever you were working on something that was not classified or very sensitive information, you had gotten special clearance from Hotch to bring it home. So Spencer has seen you write up preliminary profiles for cases around the country in nothing but your pajamas many times. 

Except he hasn’t seen you in just pajama shorts and a tank top since, well. 

He was supposed to be focusing on the desktop, and that is what he is going to do. 

“I really appreciate you coming over at like 10 pm, Spence. I really do. I’m sure you were busy, so I really appreciate it.”

He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “It was no trouble, really. Besides.” He turned back to the screen with a cheeky grin across his face. “I know how you get when something breaks.” 

Your jaw dropped slightly, and you leaned against the kitchen counter. “Spencer. Are you…flirting with me…”

His face turned slightly red as he quickly faced the computer screen again. “And so what if I am,” he mumbled, focusing on the task at hand. He wasn’t sure how you managed to freeze your computer this badly, but he was determined to work it out. 

You shrugged and checked your phone, looking at the text from Emily that you had chosen to ignore. Maybe she told you not to ask Spencer over. Maybe she had warned against moving too quickly with anything. 

But you were a grown adult, you could make your own choices. You could—

“It’s, uh, it’s all fixed for you.” Spencer had stood up and was nervously fiddling with his hands. He hasn’t been like this towards you since you had both started dating over seven years ago. 

You bit your lip and casually turned your phone on DnD. 

“Thanks, Spence. I really appreciate it.” 

He nodded, doing his best to stop eying you up and down. 

The two of you stood there, unsure of how to continue on with one another. 

The tension was thick, almost like a humidity in the air that covered your skin and ruined your hair, just by stepping into it. 

Spencer eventually broke eye contact and wiped his hands on his pants. “Well, I’m going to uh…Have a good night.” He quickly grabbed his bag from the counter and shut the door behind him. 

Your hands dragged down your face as you sighed and shook your head. Maybe it was for the best that you two just stayed friends. Maybe it was for the best that you two never were in a relationship again. You remembered what happened last time. Maybe you should just finish the report and go to bed. Or maybe you should run after him. It wouldn’t be that embarrassing, considering he was staring back at you, right? 

Who said you didn’t deserve to make a bad decision every now and again. 

You grabbed your keys and slid on your slippers, not even bothering to grab a coat. You opened the door and came face to face with an out-of-breath Spencer just about to knock on your door. You took one look at each other. 

And that’s when he reached down and brought your lips to his. 

Emily reached over and gently handed you your vows.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You whispered, causing everyone around you to laugh softly at you, desperately trying to stop crying. 

“I said I was going to try not to cry during his, and that obviously was not the case.” You slowly exhaled your lips, taking his hand and smiling up at him.

“Hey.” You whispered, causing him to whisper it back to you. “So–um. I wrote my vows a long time ago. Like, a while back. And I was looking for them and almost couldn’t find them. But I remembered that I had written them in that really small brown, leather journal thing that you got me for one of my birthdays that I kept losing because I always put it down and never remembered where.” 

The small, collected group laughed together, watching you turn the page in that small brown leather journal. 

“I didn’t know where I wanted to start when writing my vows. I knew how I wanted it to end, though. I’ve always known how I wanted my life to end and everything to go. So that’s what I did. I started at my endgame and worked my way backward. But shit happens, and life never goes according to plan. Never.” 

He squeezed your hand. 

Those weeks after were fucking brutal for you. 

Relaxing was something you were never fantastic at, so having to take two weeks off to recover from your concussion, burns, cuts, and bruises was excruciating. 

Maybe it would have been worse if a certain someone wasn’t basically living in your apartment with you, doing anything and everything to be there for you. 

You woke up to freshly brewed coffee, sometimes breakfast if he wasn’t away on a case. Sometimes, he’d be home in time to make you both dinner. It felt oddly domestic for you, reminding you of before Maeve, before everything that had gone down over the phone. 

Once the two weeks were over, he might have visited to check up on you. There would be nights where he would stay over just in case your head or back started to hurt again. It took more convincing for Spencer to let you go back to work than it did for your actual neurologist. 

“Need I remind you I’m a doctor too, Spencer. I’m going back to work on Monday, meaning two over one, majority rules.” 

Spencer scoffed and crossed his arms. “The lights will cause headaches, and staring at screens and files will only add to that. It’s a bad idea, y/n. Especially if we have to go somewhere, traveling across the country in a plane. You might as well knock yourself out because the air pressure would kill your head and ear drums.” 

“Always the one for dramatics, aren’t we.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I’m not being dramatic. I just care about your well-being, apparently more than you do—”

“Spence.”

“What.”

You kissed him softly. Just to shut him up. There were no ulterior motives. None. 

He hummed, hands sliding around your waist, keeping you close to him as you broke the kiss. 

That was another development you were keeping under wraps. The two of you might have decided to give it another shot. It had been over a month since you rejoined the BAU, and even before you got severely injured, Spencer had been doing everything he could to apologize. Whether that be his apologies or through his actions, he was stepping up. 

But both of you had yet to outright tell the others. Emily knew something was going on, especially when you showed up to work in the same outfit two days in a row, but she had assumed you had seen someone else, not your ex. 

You didn’t mind, though, when he took such good care of you when he bought you fresh flowers every week, when he kissed you past the point of breathing when he would—

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer whispered, interrupting whatever spiral you had started.

“What book I should read next.” 

“Liar.” He squeezed your sides, laughing softly and kissing you again. 

“There’s not much I can say about how life doesn’t go as planned since everyone here with us understands and knows how quickly life changes. But I realized that I need to have you by my side regardless of how it changes. I don’t want to be back in a place where I’m not with you because it just didn’t make any sense.” 

“My vows are short because I would never make it through them if they were any longer.” 

This caused another ripple of laughter throughout your friends, giving your fiancé a moment to wipe away another stray tear on your cheek. 

“All of this to say.” You cleared your throat, but it didn’t stop the tears from clouding your vision. “Shit. Give me a second.” 

Emily gave you a tissue, which you used to wipe under your eyes. You shook your hands slightly, trying to calm yourself down and shake out the rest of the emotions so that you could at least finish saying your vows. 

“Having begun to love you, I love you forever—in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself.”

Spencer beamed joyfully, realizing you followed his same path, quoting something you knew the other loved. 

And suddenly, the stars aligned. A soft breeze picked up, and the world was quiet. 

Everything was alright. Everything was okay. 

And for that beautiful, brief moment, you had everything you could have ever asked for, and there was nothing you would have changed, nothing in the whole world that was worth the love and happiness you felt in this moment, beaming at Spencer as you both said

I do. 

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.” - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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[theheartbreakprincesss]

red lips and rosy cheeks, a criminal minds imagine

pairings: fem!reader x bau!team (platonically of course) and fem!reader x spencer reid (if you squint a little)

word count: 800ish

warnings: none i think. no use of y/n because i don’t really vibe with that. no angst, a little fluff, maybe? it’s mostly just funny i think. also not beta-read, or like we say in ao3, no beta we die like men.

author’s note: i have been binge-watching criminal minds for a couple weeks now and of course i’m obsessed with it, and this visual of spencer becoming a little flustered over seeing his crush all dressed up popped into my mind. it’s my first time writing an imagine with the reader as the main piece in the story, so idk be gentle with me? i also never wrote for criminal minds and i’m only in season 4. i just wrote this instead of sleeping or actually writing my other fics. sorry if this is terrible anyway. i’m open to feedback! thanks for reading <3

Working for the FBI could be a handful, sometimes, but the job had its benefits. You could catch criminals and help people, make a difference, you know? But something you would never expect to count as a benefit was the possibility of being called in the middle of a date.

You didn’t even want to go on that date, but your long-time friend Emma had insisted she knew a guy that would be perfect for you. Emma knew you since you both were undergraduates working on their degrees, so you had figured it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a chance.

It wasn’t your best moment.

Not that the guy turned out to be a psychopath or something like that. But the ice of your drink had barely started to melt when it became clear that Sean wasn’t the guy for you, and by the end of your martini, you could see that Sean was too self-centered and trying too hard to be something he was not, with the fake watch and the well-pressed but clearly cheap suit and exaggerated tales of his life. An hour into the date and you were begging to the universe to offer you a way out of that bar.

Thankfully the universe seemed to listen to your plea, and you let out a relieved sigh when you saw Garcia’s name on the screen as the phone rang. Apparently, Hotch wanted everyone at the office right that moment.

That hurry was what prompted you to go into the BAU headquarters straight from your date, thinking that a stop by your apartment to change would take too much time and that you could take the clothes out of your go bag and change out of your outfit once you got there.

“Hey there.” you greeted as you walked into the bullpen. “Is everyone here yet?”

“Rossi and Prentiss are on their way.” Morgan said from his desk. “Wonder boy is getting coffee.”

“Oh, okay.” you mumbled, moving to take off your coat and wondering if you would have time to wipe off the red lipstick before the briefing.

“Damn, pretty girl.” you heard Morgan say, that suggestive tone in his voice that annoyed the life out of you. “Did we interrupt something?”

“Only the most boring date I have ever been on.” you scoffed, nervously fixing your dress. It wasn’t inappropriate or something, just very different from what you used to wear. It had been Emma’s idea, actually, to pair that black sleeveless dress with knee-high boots. “He spent the entire time talking about himself.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, look at you!” Garcia exclaimed as she got into the bullpen. “You look like a million bucks, darling.”

“Thank you, Pen.” you said. “What’s the case about?”

“A woman went missing in Indiana this morning in the same way three more disappeared in the last month before they were found dead.” JJ told, walking out of her office. “Oh, hot date tonight?” she asked.

“Disappointing, actually.” you laughed. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” you heard Spencer’s voice from behind Penelope.

“About her date.” Garcia said. Spencer joined them as they all stood near your desk, two coffee mugs in his hands. His messy hair was the first thing you noticed, looking like he had been dragged out of his bed. He handed you the second coffee mug, the one with little cartoon kittens stamped on it, then his eyes really focused on you.

“Oh, thank you.” you mumbled, taking a sip of it.

“I– yeah, I…” he stammered, eyes moving up and down, up and down.

“Are you alright, Doc?” you asked, using the nickname you had given him a few weeks into working together.

“Ooh, I think you broke pretty boy.” Morgan laughed.

“It’s probably the red lipstick.” Garcia pointed out, joining Derek in his laughs. You waited for one of Spencer’s famous info-dumps, where he would talk about how red lipstick used to be made out of crushed beetles in Ancient Egypt or something, but he was still silent, lips parted like he meant to say something but couldn’t figure out what.

“Do you need me to reset you or something?” you were now having a bit of fun with it. It wasn’t like you were trying to be mean, but both of you had been dancing around unspoken feelings for a while now.

“I… you look pretty.” Spencer finally managed to say.

You put the mug to your lips, trying to hide the blood that was rushing to your cheeks as Morgan whistled.

“Go on, wonder boy.”

“Derek? Shut up.” then, you looked at Spencer again, who was timidly smiling at you.“Thanks.” you mumbled.

Spencer looked at the mug on your hands, focusing on the stain of your lipstick on the rim of the mug.

“Uh, did you know that the first known red lipsticks were created by crushing gemstones in Mesopotamia over 5.000 years ago?”

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[theholypeanut]

Otoya Eita x Forced Proximity

Peanut’s Wheel of Fortune Event

Cw: Otoya is a cw on its own, slight nsfw themes but no actual smut so 16+(voyeurism), suggestive, Otoya is taller than the reader, Yukimiya having a girl crush, gn!reader, 1,5 k words

Plot: You didn’t expect to get stuck in a closet with Otoya, and having to listen your friend getting handsy with his crush…

Event Masterlist

Otoya has been annoying you for a date since you started college. 

You had a couple of classes together, and even if you did not click with him right away, you and Yukimiya (one of his closest high school friends he went to college with) vibed very well. Unfortunately in your second year, you and Kenyu had fewer classes together, and instead you had to spend almost every day with Otoya Eita. And even worse he took it as a sign from god that he has a chance with you.

At first, you were absolutely not interested in any interactions with him, as he constantly tried to use the most obnoxious pickup lines on you. As time went on and you were forced into the same places together, you found out that he could actually be quite funny too. Even better, he was an amazing gossip buddy - you could always count on him to have the spiciest pieces of information on campus, and you tried not to be any worse. After a while, you could say that you kind of considered him a friend, just a very… flirty one. 

Because you ended up in a similar group of friends, you were also going to parties together. 

For the past months with Eita you’ve been trying to get Kenyu together with this girl from his English literature classes, that he would never admit that he had a crush on. To be honest he never asked you for help, even more, he even told you specifically to „stay away and not try to stir anything” but both you and Otoya were not the type to listen to his suggestions. Like, what could be wrong? If he couldn’t get together with her till now, maybe he just needs a little help? What are friends for?

And you really tried to be the best wingmen he could think of. “Accidentally” asking him to go to places she was in, always ordering coffee from the cafe she worked at, especially during her shifts, invite her on their matches… nothing worked. Yukimiya was just so dense.

This time again, nothing went as planned. It was a Friday night and you went to this huge party thrown in a building looking like a villa. The vibe seemed good, and most importantly: The Crush was also there. But something just felt off.

First of all, Yukimiya for the first time ever was drinking. At the beginning seeing him with a red plastic cup made you and Eita send each other knowing glances. It was very suspicious, especially since Kenyu always joked that he is a „sober friend” who takes care of everyone. He was, in fact, a mom friend at his finest. 

You started to look around if maybe the Pretty Literature Girl is somewhere around, and she was indeed talking to some basketball jock in the corner of the room. You could almost hear her giggling from across the room. Otoya was fast to keep up and after exchanging some secret hand gestures, he came over to Kenyu. 

„You know, for me, it feels like tonight is the night” he said and patted his friend. „You should talk to her, as you are already a little tipsy”

„I'm not tipsy” Kenyu said defensively and looked in the direction of his crush. „I don’t think there's a point.” You fast step up to the conversation, and put an arm around your tall friend. 

„Look you will never know if you won't try! Maybe she just tries to make you jealous?”

In an answer, Yukimiya only sighed and drank all of the remaining alcohol in his cup in one sip. Seeing him so gloomy made you wonder if maybe this is the type of drunk he is going to be. You felt a hand on your arm and after looking around, you saw Otoya suggesting you to go upstairs to retrieve. It was very loud in the dancing area, so without trying to yell over the music, you left your sad friend and left with a white-haired up the stairs. 

It was a big house, and you had no idea who it belonged to (Maybe Reo, the rich kid?) but the upper area was full of doors. It was still quite loud in the corridor, so Otoya opened the door to, what looked like, one of the bedrooms. You followed him there and closed the door. 

„I don't think our plan will work today” you said and sighed. „Yukimiya looks like he will start crying and talking about his childhood traumas any moment, I’m actually kind of scared of what will happen if he keeps drinking”

„Yeah, it’s really not looking good for him” Otoya nodded. „I'm pretty sure he is also more drunk than us, which is an entirely different kind of issue. I don’t think I ever saw him drinking.”

You were about to answer, when you heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door. Was it…. Kenyu’s crush? You looked at Otoya in panic, and without thinking he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the spacious closet in the room. 

Well, it looked spacious from the outside, when the two of you fit inside, you could feel Otoya’s entire body hugging your back. 

„Move!” You whispered to him, feeling a weird tingling in your stomach from the sudden closeness. He leaned closer to your ear and his breath was tickling your neck. 

„I can’t. Just wait, maybe they won’t…” and then you heard the door to the bedroom open and close. 

„I thought you’ll never talk to me tonight” you two heard the girl. 

„Well you looked really busy with that guy…” you couldn’t believe when you recognised familiar voice. 

„Mmmm, Kenyu, are you jealous?” She purred teasingly, in a way that even you blushed. 

„Maybe” you heard your friend teasing her back. You didn’t have to see anything to know the tension between this two was very high. The girl giggled, and you could hear a sound of a kiss. Your body tensed up. 

„You know I’m yours” she said so quietly you could barely hear. You felt Otoya’s hand touching your waist and you tried to turn your head to him without making any sound. „Are they…” you whispered as quietly as you could when the sound going from outside of the closet answered your question: there was a heavy making-out session going on right outside the closet door. 

You thought you could not get more uncomfortable until you heard the girl moaning your friend’s name. What made the situation even worse is that not only you were stuck to listen to your friend getting all steamy with his crush, but you also could feel Otoya’s getting more and more aroused, as you assumed feeling a sudden pressure around your ass. 

„I’m sorry” you heard him whimper in your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. You heard another loud moan and Yukimiya’s groans, as you assume he was kissing her neck. Well, you couldn’t really be mad at Eita right now. You turned to look at him to say something, but as your faces were so close to each other you could feel his nose brushing your cheek, you heard a sudden noise of an opening door. 

„Oooh fuck!” You heard some male voice from outside. „Sorry, I was looking for a bathroom…” 

The sudden noise made you jump and for a split second, you could feel Otoya’s lips on yours, before you turned back to face the door. From the sound of it you felt like Yukimiya and his situationship decided to stop after the sudden entrance. The door closed again and you heard Kenyu clearing his throat. 

„How about we get out of here?” He suggested. „I will just text my friends I’m too drunk and that I ordered the taxi home…” The girl giggled. 

„I don't know why you won't just tell them that we are dating” she answered. You heard Yukimiya sigh and with your imagination you knew he was massaging his temples with annoyance. „They are just so noisy and dramatic… I will tell them, one day” 

After that, the only sound going out of the room was the door opening and closing. You waited a couple of seconds, to be sure they wouldn't be coming back, and then you opened the door and walked out of the closet. 

There was an awkward silence between you two, as you felt too embarrassed to address what would have happened if both you and Yukimiya hadn’t been interrupted. 

Otoya cleared his throat. 

„I cannot believe he was keeping it a secret saying we are annoying” You smirked with relief after this comment. 

„I cannot believe Yukimiya almost hooked up with someone at a party… without closing the door.”

The atmosphere felt a little less tense. 

„I think we should leave this room before someone will think that we are here for…” you didn’t end the sentence, a little embarrassed. You saw Eita blushing before he looked away.

„Yeah right. Wouldn’t want to be cockblocked like that…” As you put your hand on the doorknob, you felt Otoya standing right behind you, as he put his forearm on the door right above your head. 

„We would at least close the door on a lock, right?” He said right to your ear.

You stood there for a second, feeling your heart speeding up to a dangerous pace. Your face felt hot when you turned the lock on the door. 

„…Right”

Bonus

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[pomegranateboba]

ArTw boys if they followed us back to Mid Earthium

Based on this undone prompt provided by @sleepytwilight

Context: one of the gang somehow went to Mid Earthium with us (we dragged one of them there's no escape) now they are stuck with us til who knows when

Tw: Nothing too serious, Sirius being a red flag, its mostly crack I don't know how to write sad stuff

Arcturus

You found him in your kitchen on the ground, confused

"S-Summoner? What...where is this?"

"This is your house..??"

Poor baby was still confused even after you explained to him what happened.

Oh well, it just means he can know more about Mid Earthium culture (and the Summoner)

You both found out that your imprints with each other still work here (Arcturus was knitting at home and you summoned him to the florist to ask him which flowers looked better)

He found the crustiest animal shelter once and was absolutely horrified (You had to give therapy afterwards)

*in tears* "These poor things are sitting in their own waste-WHY IS THAT DOG BEING CRAMPED UP IN SUCH A SMALL CAGE"

You both came back home with your own personal petting zoo after that. (Let's assume our house is big enough)

He takes care of all the plants and animals in the house for you

Now your house is not only a petting zoo, but also a jungle. Yay.

He helps old ladies cross the street.

Literally the best housemate you could ever ask for.

He was amazed when you pointed out that he was an actual star in Mid Earthium.

The star Arcturus literally looks like him IT GLOWS ORANGE AJHSKHDKAKJGH

Very sweet.

*arcky appreciation*

Spica

You were in your nearby public library and saw Spica lecturing some kids about yelling in the library.

How Spica of him, you thought.

After bringing him home and explaining the situation to him, he was surprised to say the least.

At least now you would be by his side.

After 1 day your house now smells of coffee

Because he makes you coffee every morning (you drink it out of politeness and your love for Spica, despite the coffee being very bitter and like a 100 degrees Celsius)

Your house is also suddenly 10 times more organised

He has a considerable amount of free time now that he doesn't have to do work for the Guide Committee 25/7, so he can finally catch up on sleep.

And you can also bring him outside more

In which he gets major culture shock, because my dude used to like ballroom music and people articulating themselves in proper English (or whatever language I guess)

"Summoner, what does 'pogchamp' mean?"

Yeah. Time to teach this man about the internet.

I don't know about you, but I feel like Spica would fall for internet scams, because they don't have that stuff in Bound Arlyn (or maybe Spica just never used the internet.)

If you have any work to do, he will be watching very closely over your shoulder.

You try to teach this old man how to play online games and fail.

"...How do I know which team I'm on? How do I crouch?"

I think you should just let him read Mid Earthium books instead.

He is a very considerate housemate, doesn't really bother you unless you go bother him

He feels so weird not doing anything since he is overworked most of the time at Contell, please give him something to do.

Your imprints still worked, you summoned him from the living room to the bathroom because you were too short to fix a lightbulb (admit it you are short because so am I)

Alpheratz

You found him on a bench, being questioned by the police whether he was some homeless guy or not.

You manage to bring him home and explain to him what was going on (I mean as if we know what's going on)

I feel like he would either be really surprised, or just not care.

His logic: No Spica nagging = good

He spends most of the time asleep on your couch or somewhere in the house, or maybe the backyard if you have one.

He honestly would not care less, but his mood would be better overall because no Spica, and also no Schedar.

So you may be able to convince him to do stuff (maybe)

Your imprints work pretty much fine, you were trying to figure out how to wake him up from his century long coma on the couch, so you went to your room and summoned him there

It worked yeah, but he just went back to sleep, but on your bed.

Ah well.

He would be more than happy to accompany you around though, because Spica isn't there to show up out of the blue.

He can reach the high shelves for you.

If you are shorter than him (me), he will tease you for being short, because Pollux isn't around.

"Give me back my phone."

"But can you reach it?"

"..."

"That's right. You can't. :)"

You hit his face with a pillow

You may have to do your chores on your own though, you could try asking Alpheratz and there is a 50/50 chance he would help you

He helps you get more sleep as well, it is stressful being the Summoner in Bound Arlyn after all.

Pollux:

You found him in a park. On a swing set. He was taped to it.

Somehow, you were not surprised.

Little boy was overjoyed to see you.

You tried to explain what was happening to the best of your ability

He was a little confused, but that was all forgotten when you offered to go out to explore with him.

You took him to 7eleven, where he got a shit ton of snacks, because who's gonna stop him, not you.

He was so excited to stay with you without anyone else.

He also ensured that you had to clean up some stuff because the bad luck be bad lucking.

Anyways, you made the mistake of introducing him to social media

Its too late now he has actual followers now

Ah well.

Get ready to do tens of hundreds of tiktok challenges

It just feels like a very Pollux thing to do

He runs around everywhere, he wants to see everything in Mid Earthium and then compare it to the boundary

"Wow, everything's so...bleak. I mean not you of course, you're really pretty-I MEAN YOU DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING-"

Someone calm this tsundere down please he's feral

Would attempt to help out in the house, ends up giving up half way through

Your imprints work, you could not find Pollux anywhere in the house so you summoned him. Apparently he was hiding in the closet eating half the candy in the house

Loves dragging you around the place (he's adorable ahgjhgsajhg)

Vega

You both went back to Mid Earthium at the same time, together, so you both appeared back in your room

You were very enthusiastic about showing Vega around, BECUASE HE'S TECHNICALLY BACK HOME

Let's say you 2 lived in the same neighbourhood and you still live there now.

Bring on the nostalgia.

You showed him around all the places you used to go (according to Vega, since your memories of your time with Vega as a kid were non-existent)

Some changed, some didn't. Vega was really emotional after that (wait I didn't mean to put in all the feels no I'm not crying you are)

Vega would be either really teary or really happy, or both because he can finally spend some quality time with his beloved best friend <3

You both are inseparable the whole time, and if you have to leave the room, he can and will wait at the door until you are back

and don't take too long or else he will be sad (or he will break the door down and find you himself.)

All the time you both had was extremely wholesome without even trying and Vega was simply overjoyed just to be able to be with you.

Sometimes (read: every time) he would come into your room to cuddle with you because he has been overwhelmed with all The Feels ™

I literally love Vega he's adorable

Your imprint works, not because you needed to summon him (he was always by your side anyways), but because you know there's always this bond between the sorcerers? (amplifier stone type stuff or something)

You guys did build a blanket/pillow fort in your living room and cuddled :)

He is the most normal housemate because he knows how things work, except you would not leave your side for more than 10 minutes.

"Please stay by my side, Summoner."

Very sweet 100% chance of survival.

Sirius

You did not need to find him. He found you.

He somehow found where you lived and climbed through the window when you woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water (He refused to reveal where he spawned in to)

May Ursa Minor, Polaris and heck even Lilith from obey me why not, give us all strength to survive this

This man can and will tease you about the 2 of you living together in the same house

He has definitely suggested that the 2 of you could share the bed, but stopped before you could throw him out.

He has, despite the locked windows and door, came into your room at 3am in the morning in the form of a dog, just to bother you. You know, just because.

Polaris please come pick your kid up. I don't care whether you're dead, in the void, or is an ice monster.

Barks at people as a dog for no reason.

Got used to living in Mid Earthium very quickly.

Has most definitely pretended to be your boyfriend, up to the point where even you are confused. (gaslight gaslight and gaslight even more)

Will find a way to cause chaos.

Still pretty protective of you though, we don't talk about what he said in chapter 13

Will take you out pretty frequently (interpret it however you want)

You can never find him, so you do summon him to your side when he isn't already (he knows where you are he's just being a stalker dw)

Is very happy that he can have you all to himself, without other people questioning his questionable behaviour.

Will either help out in the house, or knock down glasses like a cat and stare at you dead in the eye.

"...Sirius please. It's 2 in the morning."

*Happy barking noises.*

"What do you want?"

"Can I be the little spoon?"

"Get out."

He somehow makes it seem like he lives in Mid Earthium, and not some wanted criminal from Bound Arlyn.

He's a menace, a hot menace, but a menace nonetheless.

#yeah i have not finished the assessment book i have been tasked to finish #in fact i have only done 15 pages #but arcana twilight takes priority #arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

[kiribaku-queen]

Pleasurable Secrets [18+]

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Smut, romance

Warning: 18+

Word count: 12K

A/N: Are we still in Kinktober?  Can I still post this? Anyway, I am a sucker for Kirishima and could not get this idea out of my bed! A love story with smut at the end <3

Summary: You didn't want to have anything to do with the students at UA high school. The past was the past and you were trying to make it stay that way by erasing those memories from your mind. That was hard to do when one of those memories comes back into your life. Would it be okay to let them back into your life, or would history repeat itself and end in tragedy like it always does?

You never thought you’d fall in love. You didn’t want to fall in love. And frankly, love was never in the cards for you. Especially not after what happened in high school. God, if you could erase UA high school from your memory, you would do it without a moment’s hesitation. UA was such a fantastic school, but you don’t have any fond memories of that place. The falling out you had with the current number 3 hero was so traumatic to you, that you refused to see him or anyone from that school for that matter. Actually, such a lame reason, but that falling out was also why you gave up on being a hero. So, you dropped out and attended a regular high school. FAR away from that school and those people. But ever since then, you didn’t think anyone could ever love you.

Were you scared? Maybe. But love never made its rounds back to you after high school. And that was okay with you. You didn’t need it. You were content at the fact that you were going to be alone forever… as sad as that sounds. It was true. You weren’t expecting to fall for someone so soon. Especially not him.

He came out of nowhere. You almost didn’t recognize him. You would have kept going on with your business had it not been for this small coincidence. 

You were finally able to relax on the weekend, after a crazy and hectic schedule at work. There was a new project you were working on, and you could not rest until you had all the details worked out. You were able to take a short break for now, but it was going to be short lived. After finishing your cup of coffee, you were going to have to get back on it. You were on schedule for now, but it couldn’t hurt to be ahead for once. Then that will help with the stress later on. 

You were waiting for your coffee to be done. Standing by the side, arms crossed, waiting patiently but also not because you watched one by one as everyone got called to get their drink, but not you yet. It wasn’t that complicated of a drink. If only you could just take one sip, then the growing headache you had would magically disappear.

“Iced macchiato!” the bartender called, placing the ice beverage right in the middle of the counter. With bright, widening eyes, you instantly got up to retrieve your drink. What you didn’t see was that someone else was also on their way to the drink. And when you had grabbed it, you also didn’t expect someone else’s hand to be on top of yours. You retracted your hand in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Is this an iced macchiato?” you asked the bartender, hands now as close to your chest as possible.

“It is. For… A Kirishima?” the bartender called out the owner of the drink. Well if only he had said their name sooner. Wait… Kirishima? You hadn’t noticed that you didn’t get a good look at the person who was also grabbing the drink. Your eyes shot to the drink to this Kirishima, and your heart dropped. 

Kirishima Eijirou.

Best friend of your ex. The one who completely and utterly destroyed your entire being. The one who made you stop believing in love. How is it on earth that you had to run into this Kirishima.

He was giving you a sheepish smile; one that was awkward and friendly. But it didn’t matter. You had no intention of even being friendly with any former students from UA, whether they had any involvement in the situation or not. You already decided that you weren’t going to associate with UA anymore, and you weren’t going to back on your word now. You didn’t return his smile. Instead, your look turned into annoyance and the atmosphere turned rather cold.

“Iced macchiato for (y/n)?” the bartender finally called out your drink. Thankfully, not long after your encounter with Kirishima. 

“(y/n)?” Kirishima called out to you but you didn’t give him the chance. You grabbed your coffee and bolted out of there. With wide strides and the goal to get out of there as soon as possible, you ran away from your problem. There was nothing wrong with running from your problems. Actually, you thought it was a good tactic and how you ran your life.

“(y/n)!” you gasped when you heard Kirishima was actually running after you. You turned around, and sure enough, Kirishima was right behind your tail.

“What the fuck…” you muttered under your breath, now running faster away from him. Kirishima, now being the pro-hero that he was, caught up to you so easily, it wasn’t even a challenge.

“Wait a second, why are you running?” Kirishima grabbed your arm, halting you in your steps and forcing you to turn around.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” you threatened through clenched teeth, forcefully removing your arm from his grasp. The glare and fire in your eyes was enough for him to get the message and back off. This time, he didn’t stop you from treading off, rather aggressively at that. Could you blame yourself? Maybe your anger got the best of you, but in the moment, you didn’t care. All you wished for was that you never bump into him again.

But luck wasn’t on your side. This was partially your fault. You’d think that after running into your former classmate that you really didn’t want to see, you would stop coming to that particular cafe for a while. But no. You went the next day. Thinking that there was on way you would bump into him again. What were the odds of that?

You entered the small, local cafe that you visited quite often. So often that the baristas knew you were a regular. You took a quick scan of the customers they had. No overbuilt, redhead to be seen. It looks like you were in the clear. You let out a shaky breath and finally relaxed. Yesterday was probably a glitch in the system. It was pure coincidence that you saw him here, you weren’t going to see him again.

After thanking the barista for the coffee, you took a seat at your spot in the cafe; one in the far corner right by the window so you could have a view while you were working. Sometimes, you need a change in atmosphere to help you work better and the cafe was always the place that you worked the best. 

Kirishima had entered the coffee shop that he had visited yesterday. The coffee was good, but he wasn’t here because of the coffee. No. He was here in hopes of seeing you. He had to admit, you were probably the last person he expected to see. How long has it been since you disappeared? Almost 8 years? No one knew where you ran off to. Hell, no one knew if you were dead or alive. But that moment in the coffee shop… when your hands brushed against each other and he got a good look at you. He had to do a double take. You were just as gorgeous as he remembered. All his childish feelings from high school rushed at him like he was hit by a car. All the butterflies, all the heart flutters. His feelings for you never left him after all. 

After yesterday’s events and how you reacted, he wasn’t sure if he was going to run into you again, especially not at the same place. But there you were. He hadn’t even entered the premises for him to notice you. He saw you clearly from the window seat that you were at, so concentrated on your laptop. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile and mutter,

“Cute.” 

Kirishima hadn’t realized he said that out loud. But those intrusive thoughts got the better of him. He had to talk to you again. Yet, he didn’t want to upset you again. There’s so much that he wants to say, so much he wants to understand. Would you even let him in? 

You were deep in concentration, not paying attention to the surroundings around you. Especially not even noticing who had sat down next to you. For some reason, the numbers you had written down were not working. You were sure that you had entered everything correctly. You double checked, even did the math manually. But each time, the numbers were not matching and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong. Once you figure out the budget, you could move on to the next step, but this has got you stumped. Frustration was building inside you. It was probably time for a break and another sip of coffee is what you needed. You buried your head in the palm of one hand, while the other reached for your coffee. Only for you to misjudge the distance of where your coffee was and you tipped it over, spilling it all over you and the person sitting next to you. Panic rose in you and you quickly picked the cup up to prevent even more liquid from pouring out, but it was already too late. The coffee had already gotten on the person next to you. Forget that it was all over yourself and partially your laptop. It was horrifying that you got someone else dirty from your mistake.

“Shit, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” you asked the ‘stranger’, quickly trying to find something to clean them up with.

“I’m all good,” he reassured you. His voice made you freeze. It couldn’t be… You carefully glanced up, praying that it wasn’t who you thought it was. But you were always wrong. Kirishima had gladly taken the napkins you had given him to clean himself up. The coffee had gotten all over his pants. It was going to take more than just a couple napkins to clean this mess up. But you were too caught up in the fact that Kirishima had appeared in front of you once again. You didn’t get the chance to clean yourself up or your belongings. You just packed up everything you had and tried to bolt out of there, had it not been for your old classmate to stop you.

“Wait!” he called out to you, grabbing you by the arm again. Realizing what he had done and knowing that you did not like that yesterday, he quickly let go.

“Sorry… I know you don’t like that,” he apologized right after. But you did stop this time. You let out a sigh and turned right back around.

“You’re just going to leave?” he asks.

“I already said sorry,” you pointed out, a hint of annoyance can be heard in your voice.

“You’re upset,” he states. Like it wasn’t obvious today and yesterday. You didn’t stop to make small talk. Moreover, talk about what his best friend did to you that still haunts you to this day. 

“What do you want, Kirishima?” you got cut straight to the chase. There had to be a reason why he was basically stalking you. Even if there was a justifiable reason, you were going to tell him what it was. To leave you alone. There was no need for your paths to cross again. For Kirishima, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. When were you going to willingly talk to him again?

“Another coffee?” he made up some bullshit excuse. You raised a suspicious brow at him and looked over his shoulder to see a cup full of coffee that hasn’t been touched yet.

“You already have one,” you said.

“Well I could use another one already,” he shrugged. You weren’t sure. You felt bad that you had spilled your drink on him but at the same time, having to spend more time with him was not on your plans today. Kirishima could see the confliction in your eyes, so he had to push it another level.

“Come on, it's the least you could do after spilling coffee on me,” he tried to guilt trip you, and it worked. It was the least you could do. And then after this, no more contact with him. That was supposed to be the plan.

After the coffee shop, that was supposed to be it. But he kept showing up everywhere you went. The grocery store, the shopping center, in random places on the streets, even in different coffee shops! You could not escape this persistent man whom you wanted no contact with. But Kirishima did keep his distance. Whenever you made eye contact, he would always give you the most gentle smile, waving here and there, but never approaches you. You wouldn’t wave or smile back. The most you would do is probably acknowledge him, but most, if not all the time, you would simply look at him and walk away.

Kirishima knew better than to push your buttons. Even in high school, you gave off a cold demeanor. But he knew that there was a softer side to you. Because he’s seen it when you were together with his hot-headed friend. And he’s seen it firsthand, when you were always so sweet to him. If he approached you knowing that you weren’t interested, he knew he would find himself at the bottom of the sea. He didn’t want to go looking for trouble, so he became friendly from a distance. He didn’t want to ignore you because you were ignoring him. He wanted to let you know that he was not the person you should be afraid of. He would only approach you if he knew you were ready.

Today was an off day for Kirishima. Usually, he would wake up bright and early in the morning, head straight to the office, get some paperwork done he couldn’t finish the day before, go get his morning coffee, bump into you coincidentally, and finally be on his way to continue his mission. Ever since the morning, his whole routine has been thrown off. He woke up way later than he was supposed to. The sun was already rising, meaning that he was hella late and was going to get chewed out at the office. Expected. And then, he was so concentrated on his work that he didn’t realize that it was time for his daily coffee. Actually past the time he normally goes. You should already be at the coffee shop. But by the time he gets there, would have left already? He would have to try. So there he was, sprinting for the usual coffee shop, occasionally bumping into strangers while barely spitting out apologies. Would you be at the cafe today? You were there at the same time every day, without fail. But you wouldn’t stay for longer than you needed to. Always in and out, busy for the day and no time to linger. So it was his surprise to see you sitting down at one of the solo tables, casually sipping your coffee and… was he seeing wrong? Was he just imagining it? You were sipping your coffee with wandering eyes, as if you were looking for something. Or someone? Were you looking for him? He watched your movements for a bit, and sure enough, you were searching for someone. Often looking behind your shoulder, out the window, watching the passerbyers, and even when the bell rings every time someone opens the door. And the look of disappointment was so evident on your face when you see that the person you were looking for is not walking through that door. Was this a sign?

Kirishima straightened himself out and made his way through the door. The sound of the tiny bell rang throughout the local shop. He tried his best not to look at you, make it look like he was casually stopping by, but it was no use. The minute he walked through that door, you both made eye contact and he knew he had broken through to you when he saw you look away in embarrassment, pretending that you hadn’t been waiting for him.

He was quick to get his coffee and popped a squat right next to you, getting comfy. You both sat quietly as you sipped your coffees. It didn’t look like you were going to speak up soon, so Kirishima took the liberty in starting the conversation.

“How’s your coffee?” he starts out.

“Good,” you mutter.

“What did you get?” he’s curious. You didn’t answer him. Instead, you turn your cup around to show him the tag of your drink. Classic (y/n) getting the same, old drink.

“Aren’t going to spill it on me this time, are you?” he teases.

“It was an accident and you know it,” you defended yourself.

“How was I supposed to know? How do I know you’re not out to get me?” he continues to tease but his words was not teasing to you. Was he referring to what happened in the past? Did he think that you were out to get him? For revenge? His teasing darkened the mood, making you feel bad and insecure about yourself.

“Am I really a threat to you?” you asked seriously, but almost in a whisper. Kirishima quickly noticed the change in mood. He stopped his teasing tactics and became serious.

“No.” he was stern in his answer. “No, you were the sweetest to me back in high school. Probably one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.”

“One of them,” you couldn’t help mumble after hearing his choice of words. Making it seem like he was just saying to be nice and that his statement wasn’t actually true.

“Then the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” he changed his statement. Because it was true. You never failed to reassure him and make him feel good about himself. All throughout high school, even when everyone was picking on him for something stupid, you were there to fend for him. Every time you passed, you never failed to give him a smile, along with a few words of positivity. You were, as some would say, a pocket of sunshine. How could you have ever dated his best friend when he was basically the opposite of you. Now look at you. Where was that smile you carried everywhere you went?

Silence.

“How you been (y/n)?” he asked with utmost sincerity. He genuinely wanted to know.

“Fine,” you kept it short.

“Work?”

“Boring.” Kirishima chuckles. You wanted to stop responding. You wanted to seem like you didn’t want to talk to him. But for every question, you kept finding yourself answering, no matter how much you tried not to.

“You?” you finally ask Kirishima a question which surprised him at first.

“What about me?” he tries to get more out of you. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling somewhat embarrassed now.

“How’s work?” you managed to get out.

“Slow,” he responded truthfully.

“Is that why you’re in town?” you were always curious on why he was here, out of all places. A small town where there’s absolutely nothing here. Especially compared to the big city he was living in, there really should be no reason for him to visit a town like this.

“Mm, there’s a mission I have to do here. But can’t tell you about it,” he jokes.

“Oh, secretive,” you actually managed to joke back. You didn’t think you had it in you, but somehow it just slipped out.

“But I can tell you that I’m glad I came on this mission,” he says.

“Why’s that?” you asked but you now you were afraid of what he was going to say.

“Because I got to see you again,” Kirishima confesses. And that was the answer you didn’t want him to say. “I’m really glad I met you here.”

“Kirishima…” you began.

“Let’s be friends,” he insists, cutting you off.

“You know I can’t do that,” you say practically like you were giving up. “I’ll be honest, it was nice seeing a familiar face, but I think I’d rather not be friends.”

“Why?” he just couldn’t understand or wrap his head around it.

“Do we really need to talk about this?”

“Yes, because I don’t know what I did for you to be this upset at me that we can’t be friends. We had some good times back in high school.”

“Maybe for you,” you said bitterly.

“Look, is it because of…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just best that we are not friends. We can say hi passing, but that’s it. Okay?” you laid down the ground rules. But that didn’t discourage Kirishima one bit.

“Alright. We don’t have to be friends. But every time I see you, I will be coming up to you to say hi. That’s alright, right?” Kirishima found a loophole. You wanted to shrink yourself because that’s not technically what you meant, but it’s not like you could go back on your word now.

“Well…” you tried to counter argue but Kirishima cut you off again.

“You did say that I could come up to you in passing,” he reiterated your words. So you said, fine. You allowed him to say hi to you if you two crossed paths. But that was quite often.

You two didn’t just see each other at the coffee shop. It was the grocery store. It was around town. It was in some places unexpected. It was an everyday occurrence. And because it was an everyday occurrence, you became more and more comfortable around his presence. You opened up more, talked to him more, smiled more. Seeing him didn’t feel so awful anymore. But even then, you were reluctant to call yourselves friends.

If you were out, letting him meet some of your friends, you would always introduce him as ‘Kirishima’. Nothing more, nothing less. Because even if you were friendly with each other, you don’t know if you would call him your friend just yet. Could you fully trust him after that high school tragedy? There was nothing he did that you could make you not trust him, but there was always something in the back of your mind that made you wait to wait a little longer. But Kirishima, on the other hand, always introduced you as his friend.

“I’m not your friend,” you would whisper to him when no one else was paying attention.

“But you are my friend. So, it’s not like I’m lying,” he simply shrugs it off and continues to jump in his friend’s conversations.

It took quite a bit of time. 2 years exactly. For you to finally accept that you two were friends. You were okay with the fact that someone from your past was back in your life. Kirishima couldn’t hide his excitement when he heard the good news of getting out of the stranger zone. Now he had another goal to hit: getting out of the friend zone. 

Kirishima learned one important lesson over these couple of years trying to get you to be friends with him. And that was: his crush for you never left him. Trying to win you over as a friend made his crush for you grow even larger. Now he needed to win you over in a different way. And he tried many a things, making it pretty known to everyone around you that he likes you. He couldn't be more obvious.

When you meet up for your daily coffee run, he’s already there, your coffee already bought and ready for you to drink as soon as you get there. You don’t get sick often, but when you do and Kirishima hears about this, he is immediately on his way to take care of you. He’ll bring blankets, snacks and medicine to help you fight back against your illness. You’d always protest that you were okay, but when he hears that nasty cough, he’s pushing his way through and forcing you to take a rest on your bed. Then, he’d pull up one of your comfort movies and watch along side you in the chair right next to your bed, giving you all the space you needed. And he did everything without a single complaint. It was also a regular thing for him to comment how good you looked.

“Looking good today, (y/n)!”

“Wow! You look so pretty, (y/n)!”

“Hey pretty lady! How we doing today?”

“Did you do something different with your hair today? Because you look stunning.”

“You have the cutest smile, you know that?”

His comments always got you embarrassed. Because he would even say that in public where there’s several people around you and it was always so loud, too. So then, people would be looking in your direction, laughing and gushing at how cute you guys were as a couple. And every time, you’d have to let them know that you guys were not a couple and definitely not dating. But Kirishima wished it was something more.

“See? Everyone thinks we are cute together! Let’s date,” he would try. His tone would be very joking to you, but that’s his nerves getting the best of him. So, of course you don’t take him seriously.

“No, thank you,” you would shut him down. But he’d keep on trying, every time with failure. There would be some days where he would think he was making progress, only to be shut down once again.

Kirishima wouldn’t let this bit go. In fact, it went on for another year or so of constantly asking you out on a date or asking you to be his girlfriend. You couldn’t understand it. You thought he was doing it at first just to be funny. But this was happening so consistently, so frequently, so much so that it became a daily thing and now you couldn’t help but think he was being serious. You? Out of all people? He would want to be with you? And like you? Didn’t he see how your relationship in high school worked out? Doesn’t he remember what you did? You had to get to the bottom of this. You confronted him when he showed up at your apartment, leaning against the door frame with arms folded across your chest.

“Why do you want me to be your girlfriend so much?” you finally asked the long awaited question. It caught him off guard but answered it nonetheless.

“Because I like you. Isn’t that obvious?” he said it so nonchalantly.

“No, it is. But… I don’t understand how you could like someone like me,” you say.

“Well, first off, let me in please,” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and shimmied his way past you and into your apartment.

“You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. You are the kindest, the sweetest, the funniest, the more charismatic person I know. How could I not fall for you?” he stated, falling down onto your couch and making himself at home. You followed him, sitting right next to him. You were silent because you didn’t know how to accept it.

“And, well. I never really stopped liking you, after high school.” he continued.

“What do you mean?” you became confused. Never stopped? He’s liked you before?

“I liked you way before him. He just got to you before I could.”

“And you still liked me… even after you found out what happened?”

“(y/n),” Kirishima knew where you were going with this.

“I cheated on him. Did you forget that? Are you still going to like me even after you know that I’m a cheater?” you accused yourself, feeling choked up. You tried your best to hold it in, pressing your lips together in a pout. But tears weld in your eyes and your brows kept frowning. You stared intensely at the red-head in front of you to prevent the tears from spilling.

“I know you didn’t do it,” he tried to comfort you.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you do anything?” you raised your voice, violently wiping the tears away. “Everyone turned on me. Everyone made me into a villain. But I didn’t do it… I was framed. I just didn’t know how to prove it then.” you cried into your hands.

Your life was so perfect. Your boyfriend was one of the toughest guys in the school, you had a great group of friends, you were passing with flying colors. You were living your life to the fullest. Then, all of a sudden, your life came crashing down on you. You no longer had a boyfriend, you no longer had that supportive group, you no longer had the best life. All because of some baseless rumor that everyone believed. No one wanted to hear you out. You thought you were friends with everyone. So, you had no idea what you did to piss someone off for them to create this rumor that you were cheating. But they did a pretty damn good job of ruining your life. Because after everyone had turned their backs on you, you were left with no one. You eventually left before graduation and finished high school somewhere else. You cut off everyone from high school out of your life and tried your best to forget anything about high school. You were doing a good job of it, until someone just had to come back into your life.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything.” Kirishima apologized. You knew he was sorry. Honestly, what could he have done back then? Maybe if you were in his shoes, you would have done the same thing. But because it was happening to you and no one was on your side, it hurt.

“That’s why I didn’t want to see you. Because I was so mad at everyone for not even hearing me out. No one heard my side of the story.” you had never told anyone this. You poured your heart out, finally speaking out about this out loud for the first time. Now someone was hearing your side of the story, you were going to say everything you wanted.

“I thought you just needed space,” he said. It was true that he was surprised when he heard the rumor of you cheating on his best friend. He was one of the last people to know and everyone was already chatting and gossiping. He heard there was proof, that there were pictures showing that you were not innocent. His best friend was heated like he’s never seen before. Everything was happening so much at once, he didn’t know what to do. Did he want to talk to you? Of course he did. But in the mornings, you were always the last one in class to avoid the gossiping. During breaks, you always ran and hid in the bathroom. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, you bolted out of there. There was no time to approach because you didn’t give anybody a chance to talk to you. Hearing Kirishima’s response, you suddenly became angry.

“I needed someone to believe me! I needed someone to be by my side, but you all turned against me!” you shouted, not caring if hot tears were streaming down your face. The one thing you wanted the most was for someone, anyone to believe you. But no one gave you that.

“(y/n), you don’t need to give me proof. If you said you didn’t do it, I’ll believe in you. If you said you were framed, I’ll be on your side. I’ll defend you till the day I die. If you think you have no one, you have me.” Kirishima smacked his chest, giving you some reassurance that now someone was on your side.

“Thanks, but it’s a little too late for that now. That’s why I said in the beginning that I didn’t want to be friends. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be associated with you at all because even though it was so long ago, I never got over those feelings of betrayal. It hurt so bad…” your voice cracked. “And now I don’t know what to do because my mind is telling me to keep my distance but I like you too much.” you suddenly confessed.

“Wait, you like me?” Kirishima’s heart skipped a beat, but he had conflicted feelings. His heart hurt for you, seeing you break down like this, but there was another part of him that was starting to get giddy from your sudden confession.You didn’t respond, only wiping your eyes.

“Then let me stay by your side. Let me support you. If it takes years for you to trust me, I’ll wait that long. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he tells you.

“What if it takes forever?” you became sad and guilty. It’s not like you were purposely trying to lead him on. You just didn’t know if you could commit to a relationship given the situation.

“Then I’ll wait that long. Trust me. If I can wait for you for 10 years, I can wait a little more.”

And it did take you a while to really put all your trust in him. You weren’t sure if it was because you were stubborn or if you truly thought this relationship wasn’t going to work out. But for more years to come, he would ask you out and you kept saying no. For some reason, the constant rejection never scared Kirishima away. It only made him more determined.

It only took 3 years of constant flirting and courting and romantic gestures for you to finally say yes.

“But there needs to be some ground rules,” you say quickly before Kirishima smushes you in a bear hug. “You’re a public figure, right?”

“Not the biggest, but you could say that. Why? Nervous to get all the attention?” he teases, grabbing your hand and pulling you into him softly. He embraces you in his arms while moving the tiny hairs out of your face.

“That’s the thing, I don’t want any attention. Can we be lowkey about this? Because I know you’re still friends with people from high school and now that we are… you know. I know they are your friends but I don’t really want them knowing and I don’t want it be weird and all, especially since your best friend is my ex,” you asked for a rather big favor. But Kirishima was completely fine with it.

“Oh, a secret relationship, huh?” he teased to lighten up the mood but you didn’t laugh at his humor.

“Eijirou, I’m being serious,” you say.

“Yeah, we can do that, no problem,” he says now matching your tone, but still smitten with how you were his now. “Now that you’ve had your chance, it’s my turn to ask you a serious question.” Oh? You tilted your head in interest, your eyes full of curiosity. It just made Kirishima want to cup your face and leave you the sloppiest kiss. But he shall refrain from now.

“Move back to the city with me,” he said. That took you by surprise.

“All of a sudden?”

“Well my mission here is done.,” That’s right! The whole reason why he was here in the first place was because he was sent here on a mission. That was so long ago and it only now finished?

“Oh my god, I forgot all about that! That took such a long time!” you exclaimed. Kirishima blushed sheepishly.

“To tell you the truth, that mission finished years ago.”

“Years?!” you couldn’t believe your ears, leaning back and grabbing a hold of his shoulders to get a better look at him. You had such a shocked expression but Kirishima only blinked back at you cluelessly.

“Mm, it didn’t take me long to find those villains,” he put a fist up.

“If it finished so long ago, then why are you still here? Shouldn’t you have gone back by now?”  you asked.

“I stayed for you,” he confessed, making your expression go soft. “I begged my agency to let me stay here for as long as I can. But now, I’ve been called back for another mission so I kind of have to move back. But I want you to come with me,” he insisted. But you felt a sudden panic rise in your chest. Moving to the city means a bigger chance of you bumping into those people. You didn’t know if you wanted to take the risk.

“Eijirou, I don’t know…” you hesitated.

“Are you worried about bumping into them?” Kirishima asked, his voice turning soft as if careful not to scare you anymore with his loud voice. You nodded your head.

“I’ll make sure they’ll never be around you,” he promised.

“But I don’t want to feel like you have to separate yourself from your friends. I don’t want to ruin your friendships,” you said, feeling so guilty. You didn’t want to be that girlfriend. The one who makes their boyfriend give up all their friends to be with you. That wasn’t fair.

“You won’t be. But I’ll keep a good eye out for you. If I know they are in the area, I’ll let you know so you can avoid them. I won’t force you to go out either, so you can stay home all day if you want,” he proposed.

“It does sound tempting… are you implying that I should be a stay at home girlfriend?” you teased.

“I am not forcing you to do anything,” he calmly responded, bringing you closer to him and leaned his forehead against yours which caused you to blush violently.

“Fine. But if I’m moving back with you to the city, we can’t be doing any of this,” you pointed with your fingers at how much skinship you two were showing.

“But we aren’t in public, are we? I can do this as much as I want, right?” he smirked and you couldn’t hide your smile.

“Yes…” you shyly say.

“Good. You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go now.”

You wished he was joking, but he was oh so serious. He kept his promise ever since moving back to the city. There was absolutely no form of PDA in the streets, but you were all cuddly in the sheets. When you were out together, it was almost as if you two didn’t know each other. There was no hand holding, there was no kissing, no hugging. There was barely any touching. But as soon as you got home from your outings, Kirishima was tackling you with all the love he had kept inside him. And even though you were to be kept a secret, everyone knew that Kirishima was taken.

“Oi, Kirishima! Let’s go drinking after patrol!” Denki would call out, inviting his friend to catch up after being ghosted. Denki, Sero, Mina and Bakugou were all gathered at the entrance of the Hero Agency Building, waiting for Kirishima to catch up with them.

“Sorry! My girl is cooking dinner tonight!” Kirishima apologized and his friends couldn’t get another word in before he was off running in the distance to get home to you. His friends looked at each other bewildered.

“Did he just say ‘my girl’?” Mina was too much in shock.

“Maybe it’s his mom,” Denki suggested. That just earned him a smack in the back of the head.

“And why wouldn’t he say ‘mom’ instead of ‘his girl’?” Mina tried to knock some sense into him.

“People have their preferences,” Denki tried to defend himself. But Mina just couldn’t believe that she was still friends with someone this stupid. Sero and Denki continued on about how it must be nice to be in a relationship. Bakugou gruffed and watched his friend disappear into the distance.

“Shitty hair has a woman now, huh?” Bakugou talked to himself. He kept that note in the back of his head and walked caught up with the friend group.

Kirishima loves making it known that he is taken and in love. My girl this, my girl that. If it had anything related to you, he would be boasting about you for hours.

“Nice tie! Where did you get it?”

“My girl bought it for me.”

“What you doing this weekend?”

“It’s my girl’s birthday. I’m taking her on a surprise trip.”

“Oi, who you buying flowers for?”

“My girlfriend. She’s been feeling a little down. Hope this cheers her up.”

And when the sacred question is asked of who his beloved girlfriend is, Kirishima would never tell. No one has to know that you were his. But he did make it a point to make sure that you knew who you belonged to behind closed doors.

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Kirishima knew he was doing a good job when you screamed his name with every thrust of his hips. Hands clutching the sheets, toes curled in delight, mouth agape with drool coming out the side. Kirishima couldn’t think of a better sight. He was for sure. But it took you quite a while to get used to his size. Your first time was so inexperienced but so special.

Given that your boyfriend was a bigger guy, you were expecting him to be big. God, he was much, much bigger than you were anticipating. The length, the girth. You weren’t sure how he was going to fit, especially with him being your first time. But Kirishima made sure to prep you real well. He knew this was going to be a challenge for you. You were anything but dry down there. And even though you felt so fucking good and so horny, you weren’t sure if his cock really could fit. Sure, his fingers were long and thick already, but his fingers can’t compare to his size. Kirishima lined himself up with your entrance, ready to enter you, but you grabbed onto his forearms and squeezed tightly.

“Ei, wait!” you shouted for him to stop. Kirishima didn’t move another inch. He listened and waited patiently for you, regardless how badly his cock ached to be inside. You looked up at him with pleading and clouded eyes, your heart racing at the speed of light. “What if it doesn't fit?” you questioned. Kirishima cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“We’ll go slow, baby. You want it, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip and eagerly nodded your head. Kirishima took his time placed small, wet kisses down the side of your face all the way down your neck. 

“Let me hear you say it. You want it, don’t you?” he asked again, his voice a little rougher this time. He teased your arousal by rubbing the tip of his red, aching cock just at the entrance, so you could feel how eager he was. You gasped even louder when now all you could feel was his long length rubbing against you.

“Ah~! Fuck! Yes! Yes, I want you so bad!” you begged. Kirishima smirked in the crook of your neck and slowly, painfully and agonizingly slow, entered you.

The rest was history.

Your first time was definitely new and scary. You never thought pain could hurt so good, and it only made you crave it even more. And when you experienced an orgasm for the first time… it had you seeing stars. The moment was so short. You just wanted to feel that again and again and again. But everything had to move slowly. The first few months were both of your trying different things, seeing what you both liked and didn’t like in bed. And in the beginning, you were so shy. You thought it was embarrassing that you were so horny all the time, not knowing that that feeling is normal. So you never asked for it directly. You waited until the mood was right and romantic, or when he was making the move. 

Little did you know, Kirishima loved it when you gave subtle hints to show him that you were in the mood. It let him know that you were equally as horny and bothered as he was. But he loved it even more to see you being more comfortable and confident in your own body. So of course, he has to please his pretty princess because you deserve everything in the world. He will drop everything and anything to come devour your pussy or feel you clench around him. Kirishima even left in the middle of patrol when he got your needy text one time. 

No matter how many times you ask for it, or how long you want it, Kirishima obliges without question. But you came to a realization that you never got the chance to please him in return. So when Kirishima has your legs wrapped around his waist, pinned against the door and smashing his lips against yours, that’s when you decided it was time.

The Pro-Hero’s hands were anything but polite, roaming every inch of your body, no corner left untouched. You were his, all his, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more of you, if that was even possible. He goes to kiss your neck and chest, leaving red marks here and there.

“Fuuuck, I wanna taste you so bad,” he groans, pushing you down on his erection, all the while thrusting his hips up to meet you in the middle. That shot an electric shock right to your pussy, making you crave him even more. You threw your head back against the door, gripping onto locks of his crimson, red hair.

“Gonna ride my face?” he asks. He waits for your answer, sucking on your supple skin, only imagining something else in his mouth. Your cheeks heated up as you tried to cover your face.

“Too shy…” you managed to mumble.

“You can do it, princess. You wanna cum?” he taunted you.

“Cum~...” you practically drooled at the thought. Kiri smirked. He knew your weak spot.

“Yeah?” he sweetly asks you. God, that fucking voice. “Yeah? You wanna cum on my face, princess?” you bit your lip and nodded your head like your life depended on you.

“Yes! Yes! Ei, Wanna cum~” you pleaded, rolling your hips to add some friction to your aching and sore core. He didn’t need to hear another word. He carried you from the door, back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down on the bed. Careful not to ruin the mood, Kirishima’s lips never left your body, not even for a single moment. If they did happen to detach, he was quick to find your body again but perhaps reattach at a different part of your body. Since your whole body needs loving. They deserved as much attention as your lovely lips. 

So he kisses down your neck.

“Ei,” you say his name breathlessly, trying to get his attention. But it was ignored as he kisses down to the mounds of your breasts.

“Ei,” you try again, but this time louder. But he was so distracted and you felt so good that maybe your voice got caught in your throat.

“Eiji!” you try yet again when he got to your stomach. But to no avail.

“Eijirou!” you finally got his attention. You looked down, eyes clouded with lust. He’s right above your sweet spot, ready to pull your shorts off but now his face is not hungry for you. Instead, he became worried because you never say his full name during sex.

“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asks. Your cheeks heat up once again, embarrassed that you might have ruined the mood.

“Uhm,” you start out but you weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to phrase that you wanted to suck his dick this time. Kirishima could see the hesitation in your eyes. He removed himself from your bottom half and climbed on top of you, but careful not to lay on you.

“Sorry, was I too much? Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?” he asks, scared that he said or did something that you weren’t a fan of. But actually, it was quite the opposite.

“I think I just want to do something else,” you whispered.

“Okay! Yeah, we can do that babe. What do you want to do?” he asks. You bit your lip and prepared yourself. Kirishima waited patiently for you to decide. No matter how badly you wanted to say it, something in you, was it the embarrassment? You weren’t sure. But something inside of you is preventing you from saying your thoughts aloud. Maybe actions will speak louder than words. You let your hand do the talking. You moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts and pulled on them. He looked down at where you were grabbing and he thinks he got the hint.

“You want to just have regular sex, baby?” he questions. No, no, that’s not what you wanted. You shook your head and continued to pull on his waistband. Kirishima was becoming confused. It’s not like he could read your mind. If he had that quirk, that would be so much easier to know what you wanted from him in this moment. You gave him one last puppy dog look and a sudden thought came to him.

“Don’t tell me…” he trails off. There was no way. His pretty, innocent girlfriend wants to do something so dirty as to suck his cock? “... you want to suck it?” Given your reaction, he hit it right on the money.

“Why did you say it like that?” you became even more embarrassed than you already were, fully covering your heated face. Kirishima laughed a hearty laugh, trying to uncover your face.

“I was just so surprised! Baby! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” He encouraged you. He took your arms and pinned them behind your head.

“Now then,” his voice went back to its sultry form. “Princess wants to suck my cock, hm?” 

“Yes, please,” you whispered. Kirishima grabbed your waist and flipped the both of you around so that he was laying down on the bed and you were on top of him. His shirt was long gone and was already in the process of pulling down his shorts and underwear. His cock sprang free from the elastic shorts, hitting his lower stomach in the process. 

Kirishima never had a hard time getting an erection. In fact, it was a little too easy for him. Anything you do, it could be from basic chores around the house or when you were purposely trying to seduce him, he would get hard. Even from the slightest touch from you. It’s not like you never wanted to give him a blowjob. But because he never had a hard time getting it up, he would only focus on making sure you were getting all the pleasure. So this was your first time seeing his cock so close up.

It smelled like him, maybe a little mustier with a mix of sweat and cologne. His length was impressive as always and when you wrapped your hand around his warm cock, you found out that you could barely touch your fingers together. He was darker than you were expecting, the tip being a bright red and precum dripping all the way down his length. It looked like it wanted to be cleaned up. So you stuck your tongue out, licking the salty liquid from the base up. The softness of your tongue making contact with him made Kirishima let out a loud moan, getting more comfortable in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. Your pussy already does wonders for him, but seeing your innocent mouth wrap around his dirty cock was a wonderfully different feeling. You tried to fit as much of him as you could, but his length wouldn’t allow you to swallow him whole. With the remaining length, you wrapped your hand around it while you tried your best at giving him a blowjob. You didn’t know what the hell you were doing. All you saw from those porn videos was that they could fit the biggest dicks in their mouth with no problem. But you couldn’t. Were you doing something wrong? So you tried again, going down and fitting as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, but with the tip hitting the back of your throat and you basically gagging, you felt discouraged.

“I can’t do it,” you whined, releasing him from your mouth to get some air. All the while, spit and drool was still connected from your mouth to his dick. Kirishima barely managed to open his eyes, feeling so much ecstasy but he needed to get his mind together for you.

“Can’t do what, baby?” he asks.

“I can’t deepthroat,” you said with a pout, almost in tears. How were you going to make him feel good if you couldn’t even deepthroat?

“You don’t have to do that, babe,” Kirishima tried letting you know. But you got confused. What does he mean that you didn’t have to?

“But, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” you asked. Kirishima let out a low chuckle and flashed you a reassuring smile.

“(y/n), what you’re doing now is perfect,” he said, grabbing your arm and motioned for you to come up.

“Are you sure? You want me to keep going?” you kept asking, feeling doubtful. You moved up to come face to face with your boyfriend and he cupped your face, giving you encouraging kisses.

“Can’t you see my cock pulsing right now. I very much want your mouth on me,” he whispered those dirty words in your ear. You looked down. And it was true. His cock was standing proudly, twitching, aching for you to touch him again.

So you continue sucking him off, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Kirishima closed his eyes again, the feeling of your wet mouth was getting him overwhelmed. Every time you went a little deeper or your tongue would brush past a vein or when you would moan and the vibrations added even more sensation, he would moan and groan even louder in response.You were doing a good job, great even. He didn’t want to scare you into anything since this was your first time doing something like this. He was trying so hard, using the tiniest ounce of respect he had left, to not push your head down on his cock. He wanted to pull your hair back, having his fists full of your hair and thrust into your mouth while you’re sucking him off. That would scare you off though. Kirishima had to opt to gripping the headboard behind him, trying so, so hard not to make any harsh movements.

Fuck, you were going at such a good pace, too that it was so hard for him. It was hard to resist you, even when he was watching your pretty lips suck his large cock, sucking him just like a lollipop. You must have known his tip was sensitive, because you loved to tease him at just the tip. Teasing and messing around with the angry, red tip with your tongue and then swallowing him whole again. It made Kirishima breathless each time. He wanted you to go at your own pace, to take your time and do what you think feels best, but god, he didn’t know how long he could take such agony. All he could do was watch you suck him off, moan and groan your name with passion. He was holding back so much, he was damn near close to tears.

“Am I doing okay?” you came up for air and wanted to check on your progress.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!” Kirishima exclaimed with a strained voice, a little too enthusiastically and urges you back down on his cock. “Come on, keep sucking my cock, just like that.” You were only worried because he was making such strange noises that he’s never made before and you thought that maybe you weren’t doing a good job. But the little surprise in your mouth made you think differently.

Sex became a regular thing for you. As it should be. You guys were a couple! It was normal and healthy for couples to have sex frequently. There were times when you had spontaneous sex. Like at the time after the gym. It was your first time going together as a couple. Now you wouldn’t consider yourself a gym girl or even liked working out, but Kirishima was a gym rat. If he wasn’t with you or at the agency, he was at the gym. He had to if he wanted to keep up that gorgeous physique of his. Regardless, he loved the gym. And you wanted to experience something that he loved, even if it was just once. When you told him that you wanted to join him on one of his sessions, he was over the moon.

You were standing in the living room, shyly wearing the workout outfit you had just bought. You had on tight leggings that accentuated all the curves of your ass and a crop top that wasn’t as tight, actually loosely fitted. But if you put your arms above your head, your sports bra would for sure show. Kirishima’s mouth hung open and the gym bag that was hung over his shoulders was now on the floor.

“You wanna come with me to the gym?” he asked, making sure that he wasn’t just imagining things.

“Is that okay?” you asked.

“More than okay!” he said happily.

“And is this outfit appropriate? Do girls wear this?” you were concerned, looking down at what you were wearing.

“Even if it wasn’t, I’d punch anybody who says differently,” he reassured you.

And so, your boyfriend showed you around the gym. Everything was so overwhelming, you didn’t know where to start. There was a whole room for just cardio related stuff. And then there was the weight room where Kirishima spends all his time.

“You can go upstairs and do cardio if the weight room is too intimidating for you,” he told you. You looked past him at the guys lifting the heavy weights. There weren’t many people in the gym at this time. But to the people who were here, they were all so buff. They all looked like they knew what they were doing. And it was intimidating as fuck. But you didn’t want to be separated from him.

“I can just follow you,” you decided. Kirishima gave you a smile.

“It is your first time. You can just follow my routine. We’ll just use little to no weights, okay babe?” you nodded and silently followed him into the weight room.

Kirishima didn’t realize what he was getting himself into when bringing you to the gym. He thought it was going to be a fun time, sharing a hobby that he loved with you. It was supposed to be a bonding experience together. Not a horny experience.

You really meant no harm. But Kirishima was losing his patience every time you were bending down in front of him. Sure, he was looking down at your ass every now and then, because those leggings were doing wonders for you. But damn. It’s like you were doing this on purpose, to make him all hot and bothered and needy. He wasn’t able to focus on his workout because all he was paying attention to was your body. His eyes became dark when it was your turn to lift the weights.

Kirishima waited from behind as you grabbed the smallest weights and got into position. But Kiri let out a shaky breath and stared at your ass when you bent down to pick up those weights. And when you arched your back, it was like you wanted him to take you right there and then. Like you were inviting him to rip those poor leggings open and devour you in front of all these people. Thank god he was wearing compression shorts because everyone, including you, could see what you were doing to him. As soon as you got home, Kirishima wasted no time in stripping you naked and got to business.

Though, the spontaneous sex was fun, you would always love the romantic sex. There was always so much passion and so much love. Like when Kiri came home from work, super exhausted and dirty from a villain fight. Thankfully, he didn’t have too many scratches or wounds, but all he wanted when he got home was to just be by your side. You knew Kirishima loved this job. But you couldn’t help but gasp every time he walked through those doors.

“Ei, baby! You okay?” you immediately cradled him in your arms, his head resting on your shoulders. His body was black with dirt and he wasn’t his usual cheerful self. This fight must have really gotten to him.

“Did you win, my love?” you patted his back tenderly, trying to lighten the mood. That got you a chuckle.

“Always,” he responded. You smiled.

“Let me run a bath for you,” you whisper and Kirishima released you.

Intimate moments like this are what you loved the moment. Kirishima sitting in the tub, too exhausted to clean himself, so you offered. You cleaned and washed his hair, getting off all the gel in his hair so that it was now at its natural state. You scrubbed the dirt and grime off his body, but not too harshly in case there were other wounds you couldn’t see. And Kirishima laid in the warm water, back against the tub and arms out to the side, relaxed at your gentle touch.

“Thank you, (y/n),” Kiri genuinely thanked you. You hugged his neck from behind and kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s the least I can do, baby. Your job is tough enough as it is, let me take care of you,” you said, sweetly. Your pampering wasn’t done when he was squeaky clean. Since he was sitting in hot water and his muscles were relaxed, you surprised him with a massage, starting with his shoulders. Kiri leaned even more into you, if that was even possible. You worked his shoulders, down his arms and to his chest. You happened to take a quick glance and it looks like someone is hard. You smirked, kissing his cheek. Then down his neck. Kiri moved his head so you could get better access. You continued to kiss down, sliding your hands down his chest, then to his abs and finally, to the place where he needs the most release.

You gripped his cock in your hands, ever so slowly moving your hand up and down. You were in no rush, taking your time feeling his cock get even harder in your hand. Kirishima groaned and tried rutting his hips into your hands, but you let go.

“Fuck, why’d you let go,” he groaned in his husky voice.

“Like I said, let me take care of you,” you kissed his cheek. When you knew that he wouldn’t try another trick again, you got back to it. Slowly jerking him off, allowing the feeling in the pit of his stomach build in an agonizingly slow pace. It wasn’t helping Kiri either that the combination of your hand and your kisses were driving him insane. It was too slow and Kirishima was too impatient. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the tub with him. You screamed at the sudden action and before you realized it, you were straddling him in the tub.

“Eijirou!” You screamed at him. He only gave you a cheeky look. “Look what you did! I’m all wet now!” you complained.

“Looks like we have to get these clothes off ya now,” his eyes turn lustful.

“You are so bad!” you say as he leans in and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. 

“Take your shirt off,” he demands, momentarily breaking your kiss. You don’t question him and slide your shirt off over your head. Kirishima repositions you so that you were more comfortable, but that means you were sitting right on his hard on, his tip teasing your aroused entrance. Kirishima may have ruined your romantic gesture, but he made up with it with equally romantic sex … and maybe giving you one of the hardest orgasms you’ve ever had.

Kirishima’s group of friends, for years, does not have a face or even know a name to said girlfriend. They couldn’t understand why it was such a secret. He was always talking about his girlfriend, he would have certainly slipped your name by accident by now. But his lips were sealed. Everyone thought he was lying. But there were times when he would come to work in new hickories or scratches that were very visible given his hero costume. So they, really Mina, took it upon themselves to figure out who Kirishima’s girlfriend was. 

It was after work, and these tall, buff, very noticeable heroes were sneaking around town, trying not to get caught. They climbed the building next to Kirishima’s apartment, all the way to the rooftop. Unfortunately, none of their quirks had the ability to have superhuman vision, so they had to go the old fashioned route: binoculars.

“This is fucking stupid,” Bakugou complained, crossing his arms together and actually looking away while the rest of the squad was huddled together. He didn’t know why he came along, but he couldn’t care less about who his friend was dating.

“Come on! You’re telling me you're not a little bit curious on who Kirishima’s dating?” Denki asked.

“Not really,” Bakugou huffed. But the other three were too curious that they resorted to this kind of method to find out.

“Which one is his apartment again?” Mina asked, searching up and down the apartment, looking through all the rooms before finally finding the right one. “Eek! Found him!” Mina exclaimed and that really got the boys' attention, including Bakugou’s. Sero and Denki pressed against Mina, begging her to let them have one look. They only got lucky finding Kirishima because he just so happened to be doing dishes, which were right in front of the window.

“Do you see his girlfriend?” Denki asked.

“What’s he doing?” Sero butt in.

“No. He’s just doing dishes,” Mina said disappointedly and passed the binoculars on to someone else. As both Sero and Denki took turns, it was true. They were disappointed to see no girl anywhere.

“Maybe his girlfriend doesn’t live with him,” Sero pointed out.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” Mina face palmed her forehead.

“I did. You just didn’t want to listen to me,” Bakugou retorted.

“Oi, Bakugou. Want to have a look?” Denki passed him the binoculars.

“And be a stalker? No thanks,” Bakugou declined.

“Come on. You’re already here. Can’t hurt to take one look,” Denki tempted him. Bakugou rolled his eyes and forcefully took the binoculars out of his hands and took a look. He expected to see his fiery red haired friend to do dishes and that was that. But then he saw a familiar looking face come up behind his friend to give him a hug while he was finishing up dishes. Bakugou straightened up and focused in more closely. And the more he paid attention, the more he knew he was right. There was no denying who his girlfriend was. You and Kiri were both laughing, splashing water on each other, looking so happy together. Bakugou clenched the binoculars at the sight. He couldn’t look any longer. He harshly handed Denki the binoculars back and headed for the door.

“I’m leaving,” he said harshly. When Bakugou pushed past Mina, she could see that he was… heartbroken? Mina quickly took the binoculars back and had a look for herself. And when she saw what Bakugou had seen, she tried to reach out for him.

“Wait, Bakugou!” Mina called out. But it was too late. He was already gone.

Sounds of skin slapping and muffled whimpering were echoing all throughout your apartment one morning. Kirishima had you on your stomach, ass in the air, fucking you mercifully from behind as you tried to muffle your noises using a pillow. You were embarrassed on how much you were moaning so you tried not to be too loud. But Kiri didn’t like when you did that. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the base and lifted you up.

“Let me hear that pretty voice,” he demanded in your ear.

“Ei~ji~rou~,” you called out, a strained moan came out with every hard thrust.

“That’s it, baby. Come on. You want to cum again?” Kiri bribed you. Hearts shot through your eyes and drool escaping the side of your mouth.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!” you chimed, already feeling that magical feeling coursing through your lower region. Thinking that he was going to let you cum again had you so excited that you didn't know what to do. You wanted to hold onto him, any part of him and hold him close as you came, but he was behind you and you couldn’t grab onto him at all. All you had to grip in your hands was the sheets below you.

“Keep saying my name,” Kiri demanded, not slowing down his pace at all. He rested his hands on your ass, giving it a good squeeze and a smack for good luck. He slid his cock in and out of your slick folds, fully pulling out and slamming back into you again. He knew just how you liked it, passionate with a bit of roughness to him. And that move got you seeing stars every time.

“Eijirou~!” you repeated his name over and over again.

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m so close,” he said, closing his eyes and fucked you even faster, trying to reach his own climax.

“Yes, cum in me. Cum in me please,” you begged. He was hitting all the right spots, especially your sweet spot. Where he hit every damn time.

“You’d like that, huh? You want my cum in your pretty pussy? Wanna see it leak out, huh naughty girl?” Kiri clenched his teeth as he said all those dirty things to you. Fuck, he could feel himself about to burst, he was so, so close. Just a little bit more and…

Ding dong.

You both froze. Fuck, you were being so loud and someone just had to ring the doorbell? You were sure they heard you. You ducked your head back into the pillows, embarrassed. But Kirishima was so close to cumming, he continued thrusting in you.

“Eiji, you’re not going to get that?” you asked, completely out of the zone of sex.

“(y/n), I’m so close. Let me fuck ya until I’m done, yeah?” he tried convincing you. Truthfully, that sudden intrusion took him out a bit, but now he was getting back into the zone and felt himself getting close again.

“But, it could be my Amazon order,” you said, still feeling amazing from his gifted package but also bringing it back to reality.

“They can wait,” Kirishima ignored the doorbell.

Ding dong.

It rang again.

“Babe, go get the door,” you insisted, reaching behind you and patting his arm. And then, it was like he had pissed off the sex gods and they were punshing him by not cuming. The doorbell rang and rang and rang. It was a consistent ringing, like the person at the door wouldn’t let up until someone opened the door.

“Shit!” Kirishima cursed, finally pulling out of you. You know you had told him to answer the door, but you were still feeling empty without him inside you. You flipped over and Kirishima captured your lips in a deep kiss.

“You’re fucking getting it later,” he promised when he let go. You giggled and pecked all over his face.

“Thank you,” you sang and Kiri waved you off, putting on a pair of sweats and beelined for the door.

Kirishima roughly opened the door in annoyance, his sweaty and glistening chest heaving up and down from his previous activity. He glared at the person who wouldn’t shut up and ruined his orgasm. But then was surprised to see a spiky blonde hero at the door with his signature smug look and not a delivery man.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima questioned. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re not going to let me in?” Bakugou questioned back, trying to step in the apartment but Kirishima blocked him.

“Sorry. My girl is over,” Kirishima refused entry.

“Eiji, was that my package?” you called from the bedroom, wondering why it was taking him such a long time. Kirishima knew that his friend could hear your voice clearly. And he knew that Bakugou knew something was up by the look he gave him. Kirishima started to panic, trying to think of something to say or give some type of excuse. But before he knew it, you came into view wearing Kirishima’s oversized shirt.

“Honey, what is taking so-” you ruffled your hair. And then you froze. Oh, you screwed up. Who you were expecting at the door was supposed to be some delivery man or even a random stranger, not your ex from high school. Kirishima had a panic look on his face while Bakugou looked like he was going to explode. You couldn’t even run away anymore. Your secret was exposed.

#kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #boku no hero academia #kirishima #kirishima smut #mha kirishima #kirishima imagine #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha imagine #mha imagine

[galedekarios]

oc meme

name: altonaufein, kulg llarzoran ithrana d'qu'ellar hlarahel

ages ago, when i was trying to find a name for my drow cleric, i was looking to create a drow name and drow house name that would reflect the role he would play within his house, while at the same time reflecting his backstory and journey:

altonaufein -> powerful, eyes of / seer of the way kulg -> male offspring in the house llarzoran -> three, thirdborn ithrana -> name of his mother, matron of the house d'qu'ellar -> of house hlarahel -> seers of, the gods

nickname: alton

alton has been called a lot of things in his life.

he was named altonaufein at birth, his designation as a male is kulg llarzoran ithrana d'qu'ellar hlarahel. during his captivity, he was called auflaque. when he finally fled and made it to the settlement, surrounding a small ilmater temple, he was called treated both with suspicion and fear, but also kindness and an open hand. he was called alton only ever by karl. in time, gale comes to call him alton too - and much, much later alurlssrin.

gender: male

star sign: aries

height: 160 cm, on the taller side for a drow

orientation: gay

race: drow

romancing: karl eifers (oc), gale dekarios

i've written more about alton's backstory and karl's part in it here in more detail.

fave fruit: wild strawberries. one of the first little fanciful things on the surface he took a liking to. at camp, he can often be found reading a book he nicked from the grove. the flora and fauna of faerun.

fave season: late summer, early autumn.

alton enjoys the balmy warmth around that time of year, a contrast to the cold dampness of ust natha that has seeped into his bones.

fave flower: wood anemones. they grew plentiful around the small settlement and ilmater temple that altonaufein lived at before the nautiloid attack.

fave scent: the crisp smell of a cold forest, the salty sea breeze, the soap-clean scent of skin

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: ever since i found coffee in the actual game, i am convinced that alton would drink tons of it. only making his anxiety & overthinking worse too.

average sleep hours: four. a trance usually lasts that long. he's a very light sleeper due to necessity and his paranoia about being found and brought back to the underdark. to ust natha.

i do think that after the game, once he's settled fully into his new life in waterdeep, with gale's coaxing and own habits, he sleeps in more and more, and trances longer.

dogs or cats: cats. alton isn't really used to pets at all. the first experience he had with them was back at the temple where karl fed a little anxious thing of a black cat. sometimes it would curl up to him and he would freeze and just let it do its thing, confused when it started purring up a storm.

but he learned to find it comforting. it was rewarding to pet it and treat it gently, learn to give and receive affection in this way.

dream trip: i don't think alton has one. he's too focused on them surviving the journey. reaching waterdeep maybe. for gale.

amount of blankets: one. he's very utalitarian and can make do with nothing at all if need be. yet again, once settled in waterdeep, he's very much able to learn to enjoy the finer things in life.

random fact(s):

-he's not a perfect eilistraeen and has little knowledge about her or her customs, gale helps him learn & shares what knowledge he has, as eilistraee has a bond with mystra and is known in waterdeep - and through this, they bond during the very early days of the journey -he always wears an ilmater pendant, stolen from karl, and it's his most priced possession -he later buys a medaillon, holding a small piece of parchment (on it are written the names of those important to him, people who have been kind to him - it's a reminder of how far he's come, a motivation to keep going, to keep fighting no matter how grim things are) -alton can't swim and is afraid of deeper water (he wouldn't ever show that fear) -he adopts myshka and takes him to waterdeep

tagging (with zero pressure): @ayrennaranaaldmeri, @messiahzzz, @lairofsentinel, @shibepetter, @rahabs, @wild-magic-oops, @friberchi, @leopardmuffinxo, @hawke, @zahra-hydris, @thenightsong, @fuzzy-set, @inkberrry, @waterdeep

if anyone else wants to do this, please do so and feel free to tag me. 🖤

#trying to distract myself #hoping it works #ch: altonaufein #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #text: personal

[marivenah]

WIP Wednesday (+ Music Monday)

hello everyone, I was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat and @cloudofbutterflies92 to post a wip + some tunes, also by @inafieldofdaisies for music monday, thank you all 🧡

sending no pressure tags to: @risingsh0t @bbrocklesnar @carlosoliveiraa @captmactavish @alexxmason @onehornedbeast @nightbloodbix @finding-comfort-in-rain @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @voidika @thedeadthree @shadowglens @corvosattano @jackiesarch @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @kyber-infinitygems @leviiackrman @captastra @macs-babies @gwynbleidd @dickytwister

it's the first wip post of 2024 (AND on the first wednesday of 2024 too! wow!) and it has been going well so far! everything I'm sharing now was also written in 2024 I know yall keep saying I shouldn't apologize for sharing too much writing but I do feel bad when the snippets are really long. with that being said, apologies for these snippets.. they are really long :')

The first one is a song only. I'm writing for Zoiya again! After I reworked her playlist a little, inspiration came back. Now I want to finally write out all of the notes I have for her. And this song is just peak her:

The second one is for Bonnie, my new Coral Island girl. Just a silly little idea I had + the song that served as my biggest inspiration for her character in general:

Everything hurts. There are muscles hurting — aching — Bonnie didn’t even know could hurt like that. What an utmost wonderful time it was to live without pain. How she took it for granted. Now it’s just a memory. A blurry memory.

The heat of the sun burning on her skin was never a pleasant feeling to begin with but now with the extreme brightness on top? Torture. She was hoping her giant white summer hat could be of help. Turns out it’s a traitor. Just like her pink, heart-shaped, way too big for her face, sunglasses; the sunlight finds its way through them and stings in her eyes.

At this point she wonders why she left her house in the first place. If the farmer ever gets to have a free day, it should be today, when she’s on the brink of falling apart.

At least the morning was rather quiet. Only the soft back and forth of the ocean can be heard. Bonnie inhales the salty scent of the water. Maybe this can soothe the pain, as long as it stays quiet.

“Hungover all by yourself, gorgeous?”

Bonnie flinches slightly — as much as possible in her state — at the sudden noise.

The greeting is followed by a chaste kiss on her cheek, but she pays the man no attention and simply answers with a grumble.

“Did you sleep well?”, he asks. As if he doesn’t know.

She’s so unbelievably offended by the question, she clenches her jaw, ignores the pain and her view follows him as he sits down next to her.

The anger doesn’t last for long though. And it’s not just because he’s pretty — damn him, this would be a lot easier if he wasn’t — but because he’s actually present to check on her. One would think this is the bare minimum when you’re dating but she can’t help but appreciate it. He never leaves his home at such an early time.

And speaking of which, Bonnie has no clue how she got home safely last night. The memory of the last few hours before she found sleep are gone but she might have an idea. Another reason why she can’t be mad at him. She wants to be but can’t.

By now her glare has turned into a frown, accompanied by a barely-there pout.

It delights him.

This hurts just as much as the headache. The day is getting worse by the minute. Or maybe it’s just the hangover and Bonnie is overreacting. She hasn’t been drinking this much ever since her college days.

With a groan her head drops flat onto the coffee table. Either it didn’t hurt, or she simply can’t determine it from her already aching head.

“Do you want me to get you some coffee?”, he asks.

Bonnie answers him without lifting her head off the table. All he can hear are muffled noises.

He leans in closer to her, trying to somehow make out what she’s saying. Without much success.

“So, no coffee?”

A pause. Followed by a singular dragged out muffled noise. This one was an obvious ‘no’.

---

The last snippet is for my original story, Snowfall. I imagine everything written in italics plays as a little montage, accompanied by this song: (strangely enough, despite its setting and plot, this is the main song for the whole story)

When does one feel content? Does it come with comfort? It always did but they don't come as a package deal. Or so she heard.

Thinking about one’s feelings is strange. … But the mind travels to strange places when left unsupervised. Exploring new ones, revisiting old ones. Never does it ask, it just does at it pleases. Even when the heart begs for the trip to end as it can’t take the ache anymore. And sometimes, the mind gives in when the lamentation becomes too much to bear. Then, it tries to help — to soothe — to make up for the uncontrolled yearning and drags one’s attention elsewhere.

The only way Sól’s mind can ease the pain is to make sure she’s content. And that’s when it has to ask; when does she feel content?

When the emptiness is filled? When the loneliness vanished? To have someone with you who doesn’t just make you feel safe but who also gives you the feeling of being needed — that you make them feel safe, too. At the darkest of nights, when the room is being illuminated by the city’s neon lights. Those which, through the eyes of a child, seem fun and colourful, though as you grow, they become bleak and unbearable. But, when they’re the only source of light for you to see in that darkness, to see a face — one you have never witnessed before in a state like this; calm and relaxed — then you grow fond of them again. You thank them, silently — with a smile on your lips because it’s a rather silly thought — and hope they will stay for the countless nights to come. You would never want to miss it again. And to make sure it won’t fade you form it into a memory, by tracing your fingertips over every spot that is so dear to you. Soft skin to skin contact that fills you with warmth. You smile. You’re content.

A note written with blood.

When you’re reminded of that frightening past in the middle of the night? Though you soon realize that it’s not getting dug out to taunt you but to alleviate that sorrow. To discover that you’re not the only one, that you’re not so different and although listening almost feels like revisiting, you remain. As much as you expect it to hurt, in the end it mitigates the pain. Two halves became one and the memory doesn’t weigh as heavy when conjoint souls carry this burden together. The spark ignites into a flame. You’re content.

The glass cracked.

When you thought your whole world fell apart? You crashed and burned. But after horror faded and the screams died out, you realize your whole world is here, with you, in your arms. It all lead to this. And the bliss you thought had vanished; you’re in the middle of it. You’ll never let it go again. You’d rather tore this place asunder. This time you will make sure to keep what is dear to you safe, make sure it will always find sleep in your arms. You’re content.

The silence chokes you out.

When you’re at a place you once called home? A place you swore never to return to because it stole your joy, your peace, your childhood. But now you see that it prepared you. For the hell that never sleeps, a hell that never gave you the chance to breathe. Because it takes. It takes everything that you love and still hungers for more. Never satisfied. In here, though, you can’t hear the growling. You’re shielded, the noise gets drowned out. And only two remain beside you. A love of the past, of the present, and the future. And remnants of a love almost forgotten. Piece them together and it becomes all that you have, all that is dear to you, all that is you. You’re content.

And your mind forms these memories, engrains them into your soul, so you never lose them again. A double-edged sword. They bring bliss as much as they bring misery. But she endures it. She has to.

Her view lowers to the little boy in her arms. Sound asleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing lifting her arm ever so slightly. It’s good to see that at least one can find sleep in these times. Sól keeps watch and makes sure it stays this way. You’re content.

#wip tag #i might make one of these tag list posts for tag games soon

[praetorqueenreyna]

For our little ACOTAR gift exchange! This is a gift fic for @taymartiart, who is one of the BEST artists I've ever met! When asked what she wanted me to write, she said "accidental dick pic." This was so much fun, I love silly modern AUs! Enjoy!

Read here on AO3, or continue reading below:

Rhysand was about ready to silence his phone for the evening. It had been pinging non-stop as war raged on in the group chat. It had started with Mor saying she was craving a sparkling water, and Cassian replying to ask why she liked drinking raw sewage. That had been two hours ago, long past the point that Rhysand thought it was funny. He had also found Amren’s threat to murder Cassian by replacing his blood with sparkling water a little alarming.

There were a few minutes of peace where his phone made no noise at all. The reprieve was interrupted by a lone ding. Rhysand sighed, fully expecting the barrage to begin once again. When it didn’t, he risked actually checking his phone. The text was not from the group chat (ironically named “The Inner Circle” after Mor got way too into mafia movies, and Rhysand didn’t know how to change it), but was from Tamlin. It was a welcome distraction. Tamlin was a little weird, but Rhysand liked him. They had both started off as their fathers’ proteges, expected to take on the family business. Rhysand had fulfilled his end of the bargain, and Tamlin had run off to play guitar in coffee shops around town. An absolutely ridiculous career move, but it was endearing, in its own way.

It didn’t hurt that Tamlin was super hot and also into guys. Rhysand wasn’t too proud to admit that. He had tested the waters, putting on his most seductive voice to tease Tamlin, always just on the edge of outright flirtation. Every time, Tamlin turned a splotchy red and adorably ducked his head, which only made Rhysand want to do it again.

There was no text preview for the message; it only had an attached image. Rhysand opened it and blinked. He had worked a long day, and surely he was hallucinating. Staring at his phone didn’t change anything, and he finally accepted that Tamlin had sent him a picture of his dick.

It was nice, both the dick itself and the picture. Good size, good lighting, good angle. The photo captured his well-defined abs and a small tattoo on his hip bone. Rhysand zoomed in on the picture to see that the tattoo was a name. Alex, maybe? Or Alec? He had no idea why Tamlin had sent him this. The last text exchanged between them was from a week ago, when Rhysand had asked if he was playing this weekend. Nothing to indicate that the next step would be dick pics.

More curious than upset, Rhysand quickly typed out a message.

”Nice tattoo. Ex boyfriend?”

Tamlin began replying right away, in a series of rapid fire messages.

”What?”

“Oh.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh no no no no no.”

“I am SO sorry!!!! I didn’t mean to send that to you!!! I’d never do something like that!!!”

The overuse of exclamation points aside, Rhysand felt bad for him.

”It’s all good, I swear. Not the first dick I’ve seen.”

The reply was instantaneous.

”Oh good!! Not that you’ve seen dicks, that you’re not mad. I’m really sorry.

He probably could have ended it there, but Rhysand was intrigued.

”Who was it for?”

Tamlin didn’t respond for a bit, and Rhysand worried he had overstepped. It was an unexpected relief when another message came in.

”Some guy from Grindr. A friend signed me up for it because I haven’t gone on a date in a while. His name also begins with an R.”

The thought of Tamlin and his awkward demeanor cruising on Grindr was honestly hilarious. This friend had to have been fucking with him. Then again, he never would have expected Tamlin to send a dick pic to a random guy on a dating app, and here they were.

”Already at the dick pic stage? Seems like it's getting serious.”

This time, the reply was faster.

”Ha ha. I actually haven’t even met him yet. We were just talking and he asked for a picture. I’ve never done that before and thought what the hell. And then immediately fucked it up.”

Tamlin was way too sweet and sincere for the guys on Grindr. Thinking fast, Rhysand searched for and downloaded a photo of the Washington Monument. Before he could let Tamlin stew in his self pity for too long, he sent:

”We’ve all fucked up. I’ll send you a pic too, so we’re even.”

He attached the downloaded photo, only thinking to question the joke after he had sent it. It was familiar, bordering on flirtatious. The kind of thing he’d usually only send to Azriel or Cassian. His phone pinged.

”No wonder your ego is huge.”

Another text came in, this time a photo of a male mallard with the title “duck pic.” Rhysand actually laughed. He shot back something about the head of the duck being bright green, and maybe he should get that looked at. Tamlin coyly asked if he knew any good doctors. Holy shit, was Tamlin hitting on him? He knew that Rhysand was a doctor; more accurately a surgeon, working in his father’s clinic.

Rhysand found himself draped over the couch, texting with Tamlin for over an hour. The mortifying start to their conversation seemed to loosen something in him. He was funnier and more charming than Rhysand had ever seen. It felt special, to have Tamlin be so open with him. The thought of Tamlin being like this with “random guy from Grindr who’s name begins with R” filled Rhysand with a seething hot emotion that he eventually identified as jealousy.

When the conversation seemed like it was drifting to an end, Rhysand made his move. He selected one of his own pictures from a hidden folder on his phone (yes he had his own dick pics saved for occasions like this) and sent it. He waited a few seconds, then wrote:

”If you want to keep going, give me a call.”

The urge to throw his phone across the room overwhelmed him. He resorted to putting it face down on the coffee table and staring pointedly at the ceiling. The next minute was the longest of his life. But then, like a miracle, his phone began to ring.

*****************************

One month later

“You owe me a thank you drink.”

“What did you do now?” Tamlin asked, only giving half of his attention to the giant man sitting on the floor. His roommate was supposed to be helping him set up, which mostly just involved finding a stool for Tamlin to sit on. Mission accomplished, Andras sat back on his hands, watching as Tamlin fiddled with his guitar. The coffee shop was almost empty, but it would start to fill up as Tamlin’s set started. He was a regular here.

“Don’t try that innocent act on me, I know all your secrets.” Andras pointed an accusing finger. “You found a hookup on Grindr. You’re welcome.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did. I know all the signs. Lucien and I barely see you anymore, you haven’t brooded in weeks, and I found this in your backpack.” For his final exhibit, Andras brandished a small foil packet that revealed itself to be a condom when he stopped shaking it around.

“Stop that!” Blushing, Tamlin snatched the condom out of Andras’s hand. “Why were you going through my backpack anyway?”

“Don’t change the subject. Who is it? That guy with the blue hair? What was his name, Ryan?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Tamlin’s second roommate, Lucien, asked, appearing as if summoned by an omniscient being that wanted to ruin Tamlin’s life.

“Tamlin’s new boy toy,” Andras answered before Tamlin could.

“Ooooooh. Is it that guy with the septum piercing? Rowan?”

Tamlin was about to tell them that he was moving out and they were never allowed to talk to him again when his gaze caught a familiar dark-haired figure swagger into the coffee shop. His heart stuttered, his breath caught in his throat. Rhys sat down at a table near his little stage, leaning back in the seat. He saw Tamlin staring and grinned, waggling his fingers obnoxiously in greeting.

Of course, Rhys had known where he was going. Tamlin had come here straight from Rhys’s apartment, having barely escaped from the lean arms that had grabbed at him, inviting him back into the comforting warmth of Rhys’s bed. Tamlin just hadn’t thought that Rhys would actually show up.

Too late, he remembered that he was in public, being scrutinized by the two people who knew him better than they knew themselves. He watched in horror as Andras and Lucien looked back and forth between Tamlin and Rhysand. Recognition dawned on their faces. At the same time, they said,

“No fucking way.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamsand #tamlin #rhysand #tamlin/rhysand #fanfic #my fic #MERR CHRISMAS TAY #HUGS AND KISSES

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Imagine a perfect world where angela and roland got to go to hamhampangpang together. imagine

every fuckig day i imagine, buddy..... like yes yes the themes and horrors but also consider . iwant them to hang out and have a nice time together? shrimply.

anyway i simply believe that angela would be the type to try literally anything in front of her with a straight face. in the name of science and curiosity. yknow that post thats "when i was a kid my dad gave me a candied onion as a prank and was disappointed when i just happily ate it"? thats her, in my heart. logically she understands what is and isnt typical, but shes going to do it anyway, completely unflinchingly, because she wants to find out.

dont know your spice tolerance? no problem. just jump right in. just. just do it, yeah. no big deal. just the "angela im not sure what you were expecting, maybe try something a little milder next-- hey. hey dont eat Another one, angela--" yknow. with all the confidence of someone who knows but doesnt Know. and all the stubbornness of someone who can find out on their own thank you, she doesnt need to be babied. yes a drink would be nice, thank you.

but then comes the question. would her palate be Ridiculously Mild or Ridiculously Intense? because on th one hand, she has not eaten very much of anything ever really, so its not like shes Adjusted to it. but on the other, she Is shifting from No sense to Yes sense, so itd make sense if it just slowly clicked with time.

what im saying is, angela walking around downing a straight black coffee from chesed because its the only thing strong enough for her to Actually Taste

#all im saying is angela should be allowed to commit little a food crimes. as a treat. <3 #pikasks #projmoon #anyway thanks for th excuse to riff abt this it was on my mind all morning bc of that fuckig. Your Fave Drinks A Monster Energy blog kdjgnd

[harrywavycurly]

Going off the sweet home Alabama thing I’d legit kill for some random arguments or bickering from Eddie and the reader like give me them fighting like an old married couple Sarah!!🤣💕

Hello babes!! I am obsessed with the idea of Eddie and you being together since like middle school so you two just know exactly how to annoy me another😂 so enjoy babes!!💖

-also this is VERRRYY dramatic lol lots of cussing and bickering but it’s what I imagine it would be like being married to Eddie for a long ass time would be like if you’ve know him your whole life✨

*Eddie swears you’re the one person he’s ever felt like strangling while also wanting to kiss but hey that’s married life right? Lol*

“What in the actual fuck is this?” “It’s light beer.” “Why’s it in our fridge?” “Because you like to drink beer after work and I am a nice wife and make sure you’re never out.” “If you were a nice wife you wouldn’t buy this beer flavored water.” “You’ll get used to it Eddie don’t be so dramatic.” “I know you’re not calling me dramatic when you’re the one who was yelling at me from the porch yesterday about not having any coffee creamer.” “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t such an asshole and used the last of it and didn’t tell me while I was at the store and could’ve gotten more.” “So this is payback is that it? I used your creamer so you buy me watered down beer?” “Oh just shut up and drink the damn beer Edward.”

“Can I ask you a question?” “Sure baby what’s up?” “Do your hands work?” “What? Yeah they work…” “okay so why can’t you use them to load your fucking dishes into the dishwasher?” “I was in a rush this morning and forgot to put my bowl in the dishwasher I’m sorry.” “Are you in a rush right now?” “I might be…depending on if you’re about to yell at me or not…” “go look in the sink Eddie and tell me who’s shit is in there.” “I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say mine?” Ding ding! You’re the winner Mr. Munson!” “You’re on fire tonight baby.” “I’m about to light a damn fire under your ass if you don’t go in there and do this dishes.” “All you had to do was ask me to do the dishes sweetheart.” “I did…over an hour ago.” “Oh…shit.”

“I just said I like the blue one better that’s all.” “But I’m wearing the red one so why would you bother telling me you like the other dress better when I’m clearly not wearing it?” “Because you asked me if I liked the blue or the red one…” “god you’re so annoying haven’t you learned anything by now?” “I’ve learned plenty. Mainly that you’re fucking ridiculous and always want to ask me my opinion on your outfit when we are already running late to our dinner reservation.” “I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who just told me you didn’t like my outfit.” “I didn’t say that. I just said I like the blue one better.” “But I’m not wearing the blue one.” “I’m fucking aware of that baby I do have eyes that work perfectly fine.” “Oh good so you’ll be able to find your way to the couch tonight just fine.” “I’m not sleeping on the couch because you asked me a trick question.” “Oh yes you are.” “You really sometimes make me consider jail time.” “You’d look horrible in country orange.” “I can’t stand you.” “Yes you can now come help me unzip this so I can put the blue one on you asshole.”

“I didn’t do anything.” “Really? So the car just magically got a dent the size of California on the front bumper on its own?” “Yup.” “Baby just tell me what happened okay?” “Our neighbor doesn’t take his fucking trash cans in and I was leaving for the store and it just came out of nowhere.” “A trashcan…that doesn’t even have wheels on it…just came out of nowhere?” “Yes Eddie…don’t fucking laugh at me you asshole.” “Now were you putting on your damn chapstick when this trashcan just jumped into the middle of the road?” “Maybe…” “You’re gonna be the death of me I just know it.” “Only if you’re lucky.” “You gotta be more careful baby. Both eyes on the road when you’re driving okay?” “Yeah yeah I know.” “If you know then why did you go head to head with a trashcan and barley win?” “I mean have you seen the trashcan? I totally won that fight.” “I’d hope so.” “We also might owe Mr. Thomas a new trashcan…” “Of course we do.” “Don’t look at me like that it was an accident.” “You need to have your license taken away.” “Says the one who ran over a whole nativity scene once and didn’t think to stop so the poor snowman display also got massacred.” “Oh come on I was fifteen.” “So? It doesn’t change the fact it happened.” “You’re the one who acts like you get bonus points for ever curb you hit and don’t get me started on how many times you’ve ran out of gas in the middle of the road because you never check the tank before leaving the house.” “Well I wouldn’t have to check if my husband did a better job of keeping the tank full for me.” “Filling your gas tank wasn’t in the vows baby.” “I didn’t think I needed to add it…” “that’s what you get for thinking.” “That was rude Edward Munson.” “Sorry baby I love you…what are you doing? Put the phone down baby…there’s no need to call Wayne.” “Uncle Wayne…yeah…he just called me stupid.” “Oh fuck…”

#husband Eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #Eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson drabble

[lovelylichabee]

Good morning I have some headcanons for yall about the archives crew (mostly Martin bc I love him) in no particular order. Be warned there are some spoilers for throughout the series.

- Martin has ADHD so things like audio processing and object permanence are a challenge, and Jon being unaware of this is one of the reasons he thinks Martin is incompetent in the beginning. Because what else do you think of someone who takes twice as long to type out transcripts than his peers, or who can't focus on the follow up research assigned to him sometimes, yet other times focuses so much on it he forgets to take his lunch? Plus the man "loses" files on his desk (because to Martin he just sees a stack of uniform files and getting used to Gertrude's weird looking date-based labels as an organization system compared to the Dewey Decimal System they had in the library is damn difficult!) Upon learning he has ADHD though Jon finds that with some accommodations, Martin is actually decent at doing what he needs to for his job and feels a bit guilty for being such an ass.

- Tim was the first friend Jon made upon being hired into research which to Jon is weird because he's always had a hard time making friends (partially because he's autistic and partially because he hasn't had the routine environment to try to make friends since college). Tim is also a pretty opposite personality to him, so to Jon it felt sort of like when you meet a dog and the dog likes you *way* before you like the dog, but then he grows on you so you kinda sigh and go "Yeah yeah, we're friends"

- Sasha and Tim's hookup never grew to anything more because Sasha didn't know how to tell Tim she was aromantic without possibly hurting his feelings (meanwhile if she had just told him, he would've been fine with it and happy to be in whatever kind of relationship with her, qpp or otherwise). She never gets to tell him, so that's another reason why Tim never caught the differences between Sasha and Not!Sasha when Not!Sasha suddenly had a boyfriend (besides you know the reason that Stranger Rules that says only one person usually notices the difference).

- Jon doesn't like coffee black coffee but drinks it anyways mostly because he has always been told "if you add sugar and/or creamer to your coffee then you don't like coffee you like sugar and creamer" so to keep appearances and insisting he does like coffee, he never adds anything unless he's sure no one will see. Really, he likes black coffee with a bit of sugar because the sweetness gives the flavors something to travel on so he can appreciate them more because otherwise they're overpowered by bitterness. He doesn't like tea because drinking it feels like he's just rubbed tea leaves all over the inside of his mouth and it leaves behind a dry feeling that he hates.

- Martin's pure lonely domain wouldve been a rainy, foggy moorsland kind of environment where its very pretty but you feel like you're walking over the same hills and you feel like you see houses in the distance but you never get any closer to the chimney smoke you see peeking above the fog. You're also always damp and the air feels heavy, and you don't have an umbrella. But for just those moments when youre standing on tops of the hills, looking out to the rest of the environment though, you wonder why you'd ever want to leave somewhere so pretty, even if it is rather lonely, and far too quiet. It's a reminiscent kind of quiet, where you reflect on why you're walking alone here in the first place and not inside one of those houses in the distance with the chimney smoke... and then you keep walking because maybe if you make it there, they'll be kind and let you inside, and you can shake off all of this chilly dampness by their fireplace and company.

- Danny is Tim's best kept secret after he dies. Tim stops talking about his family after that, gets really quiet when the topic is brought up in conversation, but he's still careful not to look upset even if his shoulders tense a bit when he smiles and says something along the lines of "Nah, I don't have much family anymore" when he's asked. Their parents passed away some time after Danny was gone (by natural causes), and Tim never forgave himself for not being able to get back at whatever killed him before they passed, so he doesn't feel it's right to be allowed to talk about them until he does, like some kind of mission he has to finish before he can let himself grieve properly.

- Peter and Elias either are or were married, but with the way they act its very hard to tell if they are actually divorced or just on the brink of it because of how they interact with one another, leading to the rumor that they keep divorcing and getting remarried frequently spreading around the office. Elias knows it frustrates Peter to have attention on them like that so he doesn't stop the rumors, and sometimes actively encourages them when they're in another one of their "divorced" periods. Peter doesn't actually ever fully leave though because he considers the relationship more transactional and useful, than anything nearing "love". They have their soft moments together though, brief little moments of understanding, very privately, and never discussed again after they happen. Elias misses him after he dies, even if Peter was trying to get him killed.

- Tim could've gone Desolation if the idea of serving an entity didn't disgust him. Choosing to serve an entity is a choice that you have to make, and Tim could see in Jon what doing that does to a person, and what people serving the Stranger did to his brother (even if he didnt know exactly what it was). Even if Jon didn't really start accepting being The Archivist until after his coma, Tim was alive before then and knew that it had changed him. Plus experiencing some of the other entities (being attacked by "worms", being in the tunnels, being in Michael's hallways, dealing with Jon's paranoia and stalking, being in the unknowing and seeing what happened to Danny), he has seen what kinds of effects these entities have on people. The Desolation likely did call out to him in that moment of the explosion, and he spat in its face because he'd literally rather die than ever give himself to something like that.

- Personally, I like big but short Martin who is a bit stronger than he looks because of hefting around file boxes in the archives. I imagine "the stacks" being a bunch of shelves sort of like a library but instead of books, there are boxes that fit in, with the files inside of them, but they're left a bit open and uncovered because air flow and climate controlled environment. I don't know if that's how it works bit that's how I imagine it. And then there's a lot of file boxes sort of stacked on top of one another on the ground and stacks of files also on the ground because that archive is an unrealistic mess and sort of ridiculous. But yeah. Big but short Martin who has some hidden muscle.

- Honestly if I imagine them all standing next to each other, Tim is the tallest, Sasha is only an inch or 2 inches shorter, Jon is a bit shorter than Sasha, like up to her shoulder, and Martin is the shortest and needs help getting things off the top shelves from the other three because he wobbles too much on the step ladder and it makes him nervous (another reason Jon likely finds him a bit irritating in the beginning).

- Jon's hair starts off short and very proper but grows out a bit in season 2 because he's too busy being paranoid to take care of himself. He gets a haircut when staying with Georgie in S3, and then his hair grows out a bit again while he's kidnapped, and he doesn't cut it again before The Unknowning. It grows to his shoulders during his coma. He doesn't take that good of care of it leaves it long until the Buried, where he has to cut it all off. He doesn't cut it again and he takes à bit better care of it after being rejected by Martin. It grows abnormally quickly leading to it being past his shoulders and with some natural curl by the time he and Martin do actually run away to the safe house. He wears it up most of the time during S5.

- Martin's hair is loosely curly and a ginger orange or strawberry blonde but fades to white as he gets pulled further into the Lonely by Peter Lukas. When hes working in the office under Peter and Jon asks him to run away together, its very washed out but not fully white, and when Jon rescues him from Peter's Lonely, it is pure white, and slowly fades back to its natural color once they are together and they get to the safe house, though a patch of it remains pure white up in the front of his hair, as if he had Poliosis. In his s5 domain when he's talking to himself, Lonely!Martin continues to have fully white hair.

- I have more but this is already pretty long so I'll stop here and if people care about this I'll answer asks or do another one.

#the magnus archives #tma #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #timothy stoker #sasha james #elias bouchard #peter lukas #magnus archives #tma headcanons #headcanon #the magnus archives headcanons #lonely martin #the archivist #the unknowing

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

It's the first time I send you an ask and I'm nervous lol just I want to know if you have some fics where Stiles is total flirt towards Derek like dancing to him or making risky comments or just doing something that set Derek off, like just Stiles being seductive in general

I loveeeee your blog💕💕💕💕 I always checking it for new fics to read

Aw thank you! Here you go.

Dancing in the Street by wulfnerd (nerdwrites)

(1/1 I 100 I Teen)

Derek enjoys Stiles’ dancing. Maybe a little too much.

(Strip)tease by hailtohale (MissAntagonist)

(1/1 I If You Keep Following Me I'll Call Your Mum by ScorpioGirlFromMars(2/? I 2,007 I Explicit)

Driving me Insane by Viet_joker

(1/1 I 2,604 I Explicit)

Stiles is seriously driving Derek insane. He always had control, up until the worker at the drive-thru window had an interest in Stiles, and Stiles seemed somewhat surprised and probably interested. Derek was going to show that Stiles belonged to him and only him.

Five Time The Pack Made Assumptions About Stiles (+ one time they were right) by graveltotempo

(1/1 I 3,530 I Not Rated)

There are 5 things the Pack is sure of: 1. Stiles Stilinski is a virgin 2. Stiles Stilinski can’t defend himself 3. Stiles Stilinski doesn’t have friends outside the pack 4. Stiles Stilinski can't dance 5. Stiles Stilinski has terrible fashion sense Apparently, they were all wrong

Beastly Lover by M4nEat3r

(19/? I 8,767 I Explicit)

"So what does the name BeastlyLover mean anyways? Does it have something to do with the Disney movie? Are you a beast, Beast?" "Actually, yeah. Something like that. "Care to elaborate? "To make it quick and to the point, it means that if you ever have the pleasure of having sex with me, I'm going to fuck you like a beast." "...Oh." "Getting shy on me, LittleRedRidingHard? Didn't think you had it in you." "SHUT UP!"

-OR-

Stiles signs up for a werewolf dating site and meets someone, but who he ends up with isn't who he expected.

Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 11,573 I Teen)

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

Bad Habits by Fudgebug

(12/12 I 108,296 I Explicit)

"Mmmmh pretty.“ Stiles purrs in a way that makes a wild fire torch the planes of his skin. He knows Stiles is drunk and that the boy would probably stroke a pineapple and compliment its attractiveness, but Derek can’t help the way his heart starts to be a huge backstabbing dick, thundering uncontrollably against his chest. It’s painful, because Derek knows it isn’t real.

A story about goody-two-shoes Derek crushing on a Polish Prince Charming with a drinking habit - also the universe keeps on shoving astral poop into his face. It's utterly spectacular.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #first date #flirting #anon

[hypersonic04]

since you are the head of the teacher!ross brigade, ive had an idea in my head for YONKS and i dont think ill ever write it so

you're a teacher too, you went to uni with ross (and maybe had a thing with him on the dl) but havent seen him since then but when you start working at a new school surprise!! its the one he works at!! so you guys rekindle your friendship again and WHOOPS you guys get feelings and its just cuteness

This is just the most dreamy concept. You should 100% write a proper version of this, I would read and reread a million times over.

Oh my goodness, imagine seeing him for the first time in like, five or six years i'm thinking? You're a bit nervous - it's your first day at this new school, and yeah, you've been teaching for a few years now, but starting a new job is still super scary!

You're being shown around by a colleague, and you swear it's like slow motion when you walk into the staff room. He's sat there with a coffee in hand, brow furrowed as he marks an essay, his face concentrated. All of a sudden, you're 19 again, on a night out with all of your uni friends, a little bit too handsy with your flatmate's best friend and giggly from the amount of vodka cranberries you've had. You have to clear your throat and bring yourself back down to Earth when you realise that not only are you staring, but you're also a deep shade of crimson as you recall what else happened later that evening, and most evenings after that.

You probably manage to make a swift exit before he looks up, but he knows that voice anywhere. He immediately asks around to see who the new teacher is, and is pleasantly surprised to know that his memory serves him well. At lunch, he comes knocking on your classroom door.

I reckon he's a bit coy at first, memories of what the two of you used to get up to flashing into his mind as he asks how you've been and how you've ended up at the same school as him. You talk about your uni friends, where everyone's living now, the ones that have got married and had babies. It doesn't take long for you to slip back into that easy going, friendly rhythm of conversation, and it actually turns out to be pretty helpful to know someone at work. Seeing emails from him in your inbox makes you smile, even more so when he comes to sit at the back of your classroom as you teach (for 'training purposes only', apparently). He helps you out a lot, especially at the beginning when you're unfamiliar with the abbreviations they use in meetings and the marking procedures, and you end up being really close. It's just a really lovely friendship, and you find that if you're not teaching, you're sat gossiping together or trying to suppress your childish laughter in serious staff meetings.

As you said in your ask, they 100% end up catching feelings for one another. How could he not? He always thought you were really intelligent and funny when you were seeing each other the first time around, and six years down the line, not much has changed. He drives home with a ridiculously wide grin on his face the day you ask him if he fancies going for a drink after work some time, after weeks and weeks of contemplating asking you himself. He tells himself that if things go wrong, you're still friends and you have a really great working partnership, but really, he hopes he can get it right this time (no Oh Caroline pun intended).

#1975 band #fanfic #ross macdonald #asks #send me asks #ross macdonald fluff #teacher ross #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine #send asks

[daebakinc]

Sea Creature

Pairing: Christian Yu x Reader (G) Prompt: Creature from the Black Lagoon Word Count: 2.9K

~Admin V

            At first you were afraid of visiting your cousin in Australia. You’d seen too many memes and videos of the frightening wildlife there. You personally couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than putting your foot in your shoe to meet a large spider, or a snake coming up from the toilet.

             She’d finally convinced you though. She’d opened up her own juice café and wanted you stay with her and help her out. You could explore the country on days off, enjoy local foods, and according to her, meet some of the cute boys who worked with her.

             You arrived at Sydney Airport the night before. The jetlag was unreal. But you did need to eat, so you agreed to go into the café that morning and see everything.

             Everyone greeted your cousin as you both walked in. She promptly introduced you to them and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself, all the workers were really really cute, just as she said.

             You looked around the café and were surprised at its size. It looked just like a coffee house, only it had tropical colors and served juice in place of coffee. It was also by the pier leading right into the ocean, so it had an incredible view.

             “Honestly,” you looked at your cousin. “When you told me you were opening a juice café, I thought it would be kinda lame, like a small room with a juice bar in it. But this. Just wow.”

             Your cousin scoffed then smirked. “Since when would I do anything lame?”

             A sheepish smile appeared on your face.

             “Alright, now to try our product.” She led you to the counter. “Christian!”

             It took you everything in your power to keep your mouth from falling open. Beautifully tanned, muscled, and tattooed was the man your cousin summoned.

             “This is Christian,” she started. “He’s kind of a renaissance man around here. He does heavy lifting, stock, even catches fresh seafood for us to serve. But I think his specialty is making juice.”

             He chuckled and shook his head as your cousin introduced you to him. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” His accent made your legs wobbly. “Glad you finally decided to come out.”

             A delivery man called out to your cousin. She looked to you both. “Duty calls. Christian, I think the plane ride was long and electrolytes are definitely needed.”

             He nodded. “Got it, boss.”

             Your cousin left you alone with arguably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

             “So, before I forget, I got you a welcoming present.”

             “You did? Really?”

             He laughed again. “Don’t get too excited. It’s nothing special.” He handed you an unwrapped box.

             “A pocket knife?”

             “Trust me, you don’t wanna be caught around these parts without one.”

             “Oh, well thank you.” You took it from the box and put it in your bag.

             “Alright, so, I promised to make you a juice. What do you like?”

             Your sheepish smile returned. “I actually don’t really like juice. I’m not really a fruit person.”

             He stared at you for a long minute then laughter burst from him. Your cheeks burned red as you waited for him to calm down. “You’re telling me, you came all this way to Australia to work at a juice bar, and you don’t even like juice? Oh, that’s rich.”

             “I came all this way to Australia for my cousin to help her with her new business venture. And besides, at least we know I won’t be drinking all the inventory.”

             He smiled at you. Your heart palpitations had you wondering if you’d survive working a shift with him.

             “Plus,” you added. “She told me she’d allow music performances at nights, so it gives me a chance to show off my talents.”

             Christian’s eyebrow quirked. “So you’re a singer?”

             “Sometimes. Sometimes I’m a writer, too.”

             “Me too. She lets me and my crew perform as well.”

             Your stomach fluttered. “You sing?”

             “And play guitar.”

             You felt utterly attacked that your cousin didn’t warn you a god among men worked for her. She said cute, not devastating.

             “Alright, so you don’t like any fruit then?”

             “I like some. Melon, strawberries, bananas . . . maybe mango and kiwi. That’s about it.”

             He nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

             You watched as he reached to the undercounter cooler and grabbed containers of sliced fruits.

             “Smoothie okay?”

             You bobbed your head.

             He worked quickly, tossing orange, red, and green colored fruit chunks into a blender. A blob of yogurt found its way into the concoction. Soon he was pushing a cup in your direction. Finally, he poked a straw into the liquid. “Go ahead, tell me what you think.”

            You peered into the cup. It didn’t look pretty, but it smelled nice at least. You put the straw in your mouth and took a small sip. Then a big sip. Your cousin wasn’t kidding. He was a juice expert.

             The big smirk on his face told you he knew it as well. “Come on. I’ll show you the pier.”

You grabbed your drink and followed Christian outside as he walked straight to a railing and looked over at the ocean view.

“Wow.”

He smiled next to you but kept his eyes ahead. “I live on that island there,” he pointed out.

You stared out at it. You could see what looked like a small house. It looked pretty. Then you looked around the pier for a boat. “How do you get to work every day?”

“I swim.”

“What?” He swims? Then you looked at his arms and shoulders. Actually, that checked out. “You must really love to be in the water.

“Can’t get enough of it.”

You sipped at your drink. “I was so wrong about Australia.”

He quirked an eyebrow and glanced in your direction. “Yeah?”

“I thought it would be just hot, desert, creatures from hell. I didn’t think I would like it this much so far.”

“You can’t have seen much. Didn’t you just get off the plane?”

You giggled in embarrassment. “Well, yeah. But it hasn’t been anything I’ve expected.”

“Hang on.” He took your cup from you, walked back into the café and yelled something to your cousin. Then he came back out and nodded toward the road. “Let’s go.”

You ran to catch up to him. “Where are we going?”

He stopped in front of a motorcycle. “I’m showing you Australia. At least these parts.”

You eyed the bike then looked back to him. “On that?”

“Ever been on one before?”

You shook your head.

Christian grabbed both your shoulders and looked deep into your eyes.

In a trance, you had no control over yourself and could do nothing but stare back into his deep chocolate orbs.

“Trust me. You’ll be perfectly safe.”

You felt yourself nod.

The smirk was back on his face. He released you and turned back to his motorcycle. He grabbed the only helmet and handed it to you. He straddled the bike and waited patiently for you to regain your composure while you strapped on the helmet.

Once it was on you couldn’t make yourself move. You stared at him sitting on the bike.

“Don’t be scared.” His hand stretched out for you to take.

When you held his hand, he pulled it to his waist. You climbed onto the bike. There was some space between the two of you until he reached behind for your legs and pulled you forward so you were right up against him. He then took your arms and wrapped them around his torso. “I thought I told you not to be scared,” he spoke over his shoulder.

You were thankful that he was in front and couldn’t see the deep shade of red your cheeks were.

The engine of the motorcycle came to life. It startled you it was so loud. Sensing your movement, Christian reached down to your hands around him and stroked up and down your arms. When he felt you ease against him, he lifted the kickstand and the bike sped onto the road.

Your face buried into his back for the first minute or so, but as you got used to it, you turned and looked at the landscape.

At first it was mostly beach. Then the road led inland. The buildings were a mixture of modern and old fashioned. The street lights had a vintage look. There were a lot more trees than you would’ve thought.

When he reached a stoplight you loosened your grip around him, which urged him to speed away when the light was green so you’d grab him tight again. He slowed down when you reached the opera house. He stopped the bike and helped you off. He chuckled when he took in your face. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Why?”

“You look a little pale.”

“Maybe because you’re a speed demon.” You took off the helmet and tossed it at him. He caught it easily.

He walked with you around the opera house and explained little trivias about it and the area you drove around previously. He casually mentioned taking you to a concert there sometime which again made your knees weak. After an hour he took you back on the bike, but went a different route to the café, giving you more of Australia to take in.

Once back at the café he offered to make you food and another juice. While you ate, he had to get back to work and your cousin sat with you.

“So . . . whatchya think?”

“That you’re a jerk. You didn’t tell me Adonis worked for you!”

She snickered. “Yeah, he’s something.”

“Do you know he swims here?” You bit into your prawn sandwich.

Your cousin nodded. “Just wait til you see him come into work shirtless in his swim trunks.”

You choked on your food. Your cousin patted you on the back, but still laughed at you.

After you were finished eating, she took you back home so you could sleep off some jetlag.

Once you were adjusted to the time difference, you spent the next several weeks training. Your cousin and the other workers were all really supportive and helped show you the ropes. But Christian held your heart and was your favorite to work with. He always joked easily with you and pushed you to do more and try more than you thought you’d be ready for. On days off he took you to the beach and showed you more of his favorite places, like a nearby lagoon and the best steakhouse on the coast. He showed you how to use the pocket knife for simple things and where to keep it handy. You got to hear him and his friends play music and everyone heard you perform as well. You were falling in love with your life here.

You and your cousin were the first in the café for the day. That seemed a little odd. Christian was usually in with some kind of sea life he’d caught on his way in.

“Maybe it was bigger than he could handle,” your cousin suggested.

You simply nodded and decided to get started on prepping for the morning shift.

Two hours went by. The other workers on shift came in, but still no Christian. You knew it was silly, but you were worried about him. In the few weeks you’d gotten to know him, you knew he was nothing but punctual. He was the first one in and last one out.

You looked out front of the café. His bike was there. You made your way to the pier and stared at the small home on the island he claimed as his. You wondered if maybe one of the other coworkers had a jet ski or small boat you could borrow.

You scanned down the pier towards the jetty. That’s when you noticed a small fishing boat with a net hanging over the side. A large something was thrashing around in the net. A dolphin?

You desperately looked for someone to alert, but there was no one to be seen.

Running down to the boat, you searched to find crewmen, but still no one. You looked over at the side with the net. 

It wasn’t a dolphin. If not for the scaly skin and fishy looking head, you might’ve thought it was human. 

The non-dolphin stopped moving and was staring right at you. Dark chocolate eyes held yours. You knew those eyes.

 Without thinking you jumped into the water. The creature watched you, its eyes never leaving yours. A webbed hand lifted and held the net.

You reached in your back pocket for the knife Christian gave you that first day. You opened it slowly, worried the creature might think you were going to hurt it, but it remained calm. 

With the net in one hand, you sawed at the rope with the knife. It wasn’t easy. The water made the knife slippery in your hand and the rope was thicker than you expected.

             You had cut through five pieces when you heard yelling. A man was cursing at you. He was the crewman of the boat. You hadn’t cut enough when he jumped into the water.

             “Piss off, dronger! That’s my mermaid, you slag!”

             The panic made it harder to cut since you were trying to move quickly. He was getting closer. You tried to hand the knife to the creature, but it slipped from your fingers.

             “No,” you cried.

             The man was almost to you, still cursing at you. You and the creature both tried ripping the net where you’d made a hole so far. You were able to stretch it a bit so the creature could squeeze out. Then the man flung his hand across your face.

             “How dare you take what’s mine! I’ll kill you!”

             There was no time to react. You were suddenly pulled under water. Water rushed past you as you were being dragged by something. The creature! It was good that you were out of danger from the man, but a new problem was arising. You never took a breath before going under the water. You very badly needed to breathe. You tried to veer up, but the creature’s hold was strong and it was moving too quickly. You tried to reach for it, touch it to give it some kind of signal. It was no use. With the pressure of water moving against it and you, it was hard to feel anything else.

             You tried not to panic, because then you’d need air sooner. Unfortunately, you were already quite panicked. If you didn’t breathe soon, you’d pass out, and then your body would naturally try to breathe in air. And if you did breathe, the burn of salt water would hit your lungs.

             Thinking about it, you involuntarily inhaled. Instant regret as the water went down your lungs. It stung worse than you imagined. You tried coughing, but that only caused more water to be sucked in. The pain felt like it lasted for hours, but at the same time, it seemed to dissipate. Blackness took over your vision and you passed out.

                  There was compression on your chest. It hurt. When it stopped, wind blew into your mouth. You wanted to react, but you were in a kind of paralysis. The pressure was back on your chest. You could make out a male voice. It sounded worried. Stressed. Air was going back into your mouth. And you remembered water. You remembered the burn of salt water going into your lungs, and now felt the same bite as it was moving out. You coughed and water flowed out of your mouth. Your body was being turned as you continued choking out the water, allowing it to come out more easily. The paralysis eased and you could move your hands to hold yourself off the ground. When it felt like there was nothing else to cough you gasped for air.

                  “Oh thank fucking Christ.” You recognized Christian’s voice. His hand was moving in big circles on your back as you regained a normal breathing pattern. You sat down and only glanced at the man beside you, acutely aware that he was completely naked next to you. “I’m so sorry. I was only thinking about getting out of there, not that you would need to breathe.”

                  You were confused. You couldn’t remember what happened. You looked into his eyes and tears started welling in yours. “Christian?”

                  He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm embrace. “It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

                  You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t help yourself from sobbing. “What’s going on? I – I can’t – I don’t remember.” You continued crying.

                  He gave you a big squeeze of a hug and held you until you calmed. Once your sobs stopped, he pulled back and used his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

                  You couldn’t help but look into his eyes, eyes that felt so familiar to you but now so strange.

                  “I can explain.”

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[olderthannetfic]

Do people in the US use bananas in desserts or cakes?

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Yes.

We love our bananas almost as much as we hate commies or letting Latin America run its own governments!

The banana is actually our most consumed fruit. We pretty much only have the Cavendish unless you go to an Asian or Latin market. I'd say the average American doesn't even know bananas come in multiple types. But that one variety we have thoroughly incorporated into our cuisine for over a century.

Obviously, immigrants bring cuisines with them, so you'll see some Latin American and Asian dishes using bananas here if you're in the right part of the country, but probably the most quintessentially American uses of the banana for dessert are the banana cream pie and the banana split.

Bananas are also often added to milkshakes or used as garnish on other ice cream dishes at ice cream parlors. Pretty much any ice cream parlor will have banana splits on its menu at all times. (Though places that just serve scoops of ice cream to go in a cone or cup might not.) Banana cream pies aren't as ubiquitous, but most bakeries that make pies will have them as one of the flavors they alternate between alongside some staples they make every day, and restaurants that serve pie for dessert will frequently have this flavor.

Bananas Foster is a flambé typical of midcentury restaurants trying to be fancy (meaning 1950s) and came from New Orleans. It's not something I'd ever expect to see on menus around here in 2020s California. I'm not sure what kind of restaurant Bananas Foster would be typical of in the modern day outside of New Orleans. Event caterers might offer it as a gimmicky dessert for a special occasion. I guess I think of it as more of an impress the tourists type food than a default, but it's something I'd expect to see in a book on "American cuisine".

Banana bread and related muffins are very common. These are sweet but not overpoweringly so, and you'd typically find them in a coffee shop as a snack, maybe for breakfast or for mid afternoon. We have lots of "breads" in this genre including the very common pumpkin bread.

Banana pudding is a kind of trifle that is very typical of Southern cuisine. Growing up, the only time I ever saw it was at a particular soul food and BBQ place (there's a lot of overlap between African American traditions and Southern ones for obvious reasons).

I suppose it sometimes looks as fancy as most of the image search pics I'm finding, but my personal experience with it from that BBQ place is a lot closer to the gloopy homemade pic on Wikipedia. I've always seen it made with Nilla wafers, which I consume in no other context.

American Chinese food is ubiquitous, and restaurateurs were faced with a dilemma: American diners expect a dessert course, but Chinese Chinese cuisines don't descend from that same era of French haute cuisine that set the number of courses and their order in the eyes of Western Europe. The default ~exotic~ dessert they settled on was fried bananas. They're a version of the deep-fried banana fritter from all over the place. IDK how closely ours resemble the Indonesian ones. This is one case where you do sometimes see "baby bananas" in a mainstream American context, though fried bananas are also often made with the Cavendish.

(Baby bananas are those small, thin-skinned ones. The internet tells me they're also Finger Banana, Ladyfinger Banana, Nino Banana, Murapo, and Orito. Sorry if that's pedantic. I've got no idea which bananas you guys have over there. Something more than the shitty Cavendish, I presume.)

You wouldn't be likely to see a fried banana anywhere but as dessert at a Chinese restaurant or maybe at a Tiki restaurant on the rare occasions those still exist.

If you're not familiar, the midcentury US was obsessed with this fad for faux-tropical decor, food, and very alcoholic drinks. Supposedly, a lot of it was fueled by military men having served in the Pacific, so it has a heavy Hawaiian influence, but it's really a mishmash of incoherent memories of Polynesian things with a heavy topping of colonialism and exoticism. It's problematic trash, and I love it, especially the stupid mugs.

The frozen banana is another US cuisine thing. It's a frozen banana on a stick with a chocolate coating and usually nuts stuck to the chocolate. Apparently, this one is from California, so it may be less ubiquitous than I imagine.

Wikipedia reminds me of Hummingbird Cake, which is a Southern thing that, in my opinion, hasn't made it as far outside that area as banana pudding.

Lately, our collective boner for the Great British Bakeoff has made Banoffee pie start showing up here, but it's not really an American thing.

Wikipedia tells me there's something called a banana boat that's a classic campfire food (i.e. something you make in/on a campfire while camping). It sounds like an upgraded s'more, and I am outraged that nobody told me this was a thing.

A very regional specialty that I only recall because of a Josh Lanyon novel is buffalo milk, which is an alcoholic milkshake that's the signature drink of Santa Catalina, an island near L.A. that has a herd of bison living on it due to some filmmaking shenanigans in the 1920s. Sometimes, it only uses banana liqueur, but it can also use fresh bananas. It's a chocolate-coffee-banana concoction.

I'm quite fond of peanut butter banana sandwiches, but aside from those and fruit salad, I'd say Americans probably think of the banana more as a breakfast food, slicing it onto our cereal and onto or into our pancakes and drinking it in smoothies. Or we think of it as a standalone snack in handy packaging. But we definitely have a wide variety of banana desserts and sweet drinks too.