#it's just notes for fun i jotted down whenever i thought of something so there may be typos that's ok though

[liquidstar]

Docs still isn't letting me copypaste so I'm going to post screenshots of my OC au concepts instead... It's less convenient but oh well! This is mostly just for people who care about silly OC stuff like this! So. Here lol

[pomefioredove]

So idk if I'm requesting in the right place. But I would love a twst scenario with a yuu that just says all their intrusive thoughts. Like just out of NOWHERE, as they reach for a water bottle hanging out with the first years they go.

“I robbed a house back home”

Or when Azul tries cornering them with the twins for something they just blankly turn to Floyd going.

“duck off you look like you can't steer a shopping cart”

But feel free to do it with whoever you want and if you don't want to do mine that's perfectly fine and I hope you have a great day :)

certainly!!

summary: reader who speaks all their impulsive thoughts type of post: headcanons characters: heartslabyul, octavinelle, scarabia, diasomnia additional info: platonic or romantic, reader isn't specified to be yuu, reader is gender neutral author's note: for some reason I had the hardest time thinking up new nonsense, so many of these dialogue lines are from lewis carroll poems, which I have a wonderful nostalgia for. check those out as well!

Ace and Deuce are pretty much used to you saying whatever's at the top of your mind... with no filter

so used to it that it barely even registers with them anymore

whenever it's quiet, they can expect you to come out with some incomprehensible nonsense.

if you didn't, they'd probably ask what's wrong

"I robbed a house back home,"

"Yeah, okay,"

Riddle, on the other hand, gets frustrated alarmingly fast

despite running an entire dorm based on nonsensical rules, he has a low tolerance for outside nonsense

and... well, despite his name, he's not really a fan of riddles

Trey matches your energy immediately

no joke. he doesn't even bat an eye

"I eat plastic,"

"hm. sometimes I eat muffin wrappers,"

honestly, sometimes his tangents get even weirder than yours

Cater probably wasn't listening very closely when you first started going off, or maybe he's just become accustomed to riddles, though the next time you say something he just thinks it's cute

might use your "thoughtful anecdotes" as a caption for his next post

would it be surprising if I were to say Azul is used to randomness?

Floyd has a tendency to say the strangest things out of nowhere, after all, and the sea itself can be a surprising place

he does not, however, appreciate how you keep speaking in tongues when he's trying to have serious business conversations with you

(seriously, how hard can it be to swindle one person?!)

"Please, just talk normally,"

"But the mome raths outgrabe!"

he doesn't know what that means, but it sounds like an insult

...and then will refuse to converse with you again until you're in a "better mood" (in his own words)

Jade, on the other hand, finds you quite fascinating

he keeps a little notepad on him just to jot down the things you say. why? you can't imagine. he just finds it interesting, you suppose

"'Twas brilling..."

"Really? How interesting. Go on,"

Floyd isn't really paying much attention

your funny words amuse him at best and annoy him at worse

if you ever find yourself in a bad place with the octotrio, you can just say something like:

"You look like you can't steer a shopping cart,"

and Floyd will take actual offense to that, and just straight up leave

(much to Azul's dismay)

Kalim adds on right away

and keeps going

and keeps going... and keeps going...

"How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail..."

"Oh, I know! He pours waters on every shining scale,"

at one point Jamil has to pull you aside and beg you not to encourage him

"No promises!" is your answer

Kalim even buys a parrot to add onto the fun

it becomes a three-person (or two-person-and-a-bird?) act

...even if you're not really doing it on purpose

Jamil is who ends up taking care of the parrot while it squawks your old nonsense thoughts, though

he likes the parrot much better than either of you

Malleus will entertain you based on his own curiosity

none of his other human classmates speak in such odd and puzzling words, so he knows it's a "you" thing

might try to solve them if they sound like riddles

but he mostly just thinks they're cute

"O, oysters, come and walk with us,"

"How interesting... I do wonder where you come up with all this,"

Sebek will listen to you because Malleus does, and Silver has enough nonsense to deal with as it is. will definitely fall asleep while you're talking to him

Lilia responds in like terms

meow at him? he'll meow back

in fact, he'll meow at you every time he sees you until you say something else to capture his curiosity

might go ahead and start speaking to you in tongues before you even say anything

he just thinks you're neat!

[starleska]

If you're still doing headcanon requests, what about a Wally x workaholic perfectionist?

Love your writing and whenever you have the time I'd love to see what you think of this :)

ahhh thank you sweet and precious anon!!! 🥰 oooh now this one is hitting home...i'm guessing you are a workaholic perfectionist yourself? you may have guessed from the outpouring of fanworks i've made both for Welcome Home in general that i also fit into this category 🙈 thank you for this cathartic writing opportunity!

Wally Darling x Workaholic, Perfectionist Reader headcanons

💖 it's your passion which draws Wally to you in the first place. an easy-going, less-thoughts-in-the-head-than-most sort of fellow, Wally prefers to take life at a leisurely pace - but all of that is thrown out of the window when he meets you. you're so full of verve, forever jotting down notes or scribbling sketches in your notebooks, or coming up with grand ideas for outings and events. in fact, when the two of you first meet Wally says very little at all: he's quite content to sit with his chin cradled in his palm, gazing whilst you infodump about your latest obsession and the countless related projects you're going to create. Wally feels that you're an unstoppable force, and he's an immovable object...but he's so excited to be in the presence of such a tour de force of enthusiasm 🔥

💖 however, Wally doesn't always understand why your work makes you so upset. Wally understands the concept of a job - after all, his good friend Howdy Pillar has a fantastic job, working at the bugdega! but the kind of work typical of the Neighbourhood is much less structured and capitalism-driven, and the laxness of this system gives you severe anxiety. Wally grows concerned when he notices you staying up later and later, hunched over your desk and crumpling up endless sheets of paper. when the darkness shifts into a burgeoning dawn, a fuzzy hand grips your wrist, stilling it against your desk. "You don't need to have one perfect idea," Wally says, picking up and uncrumpling one of your discarded sheets. "You just need to enjoy having ideas in the first place!"

💖 eventually, Wally realises that your perfectionistic, workaholic tendencies aren't going away - so he compromises. on more than one occasion when you've passed out on the couch surrounded by half-read books, you've awoken to find your shoulders draped with Wally's soft cardigan. but some days are so stressful that no amount of cosy fabric will calm you down. when days where you're driven to distraction and frazzled by tasks read their heads, Wally likes to play a game of his own invention: something he calls Puppet Time. if Wally senses you're about to have a breakdown, he will announce, "it's Puppet Time!" and launch himself right into your arms. once contact is established, Wally will go completely limp, meaning there's nothing you can do but drop whatever you're holding and grab Wally before he hits the ground. no matter how stressed you are, this never fails to make you burst into laughter, and you're always much more receptive to a rest afterwards. Wally will continue his boneless routine even as you swing him up over your shoulders, giving him a free ride to a different room for a well-deserved break ✨

haha, this was a seriously fun one!! i hope you know you deserve to rest when you need it, anon. take care 🥰

[vyladromeave]

all of them >:)

jkjk

17 and 27?

17. any headcanons you're attached to?

BOY DO I HAVE SOME HEADCANONS IM ATTACHED TO. First off this post is required reading. its over a year old and its all stuff i stand by pretty strongly in regards to vylad. lets just start there.

ok hmmmmmmm see now this is hard for me because you could ask me about any specific like character or location or concept within mcd and i could give you headcanons for them immediately i have too many options. here's what I'm going to do I'm going to open the aphmau wiki and randomize a page on the mcd characters section and whatever I land on is what I'm going to talk about here i go.

I GOT KENMUR OK ITS KENMUR TIME. Well first off he's bi4bi and t4t with emmalyn so jot that down. Emmalyn is more on the history and literature side of things, but Kenmur is much more on the science side, he likes reverse-engineering things and he likes understanding how things work. He doesn't usually get as visibly excited over findings as Emmalyn does, but they are still very much equal in nerdiness.

Despite him going to the Irene Dimension, we don't get a lot of his thoughts about the weird stuff that happens to/around him in canon. I think he'd be very interested in Irene's Dimension, not necessarily because it's Irene's, but because it's a weird weird place with weird rules about how you enter and leave and how time flows while you're there and that's fascinating to him. He would've loved talking about the process of Zoey's portal activation with her if she wasn't so cagey about it.

I'm not big on the whole "Sasha was his fiancee thing" but I do like the idea of them being friends :) And I ESPECIALLY like the idea of him trying to figure out how to cope with the fact that a lot of the people he knew and grew up with turned into Shadowknights. Sasha, Laurance, even Hayden's guard, these were people he knew who all just died around him, some of which becoming much worse people for it. Shadowknights are so poorly understood that nobody (not even Shadowknights!) seems to really understand how it works or why it happens, and that frustrates him deeply. I think he'd be very interested in studying Shadowknights, but also feels very weird about asking Laurance to essentially be his lab rat. So he just quietly makes notes whenever he notices something weird and moves on. World's First Shadowknight Scholar!

27. what's something really interesting that you wished canon decided to explore more? alternatively, what's something interesting that you wished the fandom acknowledged more?

this question is fun because its actually two questions in one which means i get to spend more time talking heehee. there's pleeeenty of stuff in canon, not to go Kenmur-mode but we still barely have anything on how Shadowknights actually work aside from "you died oh noooo now you have to kill someone." This is not helped by how much conflicting information we get.

We ALSO also don't get a lot on how the magicks system works??? Oh everyone has magicks but not really but also kinda but you have to find it and some abilities are passive (Kiki can talk to animals all the time) but also most are active (KC animates dolls, gets tired when she uses it too much, its a big ordeal she has to work up to) and also some are so well-documented that there are entire categories for them (WHAT THE HELL IS BARRIER MAGICKS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS JUST A WELL-KNOWN THING. EVERYONE ELSE HAS UNIQUE ABILITIES AND THEN THERES JUST "BARRIER MAGICKS" WHAT DOES THIS MEAN) and also maybe magicks are passed on by blood but also maybe not and also theres WITCHES now fuck you. And they hate magicks users for noooo reason despite "magick" being incredibly poorly defined at best. What is a curse? How do potions work??? Cursed Objects???? Cursed AMULETS????? WHY????????????? At least they tried to explain things about Shadowknights, when it came to magicks they just fucking gave up. I know its like this because they just used magicks as the macguffin of the week and had no plans on actually developing how it works, but i would literally kill to see plans on how they intended for this to work.

Interesting things Fandom should acknowledge is also fun. There are many. There are so many. I think the politics side of mcd is VERY interesting and very rarely looked at by fans, which is shocking to me considering how central it is to mcd's plot. Because despite the title of "Lord" there IS no active monarchy in Ru'aun, and that's BECAUSE of Irene (which was incredibly based of her), which changes the definition of Lord entirely. ITS REALLY NEAT!! O'khasis has a council!! Who the fucks on it? I don't know!!! But they have a council!!! Isn't that exciting?? This is not a joke I mean this so genuinely. Do you ever wonder if maybe the High Priest is on that council and thats why Zane got the job. Do you ever wonder if there's a reason someone so young and literally THE SON OF THE LORD got put into a position so early? Do you think having that extra vote on Garte's side helped things crumble at a quicker rate than it had been previously?? I do. I wonder these things. And you should too. please.

And SPEAKING of Irene being incredibly based, she did in fact do some things that are incredibly based!!! I know most people like to write her as a Secretly Malevolent God™, which like fair whatever I like to give her some evils too, but I really wish people would take more of a look at what was established about her in S1. There is a reason she is worshipped so widely by the people of Ru'aun and it's because she Literally Is a hero of the people. I think people are generally blinded by how she was portrayed in MCD S3 and in Mystreet that they forget that she was a person for a very long time before she lost it. Go back and look at some of the earlier Irene lore!!! I promise its much more complex and fun than "oooo your goddess is secretly evil and was never good and there is no hope or joy in the world ooooo."

(ask prompts from here!)

[irotinmyroom]

Could u tell me more about Mason aka your creepypasta oc?? They seem interesting-

IM GLAD HE SEEMS INTERESTING!! i pretty much just made him (and i havent fully perfected his story yet) but ill just put some things about him here!! i'll probably make a big post later explaining his story, like i did with my other oc elias which you can find here (i dont rlly like the art on that post anymore so dont judge!!!!)

ANYWAYS starting off, he's practically a ghost, or some paranormal entity (haven't really decided yet and a ghost sounds too cliche to me) and he kinda just aimlessly wanders around the forest, not really able to accept that he's actually dead.

i'm not gonna get tooo in depth with the story cause i havent really figured out the full story yet, but the basic premise is that before his death, he was a pretty socially awkward kid, and didn't really fit in much at school, but he still enjoyed it either way!! he had (and mostly still does) a strong love for photography, human nature, wildlife and SCIENCE!! in his science class specifically, he met this guy named cole, and they bonded over their shared liking of science. cole was quite popular, and practically led him on (knowing that mason started developing feelings for him) leading to his eventual death. (will elaborate on that in the post i make later on when i figure stuff out!) after his death, he got revenge on bro!! leading to him wandering around in the forest which he died in and soon finding slenderman, and slenderman taking him in as a 'proxy'!!! (i have a type(?) (kinda) of a slendermansion au) though he still lives in the forest, not really.. remembering much of that specific encounter, causing him to get lost a LOT.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM CAUSE!!! needs to be included

favorite animal is foxes!! his favorite flower is sunflowers, and he LOVESSS statues!!! he also really enjoys writing and literature in general! (he has a very big vocabulary!!!)

he has a unilateral incomplete cleft lip, which im not very good at drawing, but its there! also freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, and he also has heterochromia. (green and brown!!) his nose pretty much constantly bleeds, he WOULD be that kid in class that has to go to the bathroom/nurse for a bloody nose daily.

in his post-death form, he has a huge messy hole/gash in the side of his stomach, as well as a similar one on his left calf that expands onto the front of his leg a bit. he's semi-transparent with his form taking on a green-ish tint!

he has a hard time seeing things up close, so he occasionally will wear glasses, although rarely.. another little small detail is that he found a tube of mascara in the woods once and curiously just kinda.. put it on and has been wearing it ever since, even though its so messy due to how he just goes for it and CANT CLEAN OFF HIS FACE!! the fact that he probably smells like burning leaves is another thing i put in my notes app 4 some reason but you get the vision

something i was thinking about and jotted down in my notes app about him is that if he was a type of painting (in his post-death form) he'd be a messy, soft watercolor with sharp and ragged lineart (if that makes sense?) and also with types of art, i feel like he'd be performance art. just a thought i had that i thought was rlly cool!!

tldr i love my oc!!!! thank you for the ask, anon!! sorry about this being super long and also kinda hard to understand, but i promise ill make it easier to read whenever i do make a big post about him!! thank u for reading

[tumblertown-headcanons]

Playing D&D:

Sage is the DM and has an amazingly creative storyline for everyone to follow. Everyone is too busy being goofy ahh to actually follow it in the way it was intended. When someone in particular really irritates her she purposely tries to kill them off for a session or two. She clears her throat really loudly whenever someone interrupts her. She stays up late coming up with ideas for sessions and has a playlist for the campaign.

Vapor plays as a druid. She's the only one that tries to get the party back on track and actually follow the main storyline. Her character probably looks very cool and is a woman with actual protective armor. She's not too familiar with the game but made sure to do her research and watch some videos so she knows the concept beforehand. She's probably a lawful good character and uses sites like D&D and beyond.

Sylvie probably is a cleric and has a home brew character. She's played this game before with friends but never that often so Vapor probably knows more than her about it. Her character looks super cutsie and her appearance is more style than practicality. For some reason her character is slightly homicidal, Chaotic neutral.

Chad plays as a bard and has a harem of monsters. He honestly hasn't played the game but maybe once or twice in highschool. He's constantly flirting with Noir's character. Chaotic good alignment probably. Probably has a little notepad to jot stuff down on. Sorta has no idea what he's doing but somehow manages to convince the Sage to let him do the most random stuff. He has successfully flirted with a giant spider. His character honestly sorta looks like himself but (somehow) hotter.

Noir plays a necromancer that has beef with Slyvie's character. Very much a squishy middle center type of character character. Even though he's literally dating Chad, he gets flustered whenever Chad's character flirts with his own. His character would be almost op if he didn't suck as rolling. I'm almost positive he's played this game before. Chaotic good but in a completely different way than Chad. His character probably looks really mysterious and has a mask or a weird hat. He types all the stuff he needs to remember out on the notes app of his phone.

Assistant plays as a sorcerer and has an actually well thought out character. They have a clear story arc in their head but literally nothing goes according to plan and they have embraced the insanity. They've played the game before but have never finished a campaign. I wanna say they play a lawful neutral character. I think their character would have a really elegant cloak or something. They definitely have a notebook with a bunch of sticker on it for that specific campaign.

Goon plays a rogue because they thought stealing stuff would be fun. They have never played this game before but they're having a lot of fun with it. Mainly because for some unknown reason they're God's favorite and they keep rolling Nat 20's. They keep asking stuff like "can I seduce the squid?" (They weren't allowed to try) They aren't particularly prepared and sometimes they need a little help. They probably have a Chaotic neutral character and came up with a really idiotic (in a funny way) backstory for them. They know what their character looks like but has no idea how to explain it.

Looking back I realize I typed a lot so my bad if it's hard to read.

DUUUUUDE, DO NOT FEEL SORRY YOU COOOOKED!!!

Assistant definitely has a thing for muscles and cloaks, pre-meeting the others they definitely tried to have well-thought out characters and still do! The idea of their characters now is they just play as Gender swapped Hatsune Miku with muscles and a sick-ass cloak

Goon: @boredgoon

Noir: @sirlordevil

Chad: @deadless-corpse

Sylvie and Vapor: @vaporeon2010317

Sage: @sagehyperfixates

[withlovelunette]

Hello Lunette! I saw your post about needing advice on how to reconnect with your writing after an absence due to chronic illness, and while I don’t have a chronic illness, I do have chronic depression. Here are 5 tips I’ve learned over the years that have helped me when it comes to feeling disconnected from your writing. Hopefully they help!

Read a book or watch a movie that is similar to what you’re trying to write. Pay attention to how you feel as you read/watch, how the story draws you in, and what kind of imagery/language is used. In what ways is your writing similar to these stories? In what ways is it different?

Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite! Don’t even look at the old scene- just rewrite it from memory. See if anything changes in tone or verbiage.

Bounce ideas off of friends. Sometimes we just need somebody to sort through the weeds with us. Ask for their honest (but kind and constructive) feedback, and see if they have any insights that can help.

Take a notebook with you everywhere you go and jot down your ideas. Whether it’s snippets of prose or dialogue, words that evoke feeling or even journaling! Any writing is better than no writing! Plus keeping all of your thoughts in one spot will help you connect your ideas.

Get excited!!! Make writing fun! Make playlists for your story and/or characters! Make niche memes about your story only a you will understand! Be your own number one fan! Sometimes you just have to let yourself get funky with it!

I hope this helps! If you ever want to talk about your writing or get feedback on something your stuck with my messages are always open! 💛

Thank you so much for the advice!! I saw this ask when it first arrived into my inbox, but didn't get around to answering it until now; I figured other people might also be able to take something useful away from this ask so I wanted to share it :,) Luckily, I have gotten back into the swing of writing, although I'm (evidently) very far behind on tumblr. With some more experience being a chronically ill writer under my belt, these tips have been very helpful for me, particularly the 4th one. Being chronically ill (physically in my case, but this applies to other forms as well!) means you pretty much never know what your physical/mental state is going to be on any given day, so I've given up on planning my writing sessions and embraced writing more sporadically in my notes whenever I feel up for it, and then assemble it into a doc later.

I really appreciate you and everyone else who's reached out ever since I've spoken up about my health problems. Needless to say, it's been a rough (and lonely!) past year as I'm not really surrounded by other people who have any experience with chronic illness. It's a very alienating experience, but that's what makes online spaces like these very helpful; even if I mostly just lurk nowadays until I can manage to be consistent again. I hope you (and anyone else reading this) have a good writing year in 2024! :D <3

[christowhore]

Redeeming Myself

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader

summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.

word count: 6.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰

i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above.

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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.

Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.

You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.

He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.

The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.

That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.

You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.

It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”

“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.

He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.

He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.

Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.

“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”

You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.

It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.

Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.

The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.

Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.

He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.

“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”

You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?

Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.

Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.

He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.

Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.

“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”

Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.

He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.

The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.

“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”

Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.

He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.

Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”

Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”

The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.

He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.

And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.

Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.

“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”

After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.

A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.

She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.

He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.

As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.

“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.

Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.

“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”

You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.

The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.

Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.

“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”

Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.

“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.

“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”

Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”

The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.

You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.

Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.

The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.

Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!

The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.

Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.

With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.

Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.

It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.

Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.

Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.

Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.

Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.

Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”

He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.

Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.

Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”

Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.

“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”

The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.

You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.

“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”

You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”

“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”

“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.

“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”

His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”

The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.

“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.

Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”

He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.

“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”

Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.

“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”

Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.

“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.

“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”

Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.

The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”

Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.

“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”

Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.

“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”

Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.

It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.

Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.

Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.

You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.

This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.

With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.

Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.

Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.

“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.

“I love you too Chris.”

Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.

Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“You’re all mine.”

His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.

“Forever and always.”

You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.

“The love of my life.”

His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.

“My beautiful fiancé.”

You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.

“The future Mrs. Evans.”

And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”

How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”

With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.

Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.

Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.

He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.

“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”

The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.

You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”

Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.

Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.

“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.

He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.

The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.

Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.

Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.

Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”

With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.

You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.

His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”

You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.

“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”

Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.

His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”

Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.

He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”

You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.

Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.

“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”

With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.

“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.

“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”

You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.

If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.

He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.

He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.

The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.

Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”

The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.

You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.

With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.

“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”

“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”

A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.

Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.

After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.

The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.

Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.

“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”

Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.

While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.

“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”

A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”

Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.

You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.

chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)

Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.

A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”

You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.

A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.

also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.

if you enjoyed this, please make sure to reblog and comment. feedback is much appreciated !

* divider credits : @firefly-graphics *

[lokislittlesigyn]

loki using his magic for mundane things

this turned into a loki x reader headcanon thing, have fun

okay let’s get this one out of the way: he summons knives to use in the kitchen.

but not just any knives

no no

he’d know all the different kinds of knives and their uses

and if you used a knife for something other than its intended purpose?

he’d watch you

hovering over your shoulder

you’d glance back at him.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that- Well, that’s not the one you should use at all, not for this.”

You pause.

Sigh.

“Okay. Enlighten me.”

he then goes on a Very long tangent about knives, and thankfully, still finishes whatever task you were set to

perhaps finishing peeling that fruit you were about to enjoy as he talks, and absentmindedly handing you the pieces as he cuts them

he knows how you like them

but he really does want to discuss the nuances of his different blades, it’s something he’s interested in!!!

he uses his magic to summon things a lot

and if he’s still “learning” you, your likes and dislikes and quirks and such, he might even summon a little quill and piece of paper to jot them down

he likes keeping track of things you deem important

important dates (asgardian calendars are vastly different from midgardian, and things move so quickly here, he hates to forget them and risk hurting you)

important dates (he’s absolutely a romantic. and whenever you mention a dream destination of yours, a favorite food, a favorite place, etc. he makes a mental - or physical - note of it)

sometimes you notice and you ask about it

and he smirks and flicks his wrist and assures you “Oh, it’s nothing, dear.”

“You sure?”

“As certain as you are beautiful.”

that tends to quiet you down.

he also summons a quill and paper to joke and tease (naturally)

maybe you try something you probably shouldnt have but it seemed like a good idea and

maybe you end up on the ground, firmly on your behind, not hurt, but your pride is definitely wounded

and loki Looks at you, after making sure you’re all right, and summons a Long scroll

“What are you doing?!” you huff

“Oh, just checking how many times I warned you not to do that before you promptly ignored me.”

you throw a pillow at his head.

he dodges, naturally, and laughs, and quickly disappears

only to reappear beside you and scoop you up

he insists he needs to check you over again! properly!

make sure you’re not hurt!

his “checking over” just happens to include holding you gently, and kissing your forehead, and setting you back on your feet with a loving “Now, don’t try that again, yes?”

but that ability can ALSO be very useful when you forget your grocery list!!!

you get to the store and realize you left the paper at home. it’s an old piece of paper, a hand-me-down recipe you’d promised you’d make him because it’s just so good and he has to try it

but alas

the paper was left abandoned on your kitchen counter in your rush to leave (work had called, and distracted you, and loki was more concerned about getting your coat on you before you ventured out into the rain than anything else)

before you can huff and get frustrated with yourself for forgetting the list loki casts a little spell

and holds his hand out to you

the list delicately pinched between his fingers

his eyes bright, face smiling at you

you go silent. then grin

“What would I do without you?”

“Well, you’d be walking back home to get that list, for a start.”

you shudder at the thought. the cold rain is not very fun to walk in.

he’d use magic to summon the television remote over when you’re cuddling on the couch

use it to conjure a blanket over you when you fall asleep while working, exhausted

or else, carry you off to bed, and place a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you in

and let’s not forget how much he’d love to surprise you with your favorite little things - a flower (just one, but it’s your favorite), a snack (chocolate to share?), tickets to something (you never thought he’d get those!)

or maybe he’d even just make a little handwritten note appear next to you, asking to see you tonight, just the two of you

because he misses you

and for all the gifts and tricks he has, all the wonders he can conjure

nothing could ever bring him as much joy as seeing you smile.

[1-imaginary-girl]

I’m Your Man

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The reader decides to go to university during a break in the hunting action. Dean gets jealous when a student starts to flirt with you. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Unwanted flirting, jealous Dean, fluff.

Word Count: 1230

A/N: I love a good jealousy fic.

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You never thought you’d say this, but you were excited to be back in school. Since you became a hunter after high school, you never got to experience going to college. And with all of the hunting you do, there was never any time to do so.

However, lately you’ve had a break from apocalypses and life-changing events, so you thought now was the perfect time to go back to school. The boys agreed and happily supported you. Dean was a little grumpy that you would be spending less time with him so he made sure to always drop you off and pick you up, even when you insisted that it wasn’t too far for you to bike or hell, even drive one of the old cars in the bunker yourself.

Secretly though, you loved your little routine. Since you took morning classes, Dean would wake up early, make breakfast, and drive you to school. Then he would pick you up, ask about your day and have a meal made up for you when you get home. He’s been so supportive, and you find yourself falling for him more and more every day, something you didn’t think was possible!

You’re taking notes in your world history class, trying to jot down the rapid-fire words the professor says, when the class ends. You’re taking humanities courses your first year, but the main one was journalism, as that’s what you plan to major in.

You pack up your things and say goodbye to your friend Grace who has a class after this one. Even though she’s five years younger than you and you just met this year, you get along like you’ve been friends all your life.

As soon as you exit the door, a man named Winston catches up to you. “Hey Y/N, I almost missed you!” he says, falling into step beside you. You roll your eyes. So close. He’s not so much harassing you as he is annoying you. If he would accept that you were taken and just befriend you then that would be fine, but he will not stop trying to flirt with you.

He’s harmless, but every time you tell him you have a boyfriend and that you’re not interested, he just ignores you. Not to mention the fact that he’s a considerable amount of years younger than you but that doesn’t seem to bother him.

“Hi Winston, don’t you have another class?” you say, walking towards the parking lot, trying to get him to leave.

“Aww you remembered! That’s so sweet.” Honestly, you roll your eyes. You guess he isn’t getting attention from the other college girls. “And I always have time to hang out with my favourite girl.”

“Funny, because you are nowhere close to being my favourite guy.”

He laughs. “I love it when you play hard to get.”

“I’m not playing anything,” you say but he moves on.

“So, are you going to the party this weekend?” He asks. You don’t keep up with the parties and social activities on campus since you’re only here to get your education.

“What party?” you ask, just trying to stall and get to the parking lot.

“You don’t know? It’s blah blah blah…” He goes on talking about different people who you will never know or have any interest in knowing about. You finally exit the school to the parking lot when he finishes catching you up to speed on the social nonsense. “I can get you in if you want. You could be my plus one.”

Smooth, you think to yourself sarcastically. He always asks you out at least once whenever you see him. You look out at the lot to try and spot the impala when he moves in front of you, waiting for your answer. He is taller than you which would make you feel intimidated if you didn’t face all kinds of monsters on a daily basis.

“Can’t, sorry. I have plans with my boyfriend.” You don’t really, but you thought mentioning your boyfriend might throw him off his game. It does not.

“You’re in college! You should be having fun, going to parties and hanging out with your classmates. Your boyfriend should understand that.” This guy will not stop.

You ignore him again and say, “Can’t you find yourself a nice college girl who isn’t in a loving relationship, maybe someone your own age, and waste your time on her?”

“No one can replace you, babe.” He looks deep into your eyes with a lust-filled gaze and puts a hand on your hip. You immediately step back. Now you’re angry.

“Listen Winston—”

“Y/N!” You push Winston to the side to see Dean leaning against Baby. Judging by his posture and face, you can tell he’s trying to act tough. You stifle a laugh. Somebody’s jealous…

“That’s my boyfriend, gotta go.” You can tell by Winston’s face that he’s intimidated and you can’t help but want to add to his fear. “And by the way, if you keep flirting with me or ever try that move with your hand again, if I can’t get to you first, my boyfriend will gladly knock your ass out. It wouldn’t be the first time.” You throw him a wink and he shifts uncomfortably before turning around to enter the school. You smile and walk towards Dean.

“Hey babe,” you approach him and give him a kiss.

“Hey,” he says, looking back to where Winston just was. “Who was that guy?”

“His name’s Winston. I told you about him, remember?”

“Right.” He glares at the empty spot and you couldn’t tell from over there, but he is so hot when he’s jealous.

“You aren’t jealous, are you?” you tease him. He turns back to face you.

“What? No, of course not!” he says. You raise your eyebrow and he frowns. “It’s just…that’s who gets to spend time with you? Really?” You bite back another laugh.

“It’s too bad you’re not.” He looks at you weird before you run your hands up to his shoulders. “Because I think you look hot when you’re jealous.”

He looks a little surprised. “Really?” You bite your lip and nod. He looks down before saying, “Maybe I was a little jealous.”

“But why would you be jealous of him,” you say as you move closer to him. “When I’m with you.” You kiss his neck and start a trail up to his lips in between your next words. “The hottest…sexiest…toughest man…I’ve ever met.” By the time you reach his lips, he’s already putty in your hands.

“I guess that is pretty stupid,” he whispers, looking at your lips.

“Yeah.” You lick your lips before pulling him down to meet you. You kiss passionately for a few moments before you part for air. “Now, why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private so I can show you all that that guy’s missing?”

“Yes please.” He nods quickly before kissing you once more. “I love you.”

You give him a peck on the nose and you both smile. “I love you too. Now let’s ride!” You run around to the other side of the car.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Dean says, with a proud look on his face.

“You better believe it. And I’m not going anywhere.” You wink before you both enter the car and drive off, leaving the jealousy behind.

[dimpleddaydreams]

Studio Night (Idol!Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: Fluff  Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Idol!Hoseok, Reader  Rating: T Word Count: 945  Warnings: None, it’s just fluff. A/N: Just a short oneshot I wrote for fun! Everything I’ve been writing recently has been so dark and long, I thought I’d write something completely opposite. Hope you enjoy it. (Also, I know the header pic is not my best work, it was done quickly. Please don’t come for me lol) xx

    Yoongi sat alone in his studio, the door shut and locked. He tapped his pen onto the desk before jotting down a few more lines on the paper. Reading it back to himself, he scoffed, ripping it from the notebook and throwing it into the already overflowing trash can.

    He looked at the time on his computer. 1:12 am.

    He had been in the studio almost all day, and still had nothing to show for it. Everything he wanted to say, he couldn’t seem to put into words. He tried playing a few strings on his guitar, but no note seemed to speak to what he was feeling.  

     Yoongi looked at the messy state his desk was in; empty cans of various drinks, wrappers from several hours’ worth of snacks, a notebook with half the pages ripped out, a pen and his phone, opened to your Instagram. He grabbed his device, looking at your profile. He scrolled down, taking in every sweet-smiled picture you’ve posted, every night out with friends, every new adventure you were excited to share.

     He stumbled on an old picture of the two of you. He smirked, remembering it clearly.

      “Come on, Yoongi, we hang out all the time and I don’t have a single picture with you!”

      “Agh…” He groaned. He leaned back on the couch in your living room, watching you get your phone camera ready.  

      “Please, Yoongi?” You pleaded, looking up at him with big eyes. “Just one.”

      “Fine…” He grumbled playfully. He knew it was useless, he couldn’t seem to tell you no.

    He scooted in slightly closer to you, afraid you could hear how hard his heart was beating. The scent of your perfume tickled his nose, and he could feel how warm you were, even from the distance.

   “Look, I know you’re trying to act like you’re too cool for anything,” You teased, smiling at him when he raised his eyebrows. “But could you at least pretend like we’re friends.”

    A grin creeped up on Yoongi’s face, amused at your teasing. He scooted even closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

    “That’s more like it.” You said through giggles. Yoongi’s grin became a full, gummy smile, as you rested your head into him for the picture.

    With one quick snap, it was over. You pulled away from him, your warmth leaving him. His face dropped as you focused on your phone, flipping through the filters.

    His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, startling him. He quickly shut off his phone before cracking the door opened slightly, peeking out to see Hoseok greeting him with a sleepy smile.

 “Hey, do you need anything? I’m about to head home for the night.” He asked. Yoongi opened the door completely.

 “No, I’m ok. Just trying to figure this song out.” Yoongi said, walking back to his desk.

 “What’s the hang up?” Hoseok asked, coming into the studio.

 “I uh…” Yoongi started, not knowing how to explain. “I guess I know the concept for it, like, I know what I want to say. I just don’t know how to say it.”

  Hoseok nodded, trying to think of something helpful to say with the vague answer Yoongi gave him. Yoongi’s phone interrupted, vibrating loudly on the desk. They both looked down to see a message from you.

  Hey, loser, are you up?  

  Hoseok watched as Yoongi snatched his phone quickly, a smirk on his face as he read your message again, before pulling up his messages to text you back immediately.

  “I think I get what you mean.” Hoseok said to Yoongi, face glued to his phone.  

  “Hm.” Yoongi hummed, half-listening to his friend.

  “It’s hard to find the words sometimes to tell a girl how you feel.” Hoseok said, causing Yoongi’s head to shoot up, his brows furrowed as he looked genuinely clueless.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi mumbled, causing Hoseok to laugh.

 “You’re in love with Y/N, it’s pretty obvious.” Hoseok said. “You can’t write the song because you won’t admit it. You can’t put words to how you feel if you’re not willing to even acknowledge it.”

  Yoongi scoffed, his instincts to get defensive kicking in.

  “I’m not in love with her. I didn’t sit in this room all day, trying to write a song for Y/N.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, bringing his attention back to your message. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Hoseok laughed. “Ok, Yoongi. Whatever you say, I won’t push you.”

  Yoongi watched his friend wave goodbye as he walked out of the studio door, a smug smile on his face.

  He huffed dismissively as he sat back down in his chair, looking at the bubble on his screen. He leaned back, waiting on your message, his thumbs wiggling over the screen in anticipation.

 I can’t sleep. I know you’re working, but do you care if I come over?  

 Yoongi’s gummy smile couldn’t help but show itself as he read your message. Another bubble popped up, and Yoongi felt his heart thud as he read your message;

 Who knows? Maybe I can convince you to write your next song about how great I am. haha!

 He laughed at your playful message, loving the innocence that you had not knowing how right you actually were; how much truth there was in your joke.

 You can try, kid. Come over whenever, the door is always unlocked.

 He hit send, a jolt of excitement shooting through him at the realization that he gets to see you. He curses Hoseok under his breath with a smile on his face, hating to admit that his friend just might be right. x

[age-of-flower-power]

Give Love a Chance (J.T.K)- Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake Kizska x f!Reader

Summary: What happens when an overtly quirky hopeless-romantic girl who’s given up on love is confronted by a strikingly handsome bad boy in a band? What can these two learn from each-other and how can they both work to improve each-other’s lives, while also spiraling within the intense drama that unfolds between their love? Why don’t you just read to find out, rom-com style.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: none for his chapter

A/N: Ughh these two lovebirds are going to kill me. I find that I really enjoy writing softer fics like this because I'm a sucker for love and I love have so many ideas for really crazy fics, but they always turn out to be so light and lovely anyway :) 

Just a reminder: my ask box is open and I am taking requests!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, okay. Don’t come for me.

chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

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It had been a few days since your date with Jake Kiszka. The weather, although it was only early autumn, began to seep in a little more. You could start to see the leaves going from a nice green to different hues of warm colors from outside the window in your room. It was nice, you loved this time of year. It did shift your mood a little, however. 

You had been keeping busy with writing, jotting down ideas and outlines of things to cover next, but you felt the world sort of slow down around you too. It was like, whenever you sat down to actually write, you couldn’t help but check your phone. Annie had mentioned to you a few times about how you seemed over-eager to write, and maybe that was why you couldn’t do it, but you knew the truth. Your head was in the clouds when it should’ve been grounded in reality. 

“You know,” Annie started upon returning home from her day-job, throwing her keys onto the kitchen table as she approached you from where you perched on the couch, laptop open in your lap, “I think we need to do a grocery run.”

You chewed your cheek, watching the type-bar flash at you from the brightness illuminating off the screen. The stupid thing was annoying you to no-end so you grumbled, closing the lid when nothing came to you, shifting your body to face Annie now. 

“I think you’re right. I feel like I need to get out or I'll waste away here.” You told her. Annie smiled, rubbing her hands together to get some warmth out of them. 

“Great! But you’re driving. It’s getting colder out there and I don’t feel like freezing my hands off while gripping the wheel, ya know?” She was always like this, a mild inconvenience didn’t bode well for her. 

“Annie, it’s like…” You looked outside, then pulled out your phone from the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing, “60 degrees outside. How are you already cold?” You snorted, pocketing your phone again. Annie crossed her arms and pouted at you, tapping her foot. 

“I'm not from here! You know that! It’s getting closer to sweater weather and I’m not excited.” She replied. Unlike you, Annie didn’t love any cold weather at all. You were surprised she had lived here this long just on account of the fact she practically shriveled up whenever the temperatures dropped below freezing. 

“Well I am. Halloween is coming up in a few weeks. I thought you loved going out to see all the cute costumes kids come up with?” You rose from your position on the couch, passing her to go put on something that looked at least presentable to the public eye. Pajamas and a sweatshirt often didn’t make the cut. 

Annie stuck her tongue out at you when you passed, waiting for you to get dressed and grab your purse so you two could go. Grocery runs were always fun together, but you also made a mental note of other things you might need to pick up while out and about. 

When you returned to Annie, dressed in something fairly decent to run errands in, the two of you left for your car. You hadn’t driven it in awhile, everything in town was close enough to usually walk to anyway like your editor’s office, or a few restaurants and bars, and even your favorite book store. It was convenient for you to be able to get out on foot every once and awhile, but that didn’t mean a car wasn’t necessary. The grocery store wasn’t as close as everything else though. Annie’s parents lived a few towns over, so when inevitably you did need your car, that was typically the longest haul you could handle making. The topic of your family was… well unimportant for now.

The two of you settled into your shitty car and took off not long after. You didn’t even notice your phone chime from inside your purse, the music Annie was shuffling through from the passenger’s seat was too loud. 

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You had left to get groceries and other necessities a few hours ago. By the time you and Annie stumbled into your shared apartment (many bags in tow since neither of you believed in taking two trips) you were glad you had gotten out. 

The store wasn’t busy by any means but it still took you a while to peruse and get basic foods to live off of. Not to mention, you both had stopped by a convenience store to stock up again on some products for the bathroom. After an afternoon of adulting, putting it all away, and sorting through what was yours and Annie’s you hadn’t checked your phone once. 

Sometimes you forgot it existed, and sometimes it was the only thing on your mind. It really depended on what your mind was focusing on in the moment, but either way you remember it existed eventually. 

Such as now, as you placed a fresh tube of toothpaste in the bathroom sink and threw out the old one, you walked back into your room to see your purse laid haphazardly on your bed, the contents spilling out. You must’ve thrown it there when you were tidying up… 

You walked over, pulling your phone out from underneath the other miscellaneous items and tapping the screen to watch as it flashed on. 

There were a few texts from your friends in a group chat they had made a while back, mostly directed at Annie. You ignored those in favor of reading through a text sent from none other than Jake himself. 

        Jake (from the bar):

        Hey, I'm not doing anything tonight. Practice got out early. Can I come over?

        Sent, 4:43pm

You read it over steadily, checking the time at the top right corner of your phone to see just how much time had passed since he sent the message. It was now nearing 6:30pm, meaning you hadn’t read the message in over an hour and a half. You scolded yourself but easily forgave yourself too as you typed a reply. 

        You:

        Sure! I don’t have anything planned though, is that okay?

        Sent, 6:29pm

Normally you would chuck your phone to the side and wait for a reply, but for some reason you were eager to see him so you stood there on the edge of your bed for a few minutes and watched as the ellipsis popped up and disappeared a few times. You chewed your cheek in hesitation before finally:

        Jake (from the bar)

        That’s okay, trust me. I'm not really up for anything anyway.

        Sent, 6:33pm

You were weak mentally, you couldn’t help the little cheer that came out of your mouth as you typed back. You prayed you weren’t responding too fast, but honestly he probably didn’t care. 

        You:

        Just give me half an hour and you can head over, xoxo

        Sent, 6:34pm

Jake responded to that with a thumbs up. You dropped your phone back onto your bed and looked around your room, doing a mental once-over in case anything looked out of place… it didn’t seem too bad so you shrugged, turning on your heel to walk out of your room and into the kitchen to inspect that. It wasn’t like everything needed to be neat and tidy, but you definitely got a little frazzled if things weren’t in the correct places you liked to keep them. 

You spotted Annie on the couch applying mascara with a hand-held mirror, her legs folded under herself as she pampered her face with makeup. 

“Where are you off to?” You asked her, watching as he brought the mirror closer to inspect face carefully. Her lips pursed at the image of herself she deemed ‘cute’, turning to you.

“Out with our friends. Didn’t you see the text messages? They wanna grab drinks.” She told you, placing the mirror down on the couch cushion next to her. You pushed your glasses up, fixing them on the bridge of your nose from where they usually slid down. 

“Oh, uhm,” you walked over, plopping down next to her. She moved her makeup bag to make room for you. “Jake is coming over so, I don’t think I’ll be going out tonight, actually.” You said, trying to come off more casual to soften the reaction you knew it would gain from her. 

Annie gawked at you, slapping your arm. You winced from the sting and glared at her but she was unapologetic. 

“Look at you! Tell me all the details tomorrow morning! I don’t think I’m staying tonight… ugh!” She whined, packing up her makeup and things with a faux frown. “I can’t believe I'm missing this! You have to keep me updated-” 

“I will, but you have to stay sober enough tonight to remember to text me if you end up going over to your boyfriend's house-” You lectured her. Annie rolled her eyes, showcasing her beautiful long lashes. 

“He has a name.” She reminded you. You ignored her, pinching her arm. 

“And for the record, nothing is going to happen between Jake and I. We’re just hanging out.” It was Annie’s turn to flinch now, whining as you pinched rather harshly. She rubbed the sore spot on her arm. 

“That’s how it starts, (Y/N). Hanging out turns into casual sex.” She forewarned. You shook your head at her and made a face, clearly not feeding into her terrible advice. 

“But this time it’s different, Annie. In terms of intimacy, he hasn’t even alluded to anything of that kind!” You told her. Annie looked you up and down, shrugged, and stood from the couch. 

“If you say so.” She said. You watched her clean up, leaving to deposit her things back in her room probably. She walked back out, throwing a coat on as she made her way to the door. “I’ll see you later, okay? Use protection.” She told you. 

You flipped her off, sinking back into the couch with your arms crossed until you heard the door close and lock. Once you were sure she was out of earshot for good you moved to clean the living room of anything laying around, making sure the kitchen was in order as well. You didn’t want to admit it, but it had been a few long months since any guy beside’s Annie’s boyfriend had been inside your apartment, and you didn’t want Jake to assume the worst of you if it was a mess. Well, a mess by your standards.

After double-checking the interior of your living space you went to freshen up a bit. That entailed tying your hair up and washing your face. After a once-over in the mirror you nodded, approving yourself. 

You checked your phone for the time, noting you had about a five minute mark left before you were to be expecting Jake. You chewed your lip. 

Should I do anything else? You thought to yourself. Well, there wasn’t much else to do. It wasn’t like you were trying to impress him. He had been in here once before, although it was just on the couch. But still, if he wanted to deviate from the living room at any point in the night, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself with dirty clothes or papers lying around. 

It didn’t matter. Before you had time to doubt yourself there was a knock at your door. You heaved a giant sigh, slapped your cheek gently once to make sure you weren’t dreaming, and made your way to the door to open it steadily. Jake was here, it was fine, and you were happy to see him, you reminded yourself. 

As your hand twisted the knob and pulled open the door your heart leaped from it’s chest. God that was embarrassing… you flushed. Standing at the entrance, same as a few nights before, was Jake. Only, this time he wasn’t leaning cooly or smug in his mannerisms. He just smiled at you. You smiled back, taking in his appearance. 

He appeared to be wearing an actual t-shirt this time, no open buttons to show off his chest. It was loose fitting on his slender frame… you also noticed his shirt was tucked somewhat into the bleached jeans he wore, the sides of the fabric pooling off and around his hips. You noticed the chelsea boots that went with his casual attire, remarking on how a man could even pull something like that off… mm, blue really did suit him… You snapped yourself out of it. 

“Can I come in?” Jake questioned from where he stood at the door, smiling when he noticed you re-focus your gaze off of his form and to his eyes. You chuckled, trying to steady your rapidly approaching heart-beat. 

“Of course,” you stepped to the side as he took a few steps in, “welcome back.” You joked, closing the door behind him. Jake looked around again, eye flickering to each corner. When he looked back at you he ran a hand through his hair, the other sliding into his front pocket. 

“So.” he said, clearing his throat. 

“So…” You remarked, rocking back and forth on your toes. “Did you want to maybe watch a movie? Or uhm,” you pushed up your glasses, “Sorry, I’m not used to this.” You said, giving up on formulating ideas. 

Jake chuckled from beside you, taking his hand from his pocket to reach out and softly take your own into his hand. “It’s okay, if i'm honest, me either.” He pulled you close, kissing your temple gently. “A movie sounds good to me.”

You smiled despite your nerves, stepping away, hand in hand, backpedaling to lead him steadily to the living room. Once you were there you plopped onto the plush cushion of the couch, Jake easing into the spot next to you. 

“What sort of movies do you like? I don’t really think I’ve ever asked.” You said, letting go of his hand to grab the remote and flip onto Netflix. You directed your gaze away from him to scroll through your account briefly. Jake hummed from beside you, considering your question. 

“Well, I don’t normally get to pick in my household so, I suppose that leaves it up to you for options. I can decide from there.” You made a mental note of that. Usually Jake, from what you’d noticed over the course of dates and time spent texting, liked to make the decisions for the two of you. However, now he seemed to leave it open for you to decide. You were flattered, but also appalled. 

The discography on your Netflix account was embarrassing. It was filled with recommendations for rom-coms, dramas, and other romantic interests. You definitely had a problem, and now Jake was seeing your frantically scroll to cover up the many recommendations Netflix threw at you. 

“You know, I think this explains a lot about you.” Jake said with a light laugh, throwing his arm to rest on the back of the couch while he watched you scroll. You stopped looking through the recommendations to throw a playful glare at him, huffing. 

“You caught me, I'm hopeless when it comes to that kind of stuff.” You told him, setting the remote in his lap now. You didn’t want to pick, too afraid of what you’d choose in front of him. Jake took it gingerly, throwing a smirk your way as it was his turn to scroll aimlessly. 

“I'm not complaining, babe. It’s cute, you like what you like. It just makes sense to me.” Your heart almost shot out of your chest, you were pretty sure. Did he just use a petname? Babe?! You pushed up your glasses, having to look away from him for a moment. 

“Well, what do you usually watch then?” You asked, turning your attention to the tv to watch him ghost over film after film. Jake tapped the remote on his knee from beside you, shrugging. 

“I like comedies, or action, but I'm not opposed to chick flicks.” He told you. You started to bounce your knee. Jake clicked on something starring Matthew Mchonahey, settling for a 90s romance story. You’d seen it hundreds of times before, but watching Jake appease you was endearing. 

“This is a good choice, I love his accent.” You told him, shifting your body to face the screen fully, leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch. Jake scooted a little closer, so his arm was behind your head now. 

“I liked him a lot in Dazed and Confused, if that counts.” He said, watching the opening scene alongside you. You laughed, keeping your hands in your lap. 

“It is a good stoner film, if you’re into that kinda stuff.” You replied. Jake huffed, breathing through his nose. 

“Not anymore.” Was all he said. 

You two settled into the couch to watch the film flicker on the television, relaxing into each other. Eventually, a few minutes into the film, Jake had slipped off his boots and set them aside, one leg hanging off the couch. His other leg was perched on the end of where he sat, knee in the air. He seemed cozy enough, especially since his hand that was behind your hair lazily twirled your ponytail around, fiddling with your soft strands in his finger. You subconsciously rested back into the feeling of his hand, enjoying the gentle gesture. 

As the movie progressed, you two sort of melted into each other at some point. Jake’s arm began to fall asleep so as smooth as he possibly could, he let it fall to drape over your shoulders. You tucked yourself into his side, your legs pulled underneath you as you leaned into him. 

From this position you could feel his chest breath. You began to focus on him more and more as the images passed on the screen, deciding since you had seen this movie enough to instead focus on the way Jake was when he was with you. He was so relaxed, holding you ever so gently and letting you cuddle into the warmth he provided. 

It was so nice in fact, that halfway through the film you began to nod off. You didn’t want to fall asleep, but he was so warm and comfortable to rest against you couldn’t help yourself. Jake didn’t mention it, he just pulled you closer to his chest and let your head fall against his shoulder. You nuzzled into it, letting your eyes fall closed as he began to rub circles along the sleeve of your sweatshirt with his thumb. 

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You didn’t nap for long. It was impossible for you to stay asleep when you felt so much movement under you. You stirred slightly, eyes blinking open in your haze to notice you were still leaning on Jake’s shoulder, only his arm was reaching to grab something to pull over you. 

You opened your eyes fully now to the dimly lit light of the movie to see Jake shaking out and trying to gracefully place a throw-blanket from the couch over you. You nuzzled your nose into his shoulder as you tried to wake yourself up more from whatever sleep-cycle had overtaken you while you were out. 

“Shit sorry, did I wake you?” You heard Jake ask, his voice a nice and deep rumble from what you could hear while buried into his shoulder. 

“Mmmm,” you replied, “No… I didn’t even mean to fall asleep.” You told him, letting your head rise from his shoulder so you could see his face now. 

While lifting your head to face Jake you noticed things were a little blurry. You squinted, blinking to clear your vision with no avail. Jake watched you try to adjust your eyesight with a chuckle, endeared by you. Seemingly out of nowhere, the arm that wasn’t wrapped around you lifted your folded lenses to eye level. 

“You sort of knocked out, so I slid these off so you wouldn’t bend them.” Jake said, sliding his hand out from behind you to unfold the pair of glasses and pass them over. You took them slowly, sliding them onto your face and blinking once your eyes were adjusted properly to the dim lighting of the living room. 

“That’s… sweet. Wow, uhm, thank you.” You said, trying to hide just how in awe you were of such a simple little action. Jake shrugged, sitting up to shake his elbow out a little. He must’ve been sore from holding you in that position as long as he did, you thought. You turned your head to the television to see a different movie was playing, you also took note of how the volume seemed to be turned down… 

“Jake,” you muttered since your voice still seemed to be warming up, “did you let me fall asleep, finish that movie… turn the volume down… and start something else to watch while you waited for me to wake up?” You blinked, trying to calculate in your sleepy reality what all had happened while you were out. Jake seemed almost sheepish, scratching his chin in thought as he surmised an answer for you.

“For starters,” Jake dropped his hand to his knee and flexed it, “you were out for an hour or two.” He squinted to recount what else he should explain. “I didn’t want to get up since you looked really content to just nap, and I also wasn’t sure how light of a sleeper you were,” you watched him fidget with a stray thread on his pants, “So I turned the volume down so you could sleep better.” 

Was it possible to be absolutely smitten and also feel terrible at the same time? Probably. 

You ran a hand over your face and under your glasses, scratching at your eyes to wipe away the sleep now that you had been up for a few moments. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet-” you dropped your hands to stare at him, “But I feel terrible. I didn't mean to use you as a human pillow!”

Jake laughed at you, pulling your hands from your lap to take into his own. He squeezed them gently, rubbing his thumbs against your skin to soothe your worries. It was like everything he did with you was so gentle, but he never once hesitated to show you how deeply he wanted to care for you. 

“(Y/N), you can relax. I actually didn’t mind at all.” Jake told you, leaning in to press your foreheads together. “I’m glad you felt relaxed enough to take a little nap, because you’re insanely adorable.” 

Everytime he said that to you, or vocalized his thoughts about you it felt surreal. Jake had a way of making the way he complimented you feel like the world’s greatest reward, and you wanted to eat up each crumb he left for you and then beg for more. 

“Well to be fair, you’re really comfortable to lay on…” You admitted, smiling with Jake kissed the tip of your nose and pulled away to admire the sight of you. Your cheeks were rosy from his affection. You looked away, trying to mask how he made you feel when you were alone. 

You both were silent for a moment, dancing around doing or saying anything else. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but it definitely had an air to it you weren’t sure you were brave enough to breach. Jake was though. 

“It’s sort of late, did you…” Jake started, trailing off. You noticed him lick his lips, focusing on his pink and glossy appearance when his tongue darted back in his mouth. 

“Did I…?” You asked, tilting your head to watch him formulate a question. Jake nodded. 

“Did you want me to stay the night?” He finished. Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh?

Oh. 

Did you want Jake to stay the night? Well, you certainly didn’t want him to leave… but it didn’t look like he had any clothes for tomorrow. Sure, you had extra toothbrushes, but was it too soon? It was date 3 technically… Oh god, what would Annie say? 

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, trying to cover a smile that wanted to creep it’s way onto your face. 

“I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be opposed.” You replied in honesty, watching the way he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the strands back to let them fall into place naturally after he was done fussing with it. 

“Then I’ll stay. I don’t have anywhere to be till the afternoon tomorrow anyway.” he shifted on the couch, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his middle, ducking your head under his chin so he could hold you there. 

“Jake Kiszka,” you smirked sheepishly just like he always did, “If I didn’t know any better I would say you were asking me for breakfast.” It was a light tease, but with the way Jake huffed through his nose and just held you tighter, you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea, just like you weren’t opposed to him staying the night. 

“Let’s just get ready for bed, babe. You sound tired, and as a gentleman I shouldn’t infringe on your beauty sleep.” He teased you back, pinching your side in an attempt to get a reaction. You laughed as it tickled, pushing off of him to get him to stop. Then, you stood and pulled him up with you.

Jake shut the tv off and threw the remote back onto the couch, leaving his boots and anything else he had brought besides his phone to stay while you lead him to your room. You didn’t give yourself time to consider how this was technically the first time he would be entering your “domain” or time to think about how maybe he wouldn’t like looking at you when you woke up. It didn’t matter, because when you stepped through the threshold of your living-space his arms snaked around your waist from behind and he kissed the back of your neck, holding you tight. 

You let yourself pat his forearms. “Come on little rockstar, you haven’t even seen my super awesome nightlight.” You joked. Jake snorted into your hair as he nuzzled his nose behind your ear. You listened to his laugh intently, smiling at yourself from the sound. You liked to think of all the different ways you had seen him laugh throughout the short time in knowing him. His airless chuckles when he was amused with himself, or his belly-laughing at your lame comments, and even the way he snorted and huffed cutely at you whenever he was truly at ease. 

Just by being there, in the entrance of your room with Jake, you began to realize how you wanted to listen to his laugh everyday if you could. How, you wanted to be there to see every which-way his nose twitched and his lips curved with each passing movement… was that bad? You hoped not, because you didn’t want to end up finding that this sense of ‘like’ you were deeply falling into was nothing but a fluke. 

You steeled yourself away from those thoughts, just like any insecurities you had. Right now, you could at least admit to yourself that you were tired. You wanted to lay in bed with Jake in his arms and listen to heartbeat and lull off to that… yeah, that sounded good. 

Jake broke away from you first, snooping around briefly to peruse through the few square-feet that actually made up your bedroom. Your bed was centered, leaving open space on either side for your nightstand and a desk in the corner, in front of an open window. That held your laptop and any work items you used on a regular basis. You watched him take in your space, recount each book on the shelf, and nod to himself as he looked over your weekly to-do list that was plastered on the lid of your closed lap-top. 

Jake turned to you after he seemed to like what he saw, smiling easily. You apparently had gotten lost in watching him be in your space that you hadn’t moved an inch from where you had been standing originally, too tranced by him to really think at all. 

“Ready for bed?” You asked, snapping yourself out of whatever grip this handsome boy had on you. Jake nodded easily, shifting his stride to follow you as you excited and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and go-through your nightly routine. 

The rest of the night was easy. You had given Jake a spare and unopened toothbrush from your medicine cabinet and stood next to each other in the mirror as you cleaned your teeth. It was oddly domestic to glance over at one another every once and awhile. When that was done you lent him a pair of spare boxers you kept in your closet, asking that he didn’t point out why you had them in the first place. It wasn’t really a secret, your brother had come to stay over the summer and left them, and being the girl you were you had washed and kept them just because. 

They obviously came in handy now, but Annie had made fun of you for it before. You didn’t mind though, because now as you settled in under the covers with Jake, the entire night was turning out to be rather successful for you both. Neither of you had done really anything eventful, but the domesticity of it all rounded out to having you both in high spirits. 

After shutting the light of your room off you smiled at Jake, laying on your side and facing him. Jake smiled back, his hair pooling out around his head on the pillow below. 

“You don’t mind taking this while, thing, slow. Do you?” You didn’t know what to call whatever relationship the two of you shared was. You had only asked because an ounce of courage struck right before you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over. Jake shook his head at you, yawning quietly from beside you. 

“I’ve had a lot of things in my life happen faster than I could keep up with. Whatever this thing is,” he quoted you, “It’s nice. I don’t want to rush into anything if you aren’t ready for it (Y/N).” He said, letting his eyes flutter closed. You looked over his eyelashes… the subtle crease in his brow. 

“We’ve got all the time in the world to rush into love.” You told him, letting your eyes fall closed as well. You didn’t see Jake’s little tired smile, resting beside him constantly. 

“It wouldn’t be hard to give love a chance.” Jake replied back to you. 

In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t loving that was hard. It was letting yourself be loved and giving it your all until you weren’t sure you could give anymore that made it difficult. As you laid there, drifting off next to your new-found dream boy, you decided then that you could put faith back out there. If being with Jake Kiszka was this easy, you were sure you had been looking in all the wrong places before. 

Besides, it took a lot of mental power to block out the world. Being with Jake meant you almost felt ready to let it all come rushing back in again.

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything (Not So) Nice (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Being a Barista and falling for a regular is as cliche as it gets. Having that customer become your new professor? Not so much. 

A/N: *Peeks head out* Hello everyone. I have come back from my unannounced hiatus to show off this baby. Major thanks to @definitelynotkatesblog​ and @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ for helping me put this fic together. This was written for the lovely @httpnxtt​ for the secret-fic-swap in the Discord (thanks @imagining-in-the-margins​.) I hope you all enjoy this smutty goodness. 

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: Face Slapping, Degradation, Slight Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (male receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex/Creampie

Word Count: 6.4K

Masterlist

Being a barista is pretty awesome. Sure, there were bitchy customers and super early mornings but it had it’s redeeming perks. We got free coffee, tea, and snacks during our shifts, which served the caffeine addict in me. I also learned how to make popular lattes, mochas, and frappes that I ended up making at home for myself one too many times. While there were the occasional assholes who couldn’t appear human before getting their hands on some caffeine, there were the regulars who made it worth it. Most of the regulars were so sweet, I appreciated a familiar face when they came in. Some.. more than others.

“He’s baaaaaaaaack,” my coworker Hazel whispered to me in a sing-song voice as she scribbled a customer’s name on a cup. I turned to see who she was talking about, but I already had an inkling about who it was.

My suspicions were correct. I turned to see one of our kindest regulars, my personal favorite customer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Is it weird to know the full name -including the honorific- of a customer? Possibly. But when I’d asked for his name to write on his cup the first time he came in, he accidentally gave me his full name. 

“Dr. Reid- uh, Spencer. Sorry, work habit.” He stuttered, avoiding my eyes after the mistake.

“No worries! What can I get started for you?”

As a Criminology major,  I learned to study the people who catch my attention before indulging them. Call it an old habit. 

Dr. Spencer Reid had earned his title and then some. He’d joined the FBI at only 22, having six degrees under his belt by the age of 27. He’d written several dissertations and co-wrote novels with his colleague, David Rossi. Someone with his reputation could be a pompous ass and have a leg to stand on, which is what made his humbled demeanor so much sweeter. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes, which was a nice little bow on top. 

Hazel liked to joke about how we’d make a cute couple but I know she only did it to watch me get flustered.  

I walked towards the counter to take his order, leaving Hazel with the task of refilling the caramel syrup. I’m always the one to help him since he very aptly pointed out that I’m the only one who makes his coffee just how he likes it.  

Some days, he’d let me surprise him with a random creation. I’d confirm if he wanted caffeine (he always did), iced or not, and any flavor requests. He’d take his drink, tip me handsomely and let me know his thoughts on the drink the next time he came in. So far, his favorite was the almond milk honey latte I’d concocted. It was nice to have a little bit of fun, especially with regulars who were as consistent as him.

“Hey Doc, what can I get ya’?” I asked.

“The usual, please,” he said with a smile. I nodded and set off to make his drink: a venti dark roast with a shit ton of sugar, a dash of nutmeg, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.

“Of course!” I quickly go to fill his order, making sure to put a complimentary treat in a bag for him. I know he had the ultimate sweet tooth so I try to sneak him a confection whenever I can. At first, he was a bit reluctant to take the free pastries, but nowadays he usually smiles when he sees the small bag. 

“Here ya’ go.” I handed him his steamy cup of caffeine along with the little treat, seeing him smile at the small pun I add to his cup, “Have a BREW-tiful day, Doctor!” I watched as his lips landed on the rim of the cup, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the sight making my cheeks promptly flush. I cleared my throat before asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s always good when you make it,” he stated matter of factly, a small smile touching his lips. The heat in my cheeks rose again. “Will you be taking a course this summer?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it. My first day is actually later today. I’m surprised the class section was open, to be honest.” Super surprised actually. I’d been trying to enroll in this class for the past couple of semesters but it was always full by the time I was able to even load the registration page.

“Well, I’ll wish you luck, but I’m sure you won’t need it.”

“How can you be so sure?” 

“I can just tell.” He stated calmly, like it was common knowledge. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. Before he could respond, an insistent cough caught both of our attention. I peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see a customer waiting for his order to be taken. I turned my attention back to the Doctor, an annoyed look painted on my face. He nodded, taking a hint from the impatient mouth breather behind him. 

“Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day. I hope that class goes well.”

“Bye, you too.” I waved, watching as he exited the door. I turned to the waiting customer, a bit miffed that he interrupted our conversation. But because I was at work, I plastered a fake smile on my face so that he wouldn’t see just how annoyed I was. “Welcome, how may I help you?”

●●●

After clocking out at 2:30 PM, I made a dash for the building where my class would be held. It’s not supposed to start for another half-hour, but I wanted to be sure to get there in time to choose a good seat and settle in before the rest of the class arrived.

Luckily room 301 was relatively empty so I was able to score a perfect seat by the window. I decided to kill some time by listening to some music and doodling randomly in my notebook. Some time had passed when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I turned to see a young man occupying the chair beside mine. He looked to be a frat boy based on the Greek letters he was sporting. Who wears a cap and hoodie in this weather? I really hope he didn’t expect to cheat off of me- although these types of guys always seem to do so.

I was about to return to my doodle when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to give the offender my full attention, removing one of the earbuds from my ears. 

“Hey, I’m Tony,” frat boy said, with a wide smile adorning his face. I must admit, his boyish grin melted the slight annoyance I had begun to stir toward him. I returned his greeting and introduced myself as well. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” he continued, “but I like to have at least one buddy in each of my classes. In case we need help or miss an assignment or something.”

I nodded my head - a friend in a class was always useful when it came to studying and swapping notes. We chatted a bit more, learning about each other’s major and why we both decided to take a summer course. Tony is a double major and this course will satisfy the credits he needs for his psychology requirement. This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. 

It wasn’t until I heard the hush of the classroom that I realized the class was about to begin. I turned back to my notebook, preparing to jot down some important information despite it being the first day of class.

“Good morning class.” Wait. That voice... I didn’t even need to pick my head up to know who had spoken. “This is Criminal Psychology and I am your instructor, Doctor Spencer Reid. Unfortunately, Professor Monroe could not cover this course so I’ll be his permanent replacement. Now…”

I raised my head, watching as he continued to talk about what is to be expected in this course while a TA handed out the syllabus. He went on, able to capture the attention of everyone while speaking of the experiences he had with an array of criminals. His eyes scanned the room and for a brief moment I thought they would land on me, but they continued to take in the mass amount of students before him.

My concentration was broken by Tony passing me a copy of the syllabus. I scanned it over, making sure to highlight all the important dates. I didn’t want any exams or projects conflicting with my work schedule. I also made note of how the overall grade system is broken down. The whole thing seems pretty fair and everything was spaced out enough where I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the workload.

“… and that pretty much wraps it up. Does anyone have any questions?” I tuned in just as he was pulling the first class to a close. No one raised their hands, so he dismissed us with a reminder to read the first chapter of the textbook and to check for any emails.

“So do you want to grab lunch?” Tony asked from beside me. I contemplated whether or not to go with him. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he quickly added, “Not as a date or anything, I just wanted to grab a bite and I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Sure,” I smiled, “Let me just ask the professor a quick question about his office hours and I’ll meet you at the food court.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Tony gathered his stuff and exited the back door. 

I focused my attention on the podium, seeing a gaggle of girls surrounding him asking redundant questions. From what I could hear, their questions could have been answered if they’d read the syllabus. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, they were probably more focused on him rather than what he was saying during class. I waited a few more minutes for them to finish up before I made my way to him.

“So do I call you Doctor or Professor now?” I laughed. 

“From you, I’d respond to either,” he replied warmly. The comment made me blush. If he looked into my eyes at that moment, he’d see more stars in them than the night sky. I bit my lip to stop the idiotic grin from spreading across my face. 

He’s your professor, get a hold of yourself.

“How can I help?” he asked, bringing me back to the original reason as to why I was standing in front of him without a cash register between us. 

I cleared my throat. “Um, I was wondering if it was possible to see you outside your normal office hours? I usually work the morning shifts and I don’t want to flood your emails with my questions.” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You can come to my office at whatever time works best for you. I know balancing a work and school schedule can be hard. Besides, I’m usually there handling paperwork anyway.” He gave a small shrug, pushing his hands in his pockets. 

“Thank you so much. I look forward to the rest of the semester Professor Reid.” I liked the way his newfound honorific rolled off my tongue. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Professor.” With that, I left and headed out to meet Tony. 

I was able to find him at the food court. We got some food and chatted more about our classes as well as life outside of school. He made it easy to be his friend, and it was nice having someone to talk to. He works as a waiter so we shared our customer service horror stories and tales of sneaking food at work. It was a nice distraction that took my mind off of Dr. Reid and the ongoing battle of calling him Doctor or Professor. As Tony rambled, my mind wandered about other things I’d like to call Spencer instead. 

●●●

In that short span of two weeks, we already had an exam, an oral presentation, and a report on the psychoanalysis of serial killers. Not one day had been wasted, but this is what to be expected from a summer course. The essay was due the day before. Now we had to wait for our grades which gave us a moment to take a breath.

I was worried that my paper was subpar; especially since I chose to write about Andrei Chikatilo, a serial killer from Ukraine. He wasn’t as popular as those in America, so I ended up spending hours on deep research to find substantial information about his crimes. It also didn’t help that some of the original reports weren’t in English. I had worked hard, and hoped Professor Reid would see that, even if my writing could sometimes be a little weak. I was worried about the grade as our research papers held the weight of 20% of our final mark. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Anyone in there?” Hazel’s voice pierced through my worry bubble, her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head, trying to focus on restocking the coffee beans.

“Sorry Haze, I’m thinking about this class.”

“Funny you say that; your favorite professor just walked in. Thought you might want to take his order.” She wagged her brows at me, making kissy faces as I hurried to the front register, trying my best to not let my eagerness be so glaringly obvious.

There he was, in his usual handsome glory, patiently waiting for me to take his order. He greeted me with a small smile that I happily returned.

“Hey Doc, what can I get you today?”

He debated for a moment before saying, “Surprise me.”

“Gotcha.” I already had an in my head; it’d been a while since he asked me to make him a random drink so I’d had plenty of time to plan. We got an early shipment of ingredients for our fall-themed drinks and I figured he would appreciate some pumpkin spice in his caffeine. “How are the papers coming along?” I asked casually as I rang him up.

“Pretty well. I’m almost done, so you’ll all receive your grades later today.” Wow, that was fast. I wondered if he stayed up reading all those papers to be done by today. Probably not, a TA must have helped him.

“I am a bit nervous about mine, especially since it’s worth a huge part of our final grade.” I really wanted to get an A in this course, but it was hard juggling everything in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he reassured. “I haven’t properly finished yours yet but it looked great just from what I’ve seen thus far.” His words gave me a little reassurance.

“Thanks. I put a lot of effort into it. Let me grab your coffee now.” Spencer walked towards the pick-up station while I grabbed a venti cup for his drink. Just when I was about to make his order, I saw another familiar face come up to the register. “Tony, hey!” I shouted, placing the cup back down, “What can I get you?” 

This was the first time he’d been here, despite him saying for the past few days that he’d stop by for a visit, even with the promise of a cake pop if he did. It was nice to see another familiar face.

“Hey coffee girl, how you doin’ today?”

“Just peachy. My feet are killing me, though.” Just saying the words caused the ache on the soles of my feet to spike higher. I thanked my lucky stars I was almost done with this eight-hour shift.

“Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet, I promise you won’t regret it.” he offered boldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d joked about taking me out. I laughed, especially since he had a girlfriend. She met us for lunch one day and we became fast friends- she was an incredibly sweet and intelligent girl, polite and elegant as well. It is a wonder how his frat boy charm won her over but opposites attract, I guess.

“Shut up, Casanova. What are you gonna have?”

“I’ll have a grande iced matcha latte, please.” I should’ve known. He told me that he loves matcha flavored food and drinks the first time we grabbed lunch after class. He had complained that there was no good place to get one on campus. 

“Coming right up.” I quickly filled his order since it was faster to make compared to the pumpkin spiced latte. I handed him his bribe-cake pop, matcha flavor of course, while he waited for me to finish making his drink.

“By the way, we’re still studying at the library for the exam later tonight, right?” Tony asked.

“Yup, I’ll meet you at 8.”

“Copy that, see you later coffee girl.” He turned to leave while I turned to make Professor Reid’s order. I put extra whip cream and a bit more syrup to satiate his sweet tooth. I grabbed a fresh chocolate muffin from the display case and popped it into a bag for him as well, drawing yet another pun on the good doctors bag. “Thanks for being such a TEA-rrific professor!”

“Here ya’ go Doc,” I called out before placing his drink and muffin on the counter. I looked up to see him no longer smiling. “Is everything okay?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh yeah, we study together once in a while.” I could have sworn I saw his frown deepen before his features became void of any emotions. He shifted his eyes downward, his hand moving rapidly to grab the cup.

“I should get going.”

“Oh, okay” Before I could say goodbye, he was already halfway out the door. 

That was weird. I looked at the counter and noticed that he left the cupcake behind. Maybe he was in a rush?

I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on making it through the last couple of hours of work. 

●●●

I made my way to the classroom, smiling at Tony as he pulled out my seat for me. Professor Reid walked in a few minutes later, his tall figure drawing all the attention to the center of the small stage. He let us know he already graded the papers and that they would be distributed by the TA before the end of class. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach but decided to brush it off and pay attention in class. Despite my attempts to focus on his lecture, I found my mind wandering every so often anyway.

I couldn’t help but think he was less animated today. Usually, he taught with such passion that the class couldn’t take their eyes off him. But today, it felt as if we were all in a boring seminar with an ancient professor. Tony kept glancing at the clock, probably also wondering why time felt like it was going by so slowly. 

I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling the entire class. It didn’t help matters that every time I would raise my hand to answer a question, he would call on another student. What the hell did I do? 

I decided to tune out the rest of the class. There is no point in being an actively engaged student if I wasn’t going to get treated like one. I’d just get the notes from Tony later.

Thirty minutes before the end of class, the TA handed out our essays while Professor Reid wrapped. 

“Some of you did very well, while a few others struggled with the assignment.” His eyes landed on mine as he said that. It was the first time he had glanced in my direction the whole class. He moved on to the other side of the room. My mind was probably just playing tricks on me. “If you have any questions you can see me at my office hours next week or send me an email. You are dismissed.”

The TA finally made his way over to me, handing my essay in a slight fold. I looked at the grade on top and almost dropped the paper. My heart sped up as I stared at the letter in bright red ink. No way, no way this could be my report. I looked at the right-hand corner and saw my name at the top. I read through the first page and saw they were indeed my words.

How the fuck was it possible that I got a D on this paper? I knew my writing wasn’t the strongest, but a D? 

“How you’d do?” Tony asked. For a moment I forgot I was in a room with other people.

I cleared my throat, trying to relive the lump so that he didn’t hear the croak in my voice. “Umm, not what I expected. I’m going to try to speak to him about it.” Tony was a smart kid, so I was sure he could see how tense I was. Luckily he didn’t question me any further and instead told me he’d text me later before leaving the classroom.

Fortunately, there were no other students in the classroom to slow me down this time. I walked right up to the podium, watching as Professor Reid placed some papers in his satchel. 

“Professor, I need to speak with you.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” he replied, not even bothering to glance in my direction. This can’t be real. The sweet, kind Doc could not be the man acting like a total asshole right now.

“I really need to discuss with you my paper,” I pressed, raising my voice a little louder in an attempt to get his attention. That was wishful thinking on my part since he continued to fiddle with his satchel.

“I said I’m busy,” he uttered once again, his voice void of any emotion. He was about to walk past me, ignoring my whole being. His blatant disregard made my cheeks burn, and not in the usual way they usually did when I was around him.

“Spencer,” I barked, “We need to talk. Now.” For a few moments, he stood in front of me, his back facing my direction.

I was about to speak again before I heard him say, “My office. Half an hour.” He exited, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. The only things keeping me company were the fuming feelings swirling inside me and the failed paper clutched at my fist. 

●●●

I knocked on his office door ten minutes earlier than he’d told me. The anger in my gut brewed hotter the longer I waited. As soon as I heard a “Come in,” I rushed through the door, slamming it behind me. He regarded me coolly, but didn’t comment on my actions. 

“What can I do for you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” I walked up to his large desk, not bothering to take a seat in the chair in front of me. I took a moment to calm myself down before replying.

“Well, you can start by explaining to me why I got such a low score on my paper.” I guess he didn’t like being the only one of us sitting down because he stood up and leaned against the wall behind him.

“It did not meet the requirements for a passing grade as outlined in the rubric. The information given was boring and the overall topic was uninteresting. It was tedious to get through,” he responded nonchalantly, like he was giving me a weather report.  

“You said that you enjoyed it so far.” I rebutted, placing my hands on the desk. I needed something to offer me stability so that I wasn’t visibly shaking.  

“I’d mistaken your work for another student’s. Maybe Mr. Montgomery,” he dryly clipped.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I put the puzzle together. Was- was he serious? Was this man acting like this because of Tony? The audacity! The laugh that bubbled from my lips must have unsettled him. He left his position from the wall in favor of standing in front of me.

“You want to know what I think?” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing, “I think you’re jealous that I have another guy that isn’t you getting friendly with me at the shop and because of your inability to keep your---“

“That is enough,” he grounded out, shaking his head. But I didn’t stop talking.

“--private feelings away from your professional ones, you decided to give me a failing grade. Do you know how hard I worked in-” my voice rose up higher and higher until I was yelling.

“I said that’s enough,” he said again, louder this time. But I wasn’t done.

“-this class? This is my life, my fucking future on the line. I’ve told you how important this all is to me and you don’t even give a shit! You’re going to let your interpretation of my relationship with another student influence the way you do your job? And here I thought you were a decent man, Professor.” I hissed, “Do you even give a damn abo-”

“Enough,” he roared, slamming his hands on the desk and caging me against the wood. His breathing was matching the upbeat pace of my own. His quick movement and the sheer volume of his voice caught me off guard, effectively silencing me. 

“I don’t deserve to be punished over your envy,” I whispered, locking eyes with him in a steady gaze.

“You want to see a real punishment, darling?” he hissed, the heat of his words almost breaking my glare, his breath fanning along my face.

We stared at one another for a while, neither of us willing to be the first to back down. The tension between us kept rising and rising until the inevitable happened. I couldn’t be sure who made the first move but before I knew it, our lips collided with a mix of rage and desperation. My arms draped around his neck as he pressed me on to the desk. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up high enough until I was perched on the cool wooden surface.

Spencer’s lips were soft, a stark contrast to the harsh way he was kissing me. His tongue parted my lips, gliding over mine with fervor. I couldn’t help but moan as he rolled his hips into me. He continued his rough grind, keeping my legs open as we moved as close together as our bodies would allow. He overwhelmed my senses- the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Everything was making me absolutely feral for this man. 

I never expected the gentle Dr. Reid to be so fervent, so sensual. The kindhearted, sweet professor who regularly drank his weight in caffeine never gave me this impression. But then again, I’m sure he was shocked by my attitude as well. He knew me as the friendly, bubbly barista, now student, who enjoyed his class. He was about to meet a whole new side of me, just like I was going to for him.

Spencer pulled away from me, our mouths making an audible ‘pop’ sound from the sudden separation. I tried to catch my breath as he stared at me, our chests rising and falling together. If I were to move a bit closer to him, we would be touching once again.

He took a few steps back before motioning me to step in front of him. “I want you to get down on your knees. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, mainly because I wanted the exact same thing he did. I kneeled down, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You going to shut me up, Professor?” I teased, feeling powerful, even though he was looming over me. He didn’t reply, just continued to look down on me with those honey colored eyes- full of lust and rage.

I watched as he slowly placed his hands on his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons. He drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, just low enough to reveal his impressive size. My mouth salivated at the sight of his bulge as he came closer to me.

“We’re going to put that smart mouth to better use. Open.” He said, gripping my face between his fingers, forcing me to follow his orders. I opened my mouth slightly, not giving him exactly what he wanted. Instead of ordering my mouth to open further like I expected, he placed his thumb inside. He pushed the digit deep, pressing it against my tongue. I moaned around the finger, softly nibbling at the skin. He continued to slide his finger within my mouth before dragging it out completely. He wiped the excess spit on my cheek before lightly smacking it. The small shock of pain sent a shiver down my spine.

“Open, and do it right this time.”

I obeyed, opening wide enough to accept him into my mouth. My lips were stretched almost uncomfortably in an attempt to fit around him. He was so hot and thick, I couldn’t help but hum at the taste of him on my tongue. The soft “fuck” that fell from his lips had me purring around him. I went to place my hands on the remaining portion that couldn’t fit, but he batted them away.

“You’re using only your mouth.” 

Fine, have it your way, Sir. 

I placed my hands behind me as I bobbed my head, hallowing my cheeks with every rise. His shallow thrusts encouraged me to suck harder. I slowly pulled away to run my tongue against the vein protruding on the underside of his cock. I was rewarded with a groan escaping his lips.

“I should have known that you would be so good at this, darling,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to control his grunts.

I made sure to look in his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. The face he made was purely angelic. The muscles of his neck protruded more evidently and his breathing became more labored. I placed him back in my mouth, this time taking my time to go down on him.

“That’s right, Princess. Show me what a good girl you are for me.” He moaned as I felt his hands weave in my hair before he pushed my head down on to him, causing me to gag around him, tears pricking my eyes. He continued his thrusts into my mouth, barely allowing me a chance to breathe. My nose repeatedly touched the base of him as I swallowed around his hard length.

Spencer tightened his fingers in my hair and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  The pace was brutal, but I enjoyed the rough treatment. Knowing that I was the one making him feel good was such a turn on. He buried himself deep in my throat after a few more thrusts to finish. I swallowed his release like the greedy brat that we both now knew I was.

He eventually pulled out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. I swiped the back off my hand across my mouth to clean off any leftover spit and cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

I did so, rubbing the ache in my knees as I slowly rose. “I want you bent over the desk,” he continued.

“I want you to answer my previous question.” I quipped.

“You’re not in the position to be making commands,” he growled. He wrapped his fingers in my hair again, pulling just roughly enough so that I was looking up at his face. “If you want this to end well for you, I suggest bending over my desk before I stuff my cock in that bratty little mouth of yours again.”

He released me, eyes still on my face waiting for me to follow through on his order. I turned to his desk and did as he asked, bending over the wood until my chest laid flat against the surface. I waited as patiently as I could for him. It felt as if I was in this position for an eternity before he touched me. He pushed both my underwear and skirt down to my knees before placing his hands on my hips. I heard it before I felt it- the smack on my ass that caused me to yelp.

“Fuck, Spencer. What the—” I was cut off with another resounding smack.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to give you a real punishment, darling?” I took a deep breath as another shiver went down my spine. He had no business sounding so hot right now. Another smack, this time on my opposite cheek, had me biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“This” *SMACK* “Is” *SMACK* “What” *SMACK* “Happens” *SMACK* “To” *SMACK* “Bratty” *SMACK* “Little” *SMACK* “Girls” *SMACK*. A sob ripped from my chest as the last blow landed. My ass was on fire and surely littered with his hand prints.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood since you sucked me off so nicely, or I would have made that worse.”

Gee, thanks.

“You look like such a dirty slut like this.” I felt a finger enter me easily, the wetness gathered there making my entrance ready to take him. “So wet. Was it the spanking that got you like this, or your mouth around my cock?” A moan was my only reply as he added another finger, the two digits moving in a scissoring motion. 

“Are you gonna be my sweet girl, now?” He asked as I moved my hips along his fingers, desperately trying to seek some more relief for the fire burning between my thighs as his mouth littered marks along my thighs. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving me as he curled his fingers, a slow moan falling from my lips. He pulled them out of me, wiping the slickness against my still burning ass. Fucking bastard. I wiggled my hips against him, hoping he would grant me a reprieve and put his fingers back inside me. Instead, he spanked my ass one more time- one quick, sharp blow against the bruised cheek.

Just when I was about to yell at him, he placed the head of his member against my entrance. He moved up and down my drenched entrance before penetrating me in one full thrust. I took a short breath in, trying to get used to feeling so full. He was stretching me out in the most amazing way.

Spencer waited until I was grinding against him before he pulled out and pushed back into me. “Look at you, such a wanton little bitch aren’t you?” He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

He kept a steady pace, making sure to grind into me every time he slammed back in. The obscene sound of our skin smacking against one another’s and the moans escaping our throats was an erotic symphony that had my body heat raising the temperature in the room.

He hitched my leg on top of the desk, entering in an angle that made the pleasure so much better. I couldn’t stop the whines that kept escaping my mouth every time he pounded into me. His hand stayed upon my leg, holding me down and limiting my movements. His nails dug into the skin so harshly I was sure there would be bruises left in their wake.  

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he hissed under his breath. “Should have known you just needed to be fucked like the cheap whore you are.” He sped up, hips snapping at an almost punishing pace. The desk creaked every time he slammed into me. I hoped no one was nearby to hear what was going on. A whine left my throat when I felt his fingers rub against my clit. I was so close now.

“Should I stay inside you? Fill you up so you walk around campus carrying my child?” He growls, his pace increasing with each passing moment. “Knock you up so the whole campus knows what a whore you are for me?” He asks, earning a cry ripped from my throat. 

“Who’s fucking you?” he grunted. I don’t know how he expected me to form a coherent statement at this current moment. My eyes could barely stay open at this point. 

“Spencer, please.” He smacked the outside of my thigh.

“Try again, who’s fucking you?” 

“You are, Doctor.” Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because it earned me another smack on my thigh. I had tears streaming down my face from the pleasurable pain he was giving me.

“You have one more chance or else I’m not letting you come. Now, who’s is fucking you?”

“Professor Reid!” I cried out.

“That’s right darling. Now come on my cock.” A harsh bite on my neck was the ultimate push that had me seeing stars. Spencer thrusted a few more times before fully sheathing himself within me.

He slumped over me, the feel of his breath against my neck causing me to shiver once more. We took a moment to have the high leave our body before he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving the both of us. Spencer was the first to break the silence between us.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, his voice a bit shy. 

I giggled at his demeanor. A few moments ago, he was fucking me senseless and spanking me over his desk like a porno, and now he was asking me out to dinner. 

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “But I should probably cancel my study plans.” I quickly added. 

He led me to the faculty bathroom so I could freshen myself up. When I emerged, he was back to being the prim and proper professor I knew him to be. Just before we left his office, he leaned down and whispered, “By the way, you got an A.”

[mymarifae]

your berdly headcanons... hand 'em over. silly or serious or all of the above i just enjoy your thoughts about the birdboy!!!!!

you know not what you are unleashing. breaks my hands

- first things first... this kid is a bi trans boy. and he’s autistic. and he has adhd. AND-

- one of his most common stims is hand flapping and he'll also like, drum his hands against desks and tables. lots of hand and arm movement in general

- he pulls his feathers out when he gets nervous but otherwise they don’t really fall out just like, randomly. unlike noelle, who does shed in the springtime. he (playfully) complains about all the fur she leaves on his clothes

- if you startle him he’ll let out a little chirp. kris thinks this is Really funny and because noelle isn’t as easily startled by their pranks anymore (she's built up a tolerance over the years), they’ve shifted gears and now spend their time scaring berdly

- there’s also a good chance he’ll chirp mid-yawn or something

- just like ~500 other people i think berdly has a knack for english over other subjects. he’s probably in that phase where he thinks big words and convoluted sentence structure makes his writing better, but he’s growing out of it

- (or that’s how he is about his academic writing, because there’s a specific audience there he feels the need to “impress”; he might approach his fictional writing differently [because he definitely jots down short stories and poems whenever he can])

- noelle tutors him in math and science, and in turn he actually helps her with essay writing. she’s good on her own, but with berdly’s edits and suggestions, her papers go from a B to an A+

- oh on that note, i disagree with the notion that berdly is naturally good at english and views it as a lesser subject. i think he sees every school subject as vital and he takes a lot of pride in his vocabulary and literature analysis. his problem is he Hates to admit that he’s good at english and not so much everything else. he needs to be good at it all or he's not smart enough

- and actually? he is good at math and science. he says noelle helps him Study. this tells me that he does in fact learn the material; he just needs to spend more time with it and have it taught to him in a different way. but since it doesn’t click instantly in his head the way it seems to for noelle, he’s like “im not good at this and im not really smart”

- the thing he tends to look down on is his creative writing. it’s not doing anything for his academic career. it’s just fun and makes him happy. but that’s silly, isn’t it... he can’t seem to make himself stop and give up on it forever though. he writes and he writes annnnnd he doesn’t show anybody <3 except noelle, but she’s only seen like, 2 pages of stuff he’s written for fun. and it took a lot of coaxing from her before he let her see even that much (she really liked it. she's always trying to get him to show her more)

- he's pretty artistically inclined, all in all! he doesn't really let himself pursue those budding skills freely but they are there... ofc he loves video games and when he gets older and gets over himself a bit he'll probably end up in that industry! in story writing... or character design. or you know what. both

- i dont. know SHIT about video games but he probably feels the need to pretend to be super into extra hard games and he keeps up with all the new stuff that comes out but in reality he enjoys more retro stuff... from when games were allowed to just be like. idk. Fun. im thinking his favorites would be like spyro or gex

- he’s also on the cross country team. have i talked about this? i forgor 💀 don’t ask me where he gets the time to go to practice or meets (? does cross country have meets. or is that just track and field. im not looking this up) because like where does he get the time to do literally anything

- i just think... he is the type of nerd who is also sporty in a lot of ways. listen. do you see how strong he is in the dark world? wish fulfillment my ass that’s coming from somewhere idc

- anyway he and jockington are buddies. berdly is used to people being pushed away by his attitude and *ahem* Complex, but jockington is so easygoing he just... doesn’t care. which takes berdly by surprise. jockington ends up being the second person who berdly feels completely comfortable around and he drops The Act when it's just them

- from personal experience he probably spends a lot of his time at his library job bored. really bored. the work they let library aides/etc do is very menial. time-consuming, and there’s always a lot of it, but like. *falls asleep in the middle of my shelf reading* anyway the library in hometown probably sees even fewer patrons than the one i work at, and the amount of reshelving and shelf reading he’d have to do would be soooo minimal. he probably just sits at that desk most of the time. he tinkers with his homework, but he either can’t focus or it’s something he needs to ask noelle about. so he’s currently working on reading every single book in the library catalogue in alphabetical order to pass the time

- he has teeth. like. he has a full set of teeth. this is canon but it seems everyone wants to ignore it and i’m not going to let you. is it a little bit horrid? yeah. but stop taking away his teeth he needs those (the idea that they’re retractable is so bad it’s really funny and im kinda obsessed with it so i’ll accept that too)

- *ignoring that he calls himself a bluebird and that his head shape and white arm stripes are reminiscent of a blue jay* SO ANYWAY his feather pattern In My Head most closely resembles a beautiful nuthatch. why? idk

- just. imagine more blue and less black

- yyoouuuuu probably already know my thoughts regarding his family and how he must have been raised and yeah i guess? he? still lives. there. i guess there’s a shadow of his mother just in the back of my head. i don’t think we should talk about her.

- he’s an only child, though he has always kinda wanted a little sibling... he’d be a good big brother

- (fun fact: in my swap au, this desire for a little sibling is what makes him bond with clover the way he does. the little sister[s] he always wanted)

- LET’S TALK ABOUT SWATCH i think swatch adopts him. i think swatch steps in as a guardian figure to all the kiddos but with berdly something clicks in their head and they’re like “okay. come here. *scoops him up*” and i’ve talked about this before but im not shutting up about it.

- berdly spent the whole time in cyber world trying to gain queen’s approval and affection but after everything’s said and done, he realized he never had to go to all those lengths for swatch to notice him. they’ve had their wing held out for him all along; he finally backtracks and ducks underneath it. he feels safe around them :)

- i say after because in my little made-up world noelle and berdly don’t walk away from cyber world thinking it was a dream. or maybe they do, but come on it’d only take one of them mentioning one detail from the “crazy dream” they had for the other to be like “wait. what was your dream about? because um...” so like. in a normal or neutral route, they get their own little rooms in castletown and!! i think it would be so fun if, in-between Serious Plot, you could go to castletown and find both of them hanging out. interacting with the different npcs and stuff. berdly can often be found in the cafe, behind the counter with swatch ^^ he’s learning how to make all the different drinks and desserts... (swatch is the host but they probably know how to make everything served there right? right.)

- alternatively, he's being carted around by one or two of the swatchlings because they all fuss over him a little bit

- speaking of the neutral route. i don’t think. that’s the only time he sustains damage from that damn plug. like uh.... that’s not a very. small thing to have done to your body. electrocution or not. yeah

- i don’t think he can fly. his “wings” function too much like hands to work for flight. whatever the fuck he was doing after noelle and susie’s ferris wheel ride was him using his wind magic to like, propel himself up into the air and then steadily drop himself back to the ground a little bit at a time! so it’s a dark world only thing. if he had that same magic in the light world, then he could i guess. but it’s still also not actual flight and he can't stay in the air very long. but it doesn’t seem like monsters have magic anymore...?? or at least they just never use it....?? (????)

- oh and about his dark world magic. i don’t think of it as just wind magic. i see it as like. full-on storm elemental magic. he just doesn’t use any of the more standard ~stormy~ abilities because [this has been redacted because it's a spoiler for my befriend berdly route fic and normally i don’t care about spoilers for fics but i care about this one. sorry]

- he’s sensitive to the cold but it’s okay because noelle and her family give him like 10 brand new, very warm, and very fluffy christmas sweaters of varying degrees of ugliness every year. his wardrobe is just as festive as noelle’s at this point

- rudy isn’t amused by berdly’s Antics but noelle has kinda dragged him into the family anyway. his presence at their house on christmas eve is tolerated

uh. is. is that enough headcanons for you

[katsu28]

hi kait!! sorry my asks are coming in so late, i'm travelling and it completely slipped my mind. could i get a 🍬, with the fandom being stranger things? a little about me is that i'm 5'10, stick-thin in a way that's kind of concerning, and have a really dry sense of humour. i have short, choppy brown hair and i'm a HUGE reader haha. i'm bisexual and super shy/awkward around people i don't know. i can play the piano, taught myself the ukulele and can sing. have a good day!!

hi ari!!! thank you for all ur great requests hehe <33 hope ur travels were fun! i would ship you with eddie munson!

i think eddie would find your sense of humor hilarious even though some people may not understand it, because he kinda has the same type of humor. i feel like you two would have a lot of inside jokes with each other that leave your friends kinda confused but you and eddie cracking up. it's something that might bring the two of you closer!

something else that you and eddie have in common is your musical abilities! we all know he's got his own band, but he would love to have a one on one jam session with you or brainstorm together for either a corroded coffin song or your own song if you write them. you could even teach each other how to play different instruments! and he'd never pressure you because he knows it might not be something you'll go for, but he thinks it would be fun if you joined him for a duet :)

you and eddie don't have a huge height difference (joe is six foot according to google LOL), but my god does he lord those two inches over you all the time! i think eddie isn't picky when it comes to the height of his partner, but he likes your height because he doesn't have to stoop down to meet your gaze. idk i think it's just easier for him!

he understands your shyness and awkwardness around people you're not familiar with, and he tries his best to make sure you're comfortable in whatever setting you're in! if you're at a gathering with his friends or somewhere where you don't really know anyone, he won't leave your side. if you're big on physical touch, he'll always have a hand on your arm or the small of your back or somewhere else so you know he's there. if not, he'll make sure he's somewhere you can see him. i feel like he's very attentive in that way, because he'd never want you to feel uncomfortable in any way, not if he can help it.

i feel like eddie is a big reader too. he's obviously read lords of the rings and he probably has to read stuff for his dnd campaigns, so knowing that you love to read too is something that he loves about you. if you like to talk about the books you read, he's totally down to listen even though he might not know what you're talking about, because he just likes seeing you passionate about things! and he would definitely do the same to you if you're willing to listen to him. i could totally see the two of you going on like a bookstore date to find each other new things to read, or even loaning each other books from your own collections. yours would always come back with eddie's little notes and doodles in the margins if you're okay with that sort of thing, and i think eddie would like it if you jotted down some stuff in his books too because whenever he reads them in the future it's like you're right there with him voicing your thoughts.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night