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How To Lose A Lucifer In 10 Days. 21 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 21: Wish him good luck

"Stop!" Lucifer duked away from Alastor's hands and stared at him, still laughing. The weight on his chest was not letting him go, no matter how much his hand gripped over it. Sick and dizzy, he felt his leg shaking. "I am sorry" gasped, barely managing to breath. "I… I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't" Alastor's face twisted with a longer grin to see him. Slowly he rised up. "Why would you? As long you had someone to tolerate your stupid rambles about ducks and keep you company, why should you care about anything else? As long someone gave you their body when you requested, isn't that just ideal for you? I am not even saying that you have to stop, your Majesty, goodness no" Alastor chuckled, bending so their eyes were connected. Lucifer did not want to, but there was nothing else for him to see that a smile he almost wished was full of hatred. That one expression of Alastor was empty, as if Lucifer could drop dead in front of him and it would make no difference for him. "I wouldn't dream to deny a king anything! But since you have decided to show your true face, might as well return the favor and tell you exactly how things have been these past 85 years."

Lucifer covered up his mouth, trying to contain the nausea that was rising up. Alastor chuckled lightly and straithen up.

"Now, now, you are far too old to be making up a fuzz over something as small as my consent, your Highness!" said cheerily, returning to his seat. "You never cared about that silly little thing before, why start now?"

Lucifer's vision tried to focus on the man in front of him, desperately grabbing to any semblance of control he could gather. He looked at the useless chain still attached to his other hand. For some reason it haven't dissapeared even though he want nothing to do with it. Alastor did not care to recognize it either, as if he was used to its weight. Did it weighted at all? Why did it never ocurred to him to ask that before?

"What if…" tried, ignoring the beating in his chest, "what if I gave you back your freedom? Would that help?"

"Would that compensate for 85 years of assault and indignity?" Alastor tapped his chin, pensative, and turned eyes to him with an innocent fake shine. "Is that going to give me back all the years I wasted with you? All the nights I spend listening to your whining and having to tolerate your low mood? Are those going to dissapear just because you broke a contract, your Majesty? Mmm, I don't know! What a difficult question!"

"No" Lucifer's hand was shaking as he called upon the actual contract. The signature of Alastor shined in red at the bottom. He haven't seen it directly since Heaven and never once had actually touched it himself. It was always just the collar. "But it's a start, isn't it? I am so sorry, Alastor."

"There you go again just saying the pretty words, your Majesty" Alastor didn't bother looking at him, as if he had already fully lost interest on their conversation.

How in the hell did he end up in that situation? Alastor couldn't help but to question every choice he made in his life that had led him to that moment. Being carried out in the air by the tentacle of a off color copy of himself had to be the product of some kind of mistake. Some kind of error he commited down the line that now he was paying for.

He glared at the fallen, already knowing that Al could not care less about it. All he could ever see, all he wanted to see, was the finishing line that the chain on his neck was dictating for him. The rest of the hell could have dissapeared altogether, except for that collar, and it would not make him blink once. From where he was at, Alastor couldn't witness what kind of expression his double was making, but judging by how fast was moving across the corridors and corners the pretense of being above all else had flown right out of the window. Alastor didn't thought there was anything he ever tried to run for that much and for that long.

By all accounts, he had a right to be pissed off. Furious even. And yet, all he could percieve when his eyes inevitable fell over the golden shackles was an intense and visceral disgust that almost made him want to empty his stomach again. He had wanted to get out of his own leash the moment it was put on him. A debt with about anyone was already unacceptable, but owing obedience to another than himself, or face a fate worse than death, was the ultimate afront. If he ever accepted it was because she found him at his worst moment and he was desperate enough to accept. Just like any other deal between a victim and the demon, there was no real choice.

Now some things made more sense to him. The power of this fallen had to be the reward for his soul, it had to be the method for which he fell in the first place and was accepted back again into the hellish collective. But to think that Lucifer had been the responsible for that was stirring up inside of him feeling he couldn't quite name, none of them good. Anything he thought he knew or understood about those two was suddenly completely obsolete and useless. The questions just didn't stop pilling up and he didn't even like those either.

Question such as, how frequently Lucifer was reminding this other of their contract? To what purpose did he used it? How much of what they have done and said about their relatioship was actually the product of Lucifer pulling on a chain? Was the baby? Their whole marriage? The obnoxious touchy feely behavior that they engaged in every momet they were together… which was also all the time? How much of what this other did was actually because he wanted to and was an asshole and how much because it was an order from his actual owner? Was he trying to look for a loophole too? Any time that Lucifer put his hands on the fallen or came in contact with him was tainted at the presence of that collar.

And Lucifer… he had to give him some credit. He tricked him rather nicely. Alastor didn't see it coming at all. All that time talking about his partner and how much he missed him and the things they did together. No doubt lamenting his lap dop wasn't there to be his favorite toy anymore. The idea that he let a man capable of controlling any version of him into his room, to watch him sleep no less, was positively disgusting to him. He let those hands touch him. He laughed with him. He thought things about that man that he was going to take to his second grave.

If the fallen hasn't appeared again, who is to say that Lucifer wouldn't try to make him sign his soul away too. Perhaps that was the intention all along behind all those meals and nice gestures he had. The offering help with his own wish was nothing but manipulating him into helping him. He could see it so clearly only at the sight of that collar.

It had all been just part of one sick act. One he fell for so fast that is was an embarassment the more he dwelled on it. Alastor should have stayed with his first instinct that Lucifer was a ruler who only lived to serve himself and expect to be served by everyone else. Including the one he claimed to love with a straight face. How much Lucifer must have laughed at everyone expense, especially his, for believing on his story. Only a fool would trust a devil in hell, indeed, and Alastor had been the foolest one of them all. Maybe only after this other Al.

Speaking of which, they had suddenly stopped. They were on another big open area with only two entry. No statue at the center, though, but there was a figure nearby above the ground from which the golden chain was hanging. Lucifer's six wings were out while the fire born between his horn illuminated his head against the dark seemingly infinite ceiling. Many eyes blinked on the underside of his jacket, all covered in the same white fog as the actual eyes of the monarch.

"Love?" called Al, pulling on the chain on his hand. The arm of Lucifer holding the other extreme flapped at his side, unresponsive. Even at the distance, Alastor could see that the king was moving his mouth, but couldn't get an idea of what he was saying. He could only hope he wasn't going to have the same kind of violent reaction as the other. "Lucifer!" insisted the fallen, pulling harder.

The same reaction as before.

"He can't listen…" started saying Alastor when suddenly he was dropped onto the floor, again.

This time he wasn't expecting it, so the impact went fully to his back. Upside down, he managed to see Al pulling a pair of grey wings to elevate himself up to the position Lucifer was in. As soon the black hands came into contact with the porcelain face of the monarch, a protective force field was formed around. The shape extended from where they were to the ground, tentacles appearing to disuade anyone from trying to come close.

Hissing between his teeth, Alastor sat up. His sides hurt and probably had a few ribs bruised, but other than that at least he was fine. He pulled up to his feet, dusting himself off, and stared at the forcefielf. Now what? Was he supposed to wait there until those two were out?

It took him a moment to realize that the necklace of Charlie was floating on the air, going towards him. On the ground, the shadow of Al was holding it and insisting on him to grab it. With some shadow puppetry, Alastor understood it wanted him to take it and get the stone on his own.

He couldn't help to direct another glance behind. The shadow must have noticed because it quickly made a gesture as if flapping a fly off its face. Essentially telling him to forget about that, they could handle it. He thought there was a real possibility that Lucifer could end up killing his own partner while under that spell, without even knowing that is what he did, beliving him to be an enemy instead. The idea wasn't as alluring as he was hoping it would be, but it wasn't completely repelant either. When and if Lucifer did came out of his trance, that was going to be one surprising discovery for him. Losing a pet in such a careless way wasn't the ideal for anyone. The lost of his own heir probably was going to be cause for some emotions too, unless Lucifer had faked his enthusiasm about it too. At that point, he realized he couldn't be sure of that either.

Alastor shrugged as he took the accesory, deciding right there and then that if he actually found the stone he was just going to use it.

Too long he had been taken for a sucker already.

No matter how much he called out his name to him, Lucifer wasn't responding to him. This had to be an actually powerful spell then and his magical expertise was far from covering something like that. He already knew how he came out from his own trance, but he truly hoped he didn't have to do anything like that for Lucifer. The mere thought was making his gusts turn upside down.

Since he was close now, he could make out the words that Lucifer was saying, even though they were barely above a whisper. Strikes of tears were falling from his face, down to his chin. Al cleaned them up with his thumbs, like he had done so many times before. Only this time Lucifer didn't lean into the contact or seemed even aware that it was happening at all. Clearly Lucifer was having his own nightmare.

"I am sorry… I had no idea."

"Darling, snap out of this" Al grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. The head of Lucifer moved a little over his shoulders, nothing else. "Darling, please" He applauded in front of his face, snapped his fingers over the ears of the monarch, even pinched the red dots as strong he could without tearing the skin. "Lucifer, I swear this is no fun for me" warned.

Then he slapped him, as hard as he could, and the subsequent pain on his hand, as if he had slammed it against a wall made of diamond, immediately told him that was a bad idea. He was pretty sure something had broken there. Just to pour more salt on the metaphorical and literal wound, Lucifer's small cut healed almost instantly and the slap didn't leave any mark behind. His head moved a little to the side but slowly came back into place, staring straight into a vision that was tearing him apart.

At least Al could appreciate that he had moved from his position on the air. Using one hand and forearm, Al pushed the shoulders of Lucifer down. The wings of Lucifer moved ever so slightly, but otherwise he found no resistance as he brought him back to the ground. Safe and solid ground was always better than uncertain air, wings or not. Al retracted his as soon he could land, but Lucifer didn't. Either environment probably made no difference for him on that state.

"What if…" murmured, barely moving his mouth. Alastor had to get closer to understand what he was saying. "What if I give you back your freedom? Would that help?"

What the hell was he even seeing? That question had come out so pained as more tears came out. Al cupped his cheek.

"Love, wake up. You have to wake up" said, even though he knew it was useless. He had no idea what else to do. "You are stronger than this, I know you are. Come on."

"No" was the whisper of Lucifer as he slowly raised his arm.

Al wanted to believe a part of him was fighting the spell, when suddenly a chil run down his spine at recognizing his own contract, floating between them before Lucifer grabbed it on his hands. He haven't seen it ever since Heaven. Lucifer never had a reason to conjure it before.

"Love, what are you doing?" Al hated how panicked his voice came out, how quickly his heart started to raise in his chest. "If you are doing what I think you are doing, I swear to your father, I will…" He couldn't finish the sentence when the hands of Lucifer gripped the contract and he could feel it, squeezing his whole being.

Contract were not meant to be touched directly. It was a commonly known rule. Now he knew why.

"But it's a start, isn't it? I am so sorry, Alastor."

Oh, so that was supposed to be for his own good?

Al growled as he slapped both his hands against the face of Lucifer, ignoring the pain of the broken one. He felt his own magic reacting to his anger as the energy came out. Bright green glowed and extended from underneath his fingers until they went under the monarch's skin.

The price of his soul to hold the power to realize the purposes he desired, which at that moment included stopping his husband from commiting the stupidest thing he never asked for.

Lucifer's eyes blinked in green for a second until they settled on red, yellow cat like pupils staring in confusion as Al was not giving any other choice but to receive the full presence of the fury that was still very much within him.

"Don't you fucking dare to ever touch my contract again, Lucifer Morningstar, I swear for everything unholy!" he snarled, squeezing his face as his claws digging in. See if he liked the sensation, that was nothing like what he went through, but it would have to do. "Is that how you treat gifts that people make to you, you spoiled king? Who gave you the right to play around with it in the first place? Call it out! NOW!" demanded.

Lucifer stood frozen. Never before had the devil looked more like a deer in front of a highlight as then. His eyes stared at him for what felt like a long second and then down to his own hands. A small frown formed in his face. The piece of paper dissapeard, alongside the chain and shackles. Only then Al released the sigh of relief that he had trapped inside.

"Don't do that again" Al repeated. After another beat, he brought him over to be squeashed properly between his arms, as strong as he could. Lucifer could take it anyway, after decades subjecting him to the same kind of hugs. "You stupid tiny prick" he sighed against, kissing the side of his head and wanting to pretend his voice didn't shake as he knew very well it did.

Lucifer closed his eyes, finally relaxing too. The arms of the monarch grabbed onto Al's back and squeezed the fabric of his coat jacket.

"I am sorry" muttered against his chest.

"Shut up" Al hold up his chin up to kiss his forehead, his eyebrow, one red dot and then his lips, where he stayed a moment longer, grabbing the hair on his nape to keep him in place even though Lucifer had no intention of moving. When he separated just enough to see him directly again, a new streak of tears were falling again. Lucifer's more delivish features came back into his body until he was back on his usual form. Still breath takingly beautiful no matter what. "What is wrong?" asked, pacified now.

"Are we…" Lucifer licked his lips, looking around as if he didn't dare to finish the thought. But he pushed through. "Are we still expecting?"

So that was part of his nightmare too. Al brushed his hair back with his healthy hand, understanding the aprehension now. A simple answer wouldn't cut it.

"Why don't you take a look and see for yourself?" offered, nuzzling his temple.

Lucifer took a deep breath as his eyes changed again, now a solid red. Al embraced the feeling of being examined on such a personal level, where nobody else but the king could ever see. As soon Lucifer got his answer, he buried his face against his chest as he hugged him again.

"It's okay" Al rubbed his back when another sob escaped Lucifer. "It was just an illusion, dear. Not a single thing of it was real. None of it."

"I thought you hated me" was the muffled response, after a while.

"I don't. You know that, don't you? You can actually see it" reminded him, pressing between his shoulder blade with one hand.

The other one was hanging over the shoulder of Lucifer. He could wait a little bit for the healing. Until Lucifer was properly convinced of which was their actual reality. It would have been impossible to differentiate between them while the nightmare was playing. While that spell lasted, all they knew was what inside of it. Every horrifying thing about it was as real as any other fact they knew about their lives. No wonder Lucifer needed a moment to adapt again.

After a while, more calmed down, Lucifer nodded his head.

"It's nice… to hear it sometimes" murmured without looking up, as if suddenly shy.

Al had to chuckle because he haven't seen that side of his husband in a while.

"Of course" conceded, bending to caress his jaw. "I love you" said, pressing a kiss onto the space between his eyes. "But don't ever pull a stunt like that again or I will change my mind" added, poking his chest.

Lucifer let out a small snort.

"Fair enough" said, bringing him down to nuzzle his neck, soft kisses trailing over the spot where his collar had been before. "Was it painful? When I was holding it?" asked after a beat.

"It wasn't pleasant, I can tell you that much" Al looked down when Lucifer didn't resumed, catching those big yellow eyes widening. "No, it didn't hurt" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "You know that even if you had broke it, you wouldn't have killed me, right? I still would have killed you in any case" he managed to swallow down the quick access of nausea that came to dance at the back of his throat with those words.

Fortunately, Lucifer didn't notice.

"I know" The king buried his head against his chest again.

Al searched for the hand of Lucifer and grasped on his own, guiding it in the space between the button in front of his abdomen. Two fingers managed to make contact with his skin and they were comfortangly warm.

"The baby needs some magic" explained, even though Lucifer clearly had gotten the memo already. Before he had ended his phrase, the buttons of his shirt opened up magically to allow Lucifer to place the rest of his hand. "They need their father, dear" said anyway, nuzzling his hair.

"Mmm, better take care of that" Lucifer brought him down by the neck to reach his lips.

He looked up to him before making contact, as if asking for permission. Al lowered himself the rest of the way as his response, humming with delight when Lucifer started to move too. A calm pace was set that they had no issue following. They did not care to look at any watch to care for the exact time. Alastor wrapped a hand around the wrist of Lucifer, pressing down with him.

When he felt a familiar nudge behind his knees, Alastor nodded his head as he changed position greedily refusing to break the kiss. The magic of Lucifer lifted him up in the air by the legs, as it were the hands of the monarch, and then slowly took him to the ground. There, Al's neck could get some relief as Lucifer rised up on his knees, now both at the same level.

His injured hand started to tingle after a while and soon enough, he could move it again without any pain to do anything he wanted. Like holding the side of Lucifer and not tell him that it was enough already because he didn't want to curt the moment, not yet. The magic of Lucifer running through his body felt almost like a few drops of his blood. A hug after a hard day on job right under his skin. How could anyone possibly resist?

After a while, however, the flux ended and Lucifer lifted his face up, joining their foreheads together. Al could percieve the frown starting to form and waited, knowing that Lucifer had something rattling inside that wouldn't let him at peace until he let it out. He rubbed circles on the waist of his king with his thumbs.

"Have you ever… regretted the contract?" asked Lucifer finally.

"Mmm" Al brought him closer, nibling his jaw and pressing his lips against the fine neck. "No, not even once."

He felt the movement of Lucifer swallowing.

"But if you could still keep your powers without it, wouldn't you like that? You wouldn't be returning to Heaven anyway, that ship has crushed and burn already."

"Why?" Al stared at him. "Why would I want that?"

Lucifer blushed, a dust of gold decorating his face. Al listened to his own desires and pressed his tongue against it, breathing the sweet scent underneath. The fact that Lucifer barely reacted to his action pleased him greatly.

"Because I own your soul?" Lucifer still tried. "Wouldn't you want to do that instead? You have more a right to it than me."

Al sighed. He took the hand of Lucifer where the engagement ring was in, stroking him with a finger.

"Do you want to return this to me?" asked, calm, so Lucifer would not think he was threatening to take it away.

The idea was just try to make a point.

"No!" answered Lucifer quickly anyway, hugging the hand against his chest.

"Why not?" encouraged with a little smirk.

Lucifer glanced at the ring. His thumb brushed against it lightly.

"Because… you gave it to me?" said, hesitantly. When the smile of Al expanded a little more, his eyes light up at getting the right answer: "And you are not supposed to return gifts."

"Indeed" Al rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, rubbing his back. "You are the only one I would ever want to make that gift to, Lucifer" assured, bringing him close to laid his head against the monarch's chest. He could practically smell each of his heartbeats, hitching up slightly. "I don't need you to give me back my freedom because I am not trapped. I never thought I was. Even when you called upon my collar, I know I was free already because it was you holding the chain" He pressed his face further down, very much aware that the flush of blood wasn't only coming from Lucifer. "My entire life belongs to you, even if you decide to end it someday."

"What?" Lucifer tried to move away to look at his face, but Al used both his arms to keep him in place. He knew he wasn't going to be able to continue talking if it was face to face and he wanted to talk, he needed Lucifer to know. It was a thought that had bounced around in his head for a while, even before the contract or the extermination, but became all the more prominent after all of that and couldn't ignore it. "What-what do you mean, babe?"

"Calm down" said, locking his arms at the back of Lucifer. He pressed his forehead against the cage where the heart of his king was going faster, as if wanting to scape. "I am not saying I am looking forward to that day or wish it would came sooner. Nothing further from my mind, I promise" A small sigh of relief, for just a small relief in the middle of something else. "I am just saying that if I ever have to go, I won't accept any other death that doesn't come from you, Lucifer. You asked me before how did I ever stopped hating you for the power you have over me. I think at some point I just started loving you for it instead, because I liked to think I was the one giving it to you. That feels right to me" He lifted a hand from the back of Lucifer to his neck, playing with with the blonde hair that stand out. Lucifer let his hands rest on top of his shoulders, his interior still racing, but giving him the chance to talk.

Al breathing in deeply and finally dared to look up. Lucifer waited a moment, as if he could change his mind at any point, and cupped his cheek silently. Al closed his eyes a second, soaking in the feeling of having Lucifer's body so close, his touch, his attention, before he continue.

"As long you are my hunter, I will gladly be your prey, my love" said, reaching to kiss his lips, one caress, soft, giving. "What you are not allowed to do, Lucifer" added with a warning tone. His arms squeezed him closer, harder, as if they could fuse their ribcage together if he just tried. Lucifer let out a small grunt, more surprised than because he was hurting him. Al knew he couldn't even if he tried to. "What I will never accept from you is you looking at anyone else or throwing me away. I don't care who they are, I will eliminate them. I don't care where you go, I will follow or drag you with me. You are mine just as much I am yours. I won't have it any other way. Do you understand?"

Lucifer blinked looking down. A small crease started to deepen between his eyebrows.

"Just so we are clear, I am not killing you" said finally. "Ever. That is not a thing we are doing. Jeez, Al, is that your idea of being romantic?"

In other circumstances Al would find it hilarious that he still needed to question that after being together for so long. But this was important to him, so he glared in response.

"Answer the question, Lucifer."

Lucifer elevated his hands into the air, mouth hanging open for a moment, perfectly stunned.

"Y-yes, I get it! Obviously! That is why I want to be married to you, you fucking weirdo!" Lucifer huffed when Al buried his head against on chest again. The monarch exhaled, any remaining tension slipping off his shoulders as he petted Al between the antlers. The long red ears pulled down. "You have no right to be this cute after talking about me killing you" protested after a while.

"I will be whatever I want at any moment I want" replied Al, nuzzling him further.

More than anything, at that moment, he just wanted more of Lucifer's touch, smell, weight, everything.

"Fucking damn it" Lucifer threw his head back and laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. When Al brought him over to laid on top of him, Lucifer did not put any resistance and even accomodated his hands to hold himself up. Lucifer's laughter started to die down, the glint on his look making him look more disheveled than his hair or the bowtie out of place. "What the fuck is wrong with us, babe?" it wasn't a sincere question, just an expression of incredulity.

"Don't know, don't care" Al grabbed Lucifer's face and claimed his mouth, wrapping his arms around his neck. "We can't have sex here, love" said against Lucifer's cheek, when he felt a hand trying to go beyond his belt.

The hand immediately pulled back.

"Right, I knew that" Al hummed and went for his lips again. "Shouldn't we be going?" asked Lucifer, without making any attempt to move away.

"Later" Al still had very clear behind his eyelids the image of Lucifer looking adoringly at the queen of hell and that would not stand with him. He wanted to soak on Lucifer choosing him before doing anything else, and he would do it, the rest be damned. They both deserved it. For a little while longer at least. "I gave your buddy the necklace. He can find it on his own."

"You did?" Lucifer kissed him back, putting his hand behind Al's head as a pillow and to elevate him slightly more. Al felt himself shivering ever so softly and Lucifer had to notice it too. "So you trust him now?"

"I trust you" Al sucked on the bottom lip of Lucifer when he sighed. "If anything goes wrong, it's your fault."

"And if everything goes right?"

"I am taking all the credit, of course."

Lucifer laughed again, but did not protest. Mostly because he made sure to keep his mouth busy with something else.

Alastor had been moving for what felt a long time. It could hae been half an hour just as easily as it could have been three. He had no way to differentiate a wall from another, nothing to leave a recognizable trail for himself behind. His shadow could only go so far away from him before it had to return. When his feet took him to the same clearing with the forcefielf and the tentacles still up for the third time, he groaned to himself. By then the grin of the dark silhouette following around had turned from optimistic to a furious open mouthed frown.

The necklace, of course, was just as useless as any other accesory could have been. In whatever direction it was pointing it out, it was not reacting to anything. Nothing like the pull that it had when Lucifer was in front of him at the moving truck and he quite literally missed his opportunity between his fingers. Just thinking about it made him angrier, which at least had the added benefit of quickening his steps, but it wasn't more reliable than just going out blind.

When he recognized the forcefield a fourth time, Alastor took notice of something different. It had shrunk. Now what seemed to be a imposing figure at a distance had turned into a one floor height that was just a few heads taller than himself. Only the space that occupied on the ground remained exactly the same. The tentacles were still moving, waiting for an opportunity to defend, and lines of green magic moved over the surface without pause. For now, at least, he had no choice but to assume that his other version was still very much alive. He wondered if Lucifer was still under the illusion spell. Then he chastaized himself for doing so. As if any of that had anything to do with him.

Alastor was about to turn back into the maze when he felt the pull of his shadow. When he turned his eyes back to the clearing, beyond the forcefield, he could see why. Something new was finally happening, a portal opening. Quickly moving across the floor, what Alastor thought was more magic revealed itself to be a white top hat decorated with a snake and crown that he knew very well. Before he could reach the entry from where he came from, the portal closed and it was only Lucifer standing there. Looking even more shocked than him at seeing him manifest from the ground.

"Alastor?" said, blinking. A quick inspection through a red blinking later, confirming it was indeed him, he laughed. Alastor froze at the sudden happy sound, the only he had heard ever since this whole stupid maze had started. "Wait, it is you! Old you! Man, I never thought I would be so happy to see you! Come here, buddy!"

Before he could dissapear anywhere else, Lucifer came teleported himself in front of him and wrapped him up in his arms to start squeezing, whether he wanted to or not, whether he raised his arms to correspond or not. Alastor told himself he didn't want to even as if his chest seemed to disagree. Unconsciously he breath in the same sweet scent as before. It took him a second then to fully absorbe the words that had come out of his mouth and realize they made no sense for the man he went to the maze with. If anything he should have been the new Alastor for him, not the old one.

Unless this wasn't the Lucifer he had been living with until now.

"Your Makesty?" asked.

The small king lifted his head up and shook it, an all toothy smile illuminating his whole face. Lucifer gave him another final squeeze, that his bruises did not appreciate very much, before letting him go and taking a step back, scratching his neck.

"Ah, sorry, I couldn't contain myself" excused. Alastor lowered his ear because, of course, he only said that after the fact. "So, did you missed me?" asked Lucifer next, reclining over his cane.

"Were you gone? I barely noticed" Alastor made a show of fixing up his already perfect suit. He barely managed to contain a grin when Lucifer, his old Lucifer, actually pouted in the same manner he had seen so many times before. He pretended that only irritated him, that was completely unrelated to how light he felt. It dawned on him that literally the last time they saw each other, that Lucifer was throwing the cake of his daughter's birthday to his face.

"I imagine you found a stone then?" asked, looking back. The forcefield was definitely still there, so he could only pressume that at least the other Al was still there. It could be an illusion, but the fact that he could see it at the same time as the tiny man gave him some hope it wasn't.

"Uuuuh, no exactly" recognized Lucifer, avoid his look. Just for that, Alastor turned to him to give him his full attention. "We… actually totally lost the last stone" recognized the king with a uncomfortable shrugg. "For a while there, we were literally fucking lost and with no hope whatsoever. Not a fun time or something I would really recommend."

"But you still came."

Lucifer smirked.

"That was totally because of the Emily of that world. You know how these original stones were made with the soil of my own falling? Well, she reasoned, if the falling of one high ranking angel could have such properties, then maybe the falling of another one could have similar results? So we went with this really stinky alchemist, that was literally the last one who knew personally anything about those things, and we had him cooking up for us for a while" Lucifer finished his explanation getting a hand on his pocket and pulling out a bunch of grey dark rocks among some similarly coloured looking pebble. "They are not actually the same as the other stones. They are not as powerful as to completely undue the previous wish. But hey, it brought me here at least! The other Lucifer and his Alastor can have their wish! Are they around here? I did want to appear close to all of you to make it easier" Apparently Lucifer haven't related the presence of the magical presence behind them as coming from another source than the Alastor in front of him.

Before Alastor could think to tell him anything, the forcefield let out. Leaving on it's center a vision he very much would have rather never have to see, especially not in front of the monarch. His other version, plenty recognizable, laying on the floor while Lucifer was straddling him and over his forearms. They could have been fighting, but no, that would have been too generous to Alastor and clearly the universe just wasn't in the mood for that anytime soon. Instead, they were obviously making out and, which was just a little bit worse, so focused on the activity that they haven't even realized that now they had public. Even more public that they would have before.

At the very least, it looked that is what all they were doing. It didn't make it better, but it didn't made it worse.

"Ah" said Lucifer at his side, understanding the situation immediately. Alastor didn't know if it was a relief or not that the king seemed just as mortified as he was. In any case, there was a lot of that to share around. "Let's… uh, give them some privacy" said carefully, making a gesture for Alastor to follow him up ahead the path.

Alastor did, his eyes stuck to the ceiling and very much wishing his ears were not that sensitive to not hear things he didn't want to have on his memory. Gasps for air and little giggles with his own voice that would haunt him long after all of this was over, he was sure of it. They weren't just alteady so together. The tail wrap of the other Lucifer around Al's thigh was already too much, but the little black tendrils born out of the ground holding the calf of the other Lucifer, some of them going as far as to wrap against the waist too, somehow that was even more embarassing.

Only after they were at a more than respectable distance, did Lucifer cleared out his throat.

"Well" said, with an uncomfortable chuckle. "We can wait a bit longer, can we? Uhm, are they… are they always like that?"

The ears of Alastor flattened again.

"Yes" hissed. "All the time. I don't think I have seen separated once."

"I see, mmm" Lucifer cleared his throat again, playing with his bowtie a little bit. "I guess I could have seen it coming."

Alastor made a neutral hum. In theory he could have also expected it. That didn't mean it made it any more enjoyable or easy. Lucifer let out a small snort, looking up to see him.

"I imagine that must have been especially annoying for you" commented with a sympathetic smile that Alastor didn't instantly felt disgusted by.

"It was, in fact" Alastor sighed. It was definitely good that finally someone actually understood the problem, someone wearing his same shoes for once. "Everyone else didn't seem to have a problem with it, though."

"Not even Charlie?" Lucifer lifted his head at him, surprised.

Alastor nodded. Since it seemed to him that Lucifer was waiting for more of an explanation, he gave it because why not.

"She said that she is happy to see you happy and can't really blame you. Even if that Lucifer isn't her real father, I guess that is enough for her" added with a shrug.

He ignored the way that Lucifer's eyes shined as he hold his apple cane close to his chest.

"I…" Lucifer swallowed up, blinking quickly. "I see. Sorry you went through that, though. How-how is Charlie?"

Alastor considered for a moment to tell him that she was smiling and laughing along with the other Lucifer. That they decorated cakes together and Lucifer cooked for her almost every day, to her joy and delight. He thought about it, about how easy it would make it to see the face of Lucifer twist into pain at that and then sighed. He was just too tired from the whole horrible day he just had. From the whole confusing month. For once, it wasn't Lucifer's fault this abscence from his daughter's life.

"She misses her father" said simply. "I think she will be glad to see you."

He risked a glance in Lucifer's direction and that was clearly a mistake. The emotion pouring out from every portion of that man was almost too much to bear. That smile that objectively beautiful and kind was like a curse everytime it appeared. It always lodged onto his chest like a parasite and made it fill with uncontrollable maggots everywhere.

"Thank you. That is… good to hear" Lucifer chuckled softly, quickly whipping his eyes with his thumbs. Alastor pretended he didn't notice. After a beat needing to regain himself again, Lucifer looked at him again. "I… I feel like I owed you an apology. No, no, let me finish first" added when Alastor was about to respond. At the slight shrug of the radio demon, he continued. "I am sorry for how things went. I mean, I think we both know you did everything in your power to push every button you can find and when you want to you can be the most annoying, insufferable, frustrating sinner I had ever seen step a feet in hell…"

"Why, your Majesty, you are flattering me" said, not even with a hint of irony. Getting under people's skin like that was a skill, one he had been carefully honing in for years, so any recognition of it was good for him. If that honor was coming from the one who saw hell since its creation then that only made it more valuable.

"But" emphasized Lucifer, ignoring him, "I shouldn't have reacted like I did either. That wasn't fair for Charlie and it wasn't fair to you. I should move away or, I don't know, something. Anything else. So I am sorry, okay?" Lucifer sighed, letting his shoulder fall. "I don't want that to happen again. And not just because my ass could end up in another dimension. That was so fucking stupid. I am not proud of it" He took another deep breath, brushing his hair back. "You don't have to say anything by the way. I just… wanted to take that out of my chest, I guess. It had been on my mind for a while now."

Alastor nodded, appreciating that. More than anything because he had not actual idea of what to say to that at all. Never he would have expected that kind of speech coming from the same irritable king he once knew. He didn't sound like looking for sympathy either, he was just as tired as he was. Unlike him, he had spend the entire time away from home. It wasn't unreasonable to believe that he had an opportunity to reflect and come to that conclusion on his own.

Maybe changing things couldn't be so bad.

"Apology accepted" said, looking to a side.

It took a moment for Lucifer to reply, as if he haven't expecting it either.

"Oh" said. Alastor gave him a side eye to see him smile again, avoiding to look at him too. "Cool. Good to hear."

It had been a while since Lucifer had felt the air around expanding, returning them to the maze where he knew they were, when he finally managed to point a finger over the weird sensation that he had. Or more accurately, the lack of a sensation that was usually there.

"Babe" called softly.

"Mmm?" Al continued to attack his neck.

His hands were gripping him strong, refusing to let him leave, Al's breath was warmth against his skin and there was nothing else Lucifer rather do than to let him continue going for as far they could go. He wouldn't have interrupted at all if it wasn't because it was important.

"I am no the king anymore" said finally.

The stopped Al immediately and he stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I lost the connection to hell" Lucifer blinked, more sure now that his husband wasn't distracting him to know that is what it was missing. "It's so weird. It's like… my head feels lighter somehow?"

The eyes of Al started to widen, his teeth flaring out on a tight grin.

"That filthy immitation did something" growled low. Lucifer could feel the hands still on his shoulders expanding on claws.

"Did he?" Lucifer didn't think so, but he didn't know how to contradict Al either. That is when he noticed a shadow on the ground waving at him for his attention. It wasn't his husband's shadow. "Babe, look" said, sitting upright.

Al finally did noticed the dark silhouette. It was clearly telling them to go with it and pointing to the nearest path. At a distance Lucifer had no issue distinguishing a white figure with a top hat standing next to a red one that couldn't be other than Alastor. Somehow Lucifer just knew that wasn't another illusion. The feeling of recognition came to him just as natural as it did when he met the other Charlie.

"Come on" said, helping Al back on his feet and closing his shirt off with a snap of his fingers.

Then they walked hand in hand towards them. The closer they went to, the more obvious it became to Lucifer who was standing there. A part of the legitimate king of that realm must have sensed him too because he suddenly turned around.

"Oh, well, who decided to join! So nice to see you, guys!" said the other Lucifer, a little too loud for his taste.

It was only a second later that Lucifer realized they both had to be presenting quite the picture together. He had fixed their clothing, but that didn't account for everything else. Just a glance to his husband reminded him of what they had done. With his lips swollen, the hair messed up the worse on the back and hickeys all over his neck, Al looked completely debauched. Even if somehow someone could miss all those signs, the small knowing smile of his face would have been the smoking gun already. He himself more like wasn't in any better state. It was a pity that he couldn't even bring himself to pretend he was bothered by any of it, that he had the tiniest of shame left on him. Anyone, in his humble opinion, would be proud in his place, so why shoudln't he?

Instead, seeing his husband in such a state, he just had to bring him closer by the waist as he offered his hands to the true king. Al didn't seem to mind the gesture, placing a hand instead on his shoulder casually.

"Hey, we finally meet!" said cheerfully, shaking the hand. He noticed the ring on his hands, the same that the queen also still had. But that wasn't any of his business, so instead he looked up at the man with a more sincere smile. "I was really due to say thanks to you. For taking care of the baby while I couldn't."

The other Lucifer blinked, as if taken aback by it.

"Oh, come on, don't think any of it" The king chuckled with a shrug. "I am sure you would have done the same thing in my place."

"Of course. But even so, thank you" He gave the hand of the monarch a final squeeze before letting go.

"Nice to see you too, man" The king smirked to Al. "You gave me a fucking heart attack when you disapeared, as I am sure that you are glad to know. But I will forgive you this time because of extenuant circumstances."

"How benevolent, your Majesty" Despite his ironic tone, Lucifer percieved the slight tension of Al, no doubt suddenly remembering that his dissapearence also affected their daughter. He rubbed his side with a soothing gesture. The king nodded, chuckling at that answer as if he was expecting it. "So you got the stone at last?"

"No, but yes" Lucifer stared at him without understanding. "I will explain. We should first come out of this place. How did you guys end up here anyway?"

"We were looking for the last stone on this side" Lucifer sighed. "We were supposed to enter a warehouse where hopefully we could grab it. Next thing we knew we were here."

"Right" The monarch nodded, looking around. "This is a well constructed pocket dimension, I will give them that."

"So that is what this is?" asked Alastor. "We were working on the theory it was all a spell."

"Yeah, fuck! "Lucifer slapped his own forehead. "I just remembered now that I noticed that the second I was here, but when I tried to get out of it that is when a illusion distracted me. The space is real, but it's still magical and obviously designed to keep us here as much as whoever set it up wants us to."

"A illusion spell?" The king looked at him and Lucifer nodded. The implications of that were obvious for all of them. "Fuck. Fine, I will wish us out of here. Hopefully this place won't react to that at least."

"You have more than one stone?" questioned Lucifer as the king took out a small one from his pocket.

"I have a bunch of them!" affirmed the king, holding that one on his hand for a second. A portal oppened up through which they could see an completely empty warehouse at night. "You all can thank Emily for that later."

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inner--islands · 1 year ago

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Interview with Golden Brown (November 2021)

1. What are some recent inspirations?

I have really loved the four seasonal recordings from Fuubutsushi over the last year. I find myself returning to them again and again and finding new things to appreciate in them with each listen. And it's been cool to see them evolve as a group and push things in different directions with each release, while still having a vibe that runs through all four. Another recent standout for me is yes/and. Guitar based music that goes from being beautiful and melodic one minute to woozy and disorienting the next. It's also been such a joy to get back to seeing live music since May or so. I feel like I've been really trying not to take it for granted after a year plus without. One of my favorite concerts I've seen this year was Bill Frisell and Tim O'Brien with their guitar teacher from when they were much younger, Dale Bruning. It was at Etown, an intimate venue in an old church in Boulder. Bill Frisell is one of my heroes and biggest influences and for this show he was playing a vintage guitar from Nick Forster's collection at Etown. It was amazing to hear him on just a beautiful, old acoustic guitar with no effects. It drove home what a true master he is of his instrument, sounding even more like himself than with all of the delay and loops.

2. How much of the material on “Gems and Minerals” is improvised and how much of it is composed?

On Gems and Minerals, the majority of it is composed to some degree, with the exception of the songs 'Gems,' 'Minerals,' and 'Fruiting Bodies.' When recording, I try to be open to serendipity or flow and just kind of let things happen as they may. Gems was originally a kind of extended, rambling intro to Turtle Spirit, but as I overlaid more sound on it I found that the tracks were coming together into something of their own. Minerals is a different version of the same 'song.' In that case, I ended up stacking two different takes of an electric guitar part and really liking the way they played off of each other. The dual lap steel parts on Finisterre came about the same way. Fruiting Bodies was not so much improvised as composed on the spot. I was getting frustrated trying to record a different song, so I tuned my guitar to a different tuning I wasn't familiar with and started playing around. Once I had the little groove with the prepared guitar, the rest came really quickly. The 4 main voices (prepared guitar, electric guitar, keyboard, and mandola) were all recorded in an afternoon. Later on, Sara and I overdubbed the harmonized cello and lap steel.

3. In what ways do the influences of the landscape and nature where you live make their way into your music?

We are so lucky to live in a place where we can be in nature and away from people very easily. We live in Longmont, on a cul de sac, but can be on a trailhead in less than 10 minutes. And over the last year, hiking and being outside has been a balm and necessary for my mental health. We are also lucky to have a big backyard that backs up to a park, so it feels fairly open while still being in town. A Far Green Country was written sitting out there in the sunshine last winter. Over the last few months, I've been making more field recordings of specific places and using those as a basis for a piece. A lot of the music I'm working on now features field recordings from one of my favorite spots here, a trail outside of Boulder called the Anne U. White trail. It's a really unique and magical landscape with a little creek and mossy rock walls on either side, it almost feels like the Pacific Northwest. The trail and some of the houses below the trailhead were wiped out in a massive flood here in 2013 and it only just reopened a year or two ago after a lot of rehabilitation. I go there a lot.

4. At what point in your life did you start recording music and what were those recordings like?

The first thing I remember recording was a song with my guitar teacher in high school, Steve Ellis. He is the person who taught me how to fingerpick, which opened up new worlds for me. But he also helped me record a song on a 4 track recorder, kind of giving me a taste for DIY home recording. I remember drumming on a metal trash can with chopsticks and thinking it was the greatest sound in the world. The first recordings I made as Golden Brown were probably around 2005 or 2006. I borrowed a digital eight track from a friend and recorded an album called Whiskers. Some of those songs are still around - I recorded new versions of Whiskers and Green Road last year. Some of them are kind of goofy, just playing with sound, using found sounds, casio keyboard drumbeats, detuned guitars, etc.

5. How do you see your trajectory as Golden Brown from the “Skullcap” release to your present work?

There is a line that connects all of them, but I kind of struggle to articulate what that is. Skullcap felt like a step towards what I wanted to do musically, but I was still figuring out how to capture that sound. Listening back to it now, some of it kind of makes me cringe but some I still appreciate. I really didn't know anything about recording back then, so the sound is a little rough and ready. I still have a lot to learn in that realm. Lonesome was the first album of mine that I was really proud of and I still enjoy listening to it. High Tide at Gold Beach was a different direction and my first foray into longer form pieces. I was listening to a lot of Ali Farka Toure and Boubacar Traore at the time and trying to incorporate some of that influence into my own songs. I had also added my Nord Electro and Line 6 delay modeler by that time, so was having a lot of fun playing with the possibilities there. After High Tide at Gold Beach, I took an inadvertent hiatus from recording for a few years. Part of it was working too much and living in spaces that weren't as conducive to making music, but I think I also felt a little torn between different sides of my musical personality. I had been steeped in the kind of Americana, fingerpicked guitar style for a long time but the cosmic ambience of High Tide was a complete departure from that. It took me a while to see that they were complimentary, not contradictory and that they were both equally valid. Sara and I got married in 2015 and writing and recording two pieces for the wedding caused me to regain some inspiration in my own music. Those songs ended up being on last year's Flora and Fauna of the Uncanny Valley - 'Love Song' and 'New Ramble.'

6. Do you see yourself as part of any particular musical tradition or lineage?

Not really, when I first started making this music I was listening to a lot of John Fahey, Leo Kottke, and other fingerstyle guitarists. I still do, but my emphasis has shifted more to atmosphere and vibe than proficiency. I am not a technical guitarist and I find that I don't enjoy the music I make when I am trying too hard as much as when I just try and be open to inspiration's flow, if that makes sense. I really admire and enjoy the music of players like Gwenifer Raymond and Yasmin Williams, but I know I will never be able to play like them. So I try to keep my guitar playing fairly simple and create lots of atmosphere around it.

7. Where did the name Golden Brown come from and is there any connection to the song by The Stranglers? (We nearly got in trouble from our digital distributor over that particular overlap!)

I actually didn't know the Stranglers song when I first started recording as Golden Brown. I thought of it as a kind of fleeting state of grace in cooking or baking - the perfectly baked loaf of bread or perfectly toasted marshmallow. If it stays on the heat any longer, it crosses that threshold and is no longer golden brown. I also just liked the way it sounded. Later on, when I heard the Stranglers song and found out that golden brown can be a euphemism for heroin, I thought about changing it (I have friends and family in recovery and would never want to make light of addiction). In the end I decided to keep it and reclaim the term in its more innocent meaning.

8. You recently added the mandocello to your instrumental palette on this album. How do you feel that instrument affected your compositions?

This was a really fun instrument to add to my music. A couple of years ago, I got a little obsessed with the Carnatic electric mandolin master U. Srinivas. Absolutely towering player and so, so talented. Like almost doesn't belong on this planet type of musician. I think I wanted to play around in that harmonic range but have it be something that could fit in with the sound of my music, so after some research I found this electric mandola from Eastwood Guitars. Sara knew I was obsessing over it and got it for me last year as a birthday gift. One of the things I like about it is that it's a little disorienting coming from guitar. It's tuned in fifths, so the tonal/spatial relationships I know on guitar don't apply. It's helped me get out of some patterns and try to play more intuitively. On Gems and Minerals, I ended up using it on 'Fruiting Bodies,' 'Gems,' 'Ash Emerald,' and 'Palimpsest.'

9. What drives you to put music out into the world?

For me, it's the best or maybe only way to share this kind of internal life that we all have. All of the emotions and half formed thoughts and weird dreams that make up who a person is, that for me are difficult to articulate in words. I could never really write prose or poetry, although I love to read. I like to draw and collage but visual art doesn't come to me as naturally as music. And the brilliant part about any creative practice is that it nourishes itself and grows the more you do it. As I mentioned above, I had a period for a few years where I felt disconnected from my own music and wasn't playing as much. Getting back into creativity's flow and being open to the inspirations I find there has been one of the great joys of the last few years.

10. Words of wisdom you like to recall in times of need?

I am a big re-reader. I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy about once a year and take a lot of comfort and joy from it. In the past five years or so, I kept returning to these lines: 'But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer.' The title of A Far Green Country also comes from Tolkein, from a beautiful dreamy passage near the end of the Return of the King: 'And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.' I also am a huge deadhead and am immersed in the poetry of Robert Hunter every day. There are so many incredible lyrics, but recently I find myself returning to 'Brokedown Palace,' 'Comes a Time,' and 'Stella Blue' again and again. The beauty of those lyrics along with the fragile, wilting quality of Garcia's voice when he would sing one of those ballads is a devastating combination. And the late Hunter/Garcia songs 'So Many Roads' and 'Days Between' are even more so, given that they were written and performed as Jerry was fading.

Golden Brown is the work of Stefan Beck. He recently released Gems and Minerals on Inner Islands on October 22nd on cassette and digital formats. The album is available from our Bandcamp page.

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year ago

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a quick appearance before i go back to farming and stuff and a couple of scenes to make you laugh and giggle that i thought of as soon as i read your reply + my take on the assumption game

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assumption game: you like rain and the comforting earthy scents it leaves behind whenever it's over

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scene 1: xiao wants a new tattoo but has no idea of what he wants or where he wants it, so he gives you a pen/washable marker/whatever and gives you total freedom to draw/write what you want where you want and he will get that as his new tattoo

( since you love xiao so much and your ramble inspired this ahah, i hope you will like it :> )

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scene 2: you kiss scara on the cheek, lingering there for a few seconds making him believe you just want to enjoy the moment, before blowing a raspberry right there and then running away as fast as possible MUAHAHAHAHAHAH

( i'm the "blow a raspberry" type cuz i love being a little brat sometimes >:p )

anyway now that this is done let me just tell you i look forward to your next post cuz your writing is so beautiful whatever it is + thank you for the encouragement, i will need it ;-; can't wait for exams to be over tbh but they will be soon hopefully

bye bye~

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hi hi, great to see you again!! farming… i should do that too…

I DO!! rain is so calming, just listening to it pitter patter against the windows and the roof while sitting inside with some coffee or tea is such a healing thing + the scent afterwards is just so blissful as well, all in all 11/10 experience, big fan of falling water hshsh <3

and omg i would die the first time he shows it to me, bc why are you getting this tattooed, are you crazy, i didn’t know the stakes were this high ahhhh (he probably wouldn’t tell me beforehand it’s a tattoo design bc he knows i’d freak and not draw anything at all)

but once i’d overcome the initial shock of omg i just permanently decorated your skin with my crude drawing, i’d go so soft over the gesture like wow you care about me enough to get this etched into your skin forever and i love you, i love you, i love you

sorry, biased, moving on

the look of absolute BETRAYAL on this man’s face… priceless; now listen here, he trusted you to be normal about this and what do you do? you pull a stunt like this

you want to be a brat? fine by him as long as you can deal with the consequences of your actions

thank you so much, although if you can believe my two loyal beta readers, aka friends i won’t stop throwing my content at (affectionate, you guys are troopers for putting up with me), the next post will be painful rather than beautiful

maybe the angst can distract you from the pain of exams /lh; i’m continuing to wish you the best, both for your studies and your health!! you got this!! <3

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — ❄️ anon ♡

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Hello! Love your blog! I find so many great podcasts from it. Hope it’s not rude of me to ask (don’t feel like you have to answer if you don’t want to) but would you have an comedy podcast recommendations? Preferably longer ones? I listen to podcasts at work most of the day and go through so many so quickly. Thank you in advance! And again, great blog, you’re one of my favorites!

This is such a sweet message, thank you ever so much! It's not rude at all, I'm always open to giving recs, as it is both as a way to shout out underappreciated productions and to ramble about my interests. Comedy is not my strong point but I do have a few!

Longer:

Arden

Fictional "true crime" podcast hosted by an investigative journalist and a detective, but each case/season is based on Shakespere plays. Very funny, two seasons of 12 and 8 episodes of roughly an hour each, with some bonus episodes. Well written and professionally made, also queer which is always a bonus.

Dispatches from the Multiverse

I've actually not finished this one but it is a long-running improv comedy about a guy who accidentally makes an interdimentional portal device and always meets some version of his room-mate Wilson on the other side. Creative and wacky, also some episodes include their kids and it's super cute to listen to these dads let their kids take the lead and just play pretend with them. 166 episodes of about 30 mins each.

Less is Morgue

A Ghost and a Ghoul host a podcast about literally whatever they feel like out of the ghoul's mother's basement. This one gets a little gorey at times but it is fun. 31 episodes of ~30 mins each

Life with Althaar

Sci-fi comedy with 28 LONG (like, 1-3 hours, usually about 1½-2 hours long) episodes and airing it's final season, so, loads of content. A human handyman rents out a cheap room on a station with an alien room-mate. Said room-mate is polite, considerate, all round charming and kind, but a species which causes humans deep panic at the mere sight of them. Really well made, full cast, original music features, great worldbuilding, a hidden gem for sure.

The Amelia Project

Interviews from an organisation which helps people fake their own deaths. Absolutely wacky, it starts out wild and only gets more so. Great voicework, clean and professional sound, never a dull moment. The episodes aren't too long but there are a fair number of them. 41 episodes of about 30 mins each plus a bunch of minisodes.

We Fix Space Junk

Sci-fi comedy about an intergalactic repairwoman, tired AI, and her fugitive assistant as they travel at the behest of the company they are in debt to, completing various strange tasks and odd jobs. Surprised in hindsight how long it took me to listen to this one, I'm a big fan. 3 seasons of 8 20-30 min episodes each, plus loads of minisodes.

Wooden Overcoats

Two siblings run the only funeral home on a small island in the English channel. Not very well, but that's okay if you're the only one. So, what happens when competition moves in? Energetic, classic british comedy vibe, really well made. 3 seasons of 8 episodes each, ~30 mins each plus hour-long finales, and loads of minisodes.

Shorter:

Alba Salix, Royal Physician/The Axe and Crown

High Fantasy Comedy! I'm admittedly not the biggest Alba Salix fan but I do love Axe and Crown, which is in the Alba Salix feed. Alba Salix is about the royal physician, and her assistants, a fairy trying her best, and an unruly young human monk. Axe and Crown is about a troll who runs a tavern and his overenthusiastic new landlord. Alba Salix has 12 episodes of 30-40 mins each, Axe and Crown has 18 episodes of 10-20 mins. There are a bunch of bonus minisodes.

Burst

Tales of the staff running a bubble tea shop on a space station. The audio is a little rough but it's fun, light-hearted, and feel-good. 20 episodes of ~10 mins each

Elaine's Cooking for the Soul

Post-apocalyptic dystopian cooking show hosted by a dentist from her office. Really fun, and the recipes are all stuff that's easy to make at home with long-lasting, cheap ingredients. Wacky concept but I do adore this podcast. 13 episodes of 15-20 mins each.

Forgive Me!

A young priest takes over confessional in a small town (or village maybe) after the village priest has a heart attack. The villagers have some very strange things to confess to. Didn't think catholic comedy would be my thing but it's very fun and silly and despite the format and setting doesn't feel too religious. The audio is clean and uncomplicated, the writing and acting are very charming. 6 episodes of ~20 mins each.

Haunted House Flippers

A couple inherits an apparently haunted house and decides to fix it up. This one's interesting because it feels a bit het-couple Adam Sandler movie at first but becomes an increasingly more charming story about a bi buff metalhead forensic scientist and her tiny well-meaning idiot ghosthunter husband who are both weird and very supportive of eachother. 17 episodes between 5 and 40 mins in length but normally about 25.

InkWyrm

Slow burn lesbian romance and a sci-fi comedy. Lots of people describe it as The Devil Wears Prada but gay and in space, about an AI specialist who also becomes the assistant to an intergalactic fashion magazine. The audio is not the best (they're highschool students so I am unbothered) but some of the funniest writing I've encountered. Not that short tbh. 27 episodes of ~15-20 mins each.

Murray Mysteries

Modern, very queer and remarkably faithful comedy retelling of Dracula. Very well made and written and it does such a fun job of all the characters and translating them to a modern setting. 22 episodes of 5-10 mins each.

The Vanishing Act

Set around the 1930s following a German playwright's obsession with the final trick of a 200-year-dead french magician. Self-described "globetrotting farce", 10 episodes of about an hour each.

Wizard Seeking Wizard

Short show long episodes. Wizards send in their bios and what sort of relationship they are looking for, and the audience votes to see who goes on a wizard date the next episode. It's great fun, very original and creative. 8 episodes of ~40 mins each

Hope you find something here you enjoy!

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isagisyoichi · 4 years ago

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PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

#queued #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #isagi yoichi #isagi #isagi blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi headcanons #isagi fluff #isagi imagine

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lovelylilpostitnotes · 2 years ago

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‘86 Baby

Here is a chapter 2 of my Eddie Munson x Reader fanfiction. It follows the plot of season four, with a little time prior to the events of the show. I’ve tried to keep this fic as self-insertable as possible without making the reader’s character totally flat. And of course please feel free to use your imagination and switch details in your head if you so please. Happy reading everyone!

Here is a link to Chapter 1 if you’re new!

(and my apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes, if you see ‘em let me know so I can fix it)

Chapter 2

By the time my lunch period finally rolled around, my brain was already dry heaving trying to contain all the syllabus information that had been stuffed into it in the span of only four periods.

At least when I got there, Robin was already waiting for me at our table we had claimed in sophomore year.

She had been my first friend when I moved to Hawkins, we did everything together. And I was the first person to know about her sexuality. She had broken down crying when she told me one night at a sleepover, which in turn made me cry, which basically just left us a big blubbering mess as we held onto each other and rocked back and forth. It was quite the experience, that's all I’ll say.

Since then she’d grown tremendously. I watched her smile more, speak to more people. She even made friends with Steve Harrington, which I never saw coming. I mean she had loathed the guy for the longest time. Then again I also never saw it coming that we would be fighting evil Russians, a racist bitch gone total horror movie villain, and a gigantic, interdimensional monster over the summer. Or that I would be well acquainted with the strangest group of children ever, including my brother’s ex-best friend, Dustin Henderson. But anyways, even though I could talk all day about the shit I’ve been through with those kids, that’s so far beside the point. I was just so proud of her, telling at least one person had taken so much weight off of her. And I only watched more and more lift away after Steve knew; Steve who was surprisingly supportive and later had long “boobie talks” with us. I mean I knew he could be understanding, but you’d be surprised how much easier it is for someone to swallow hunting demodogs compared to knowing a lesbian. Regardless, it finally wasn’t such a big secret anymore and she was better for it.

So, I listened to her ramble away all of lunch, telling me all about the new jobs she was searching for since her last one had been in the mall we basically destroyed, and how she finally landed herself one at the Family Video store in town alongside Steve.

I’ll admit I was a little distracted though, only hearing bits and pieces and humming in response. But could you blame me? Eddie Munson was sitting across the cafeteria with his signature jackets off. Meaning his Hellfire shirt was on display, meaning his forearms were on display, meaning his tattoo on his forearm was on display. God, I was a mess.

I suppose I ought to explain myself a little. I had found Eddie Munson absolutely fascinating since the first time I saw him. It was my freshman year and he was, I think, a junior at the time. I had been minding my business, sitting quietly in the hallway afterschool, waiting for my mom to come get me from the detention I had served for threatening to castrate the boy who had gotten way too up in Robin’s personal space and wouldn’t leave her be.

Who knows what he had been doing before, all I saw was his wild hair and his white shoes as he flew past me, whooping and screaming. I had about 10 seconds to register that before some guy from one of the sports teams, I couldn’t tell which, came lumbering down the hall.

“You see which way that freak went?” he spat at me.

“No um, I don’t believe I did, I was reading,” I lied with ease, shaking my book. I had no idea what was going on with the two of them, but the jocks of Hawkins High hadn’t exactly ever been nice to me so I definitely wasn’t going to help one out.

The kid narrowed his eyes at me but finally took my shitty answer for what it was and kept going the way Eddie had run just moments before.

From that moment on I found him everywhere I looked. In the cafeteria, the halls, outside in the parking lot after school. My eyes were drawn to him, I didn’t even know his name until sophomore year, but I always knew he was there. And when he started the Hellfire Club, I immediately ran to check out all the DnD books I could find in the library. It wasn’t until then that I realized I didn’t just find him widely amusing, I totally had a crush on a boy two grades above me who I’d never even spoken to before. Perfect.

It wasn’t until my junior year that we actually talked a little, but that was very briefly in the art class we both took. Yet I would still go home and think about our three sentence exchanges for hours.

He rarely showed up though, in fact his grade in that class could have very well been half the reason he didn’t graduate that year either. I’d always kind of felt bad about it, he definitely didn’t seem stupid, he just had no motivation to play along like the rest of us. Which, minus the fact that he had to keep coming back to hell on earth, was pretty revolutionary of him.

“Oi- Y/n? You listening to me?” Robin asked, snapping me out of my thoughts

“Oh- yes yes sorry, I’m just tired and zoned out a little,” I offered up the pretty pathetic excuse with a sheepish smile.

“More like you were staring at Eddie again,” she rolled her eyes at me. “You could like, I dunno, try talking to him some time.”

“I did talk to him, today, in English!” I said defensively.

“Oh really? You know, saying hi doesn’t count.”

“We talked about what music I listen to, thank you very much!”

She gawked at me. “You spoke to him for more than thirty seconds?”

“Jesus, don’t sound so surprised.”

“Sorry, sorry, I just never thought you’d do it, I mean you tripped walking into class that one time he smiled generally in your direction,” she reminded me with a sick grin.

“You absolutely suck, you know that?” I snapped. “And it’s not like you’re any better, asked Vicky out yet? Hm?”

“That is so not fair, I could get hate crimed on top of being rejected, you’d only get rejected.”

“Still, don’t lecture me about my game when you have absolutely none either.”

She stared at me for a moment before bursting into giggles. Giggles that then spread to me and had the two of us doubled over our lunches. Giggles that had Eddie Munson turning his head over towards us. Robin was the first to catch it.

“Oh shit- don’t look now, but I think Munson is looking this way,” she hissed.

“What- really?” I gasped, my eyes flying up to search for him like the idiot I was.

It took me a second to find him but as soon as I did, our eyes were locked.

He gave me a nice little smile when my gaze finally caught his, and then bowed his head with a flourish of his hand. What. A. Dork.

I felt my cheeks get rosy and I looked down at my lunch bashfully. I could hear Robin laughing but I simply didn’t care. Eddie Munson had smiled at me.

The day went by quickly after that. I had seen Eddie in two more periods, but we had been seated across the room from one another so I didn’t get the chance to pull out my smooth moves, as Robin called them, again. However, I was still perfectly satisfied by the smiles and odd faces he would send my way every time my eyes flitted over to him, which was often.

I didn’t know what it was that was different about this year, maybe the fact that we shared multiple classes, or that I’d finally talked to him long enough for him to notice me, but whatever it was, I was enjoying myself far too much.

“Hey, dingus, you giving me a ride or what?” Robin asked, sidling up on my left side and successfully scaring the shit out of me. “Jeez, could you have jumped any higher?”

“I’m sorry, you keep catching me when I'm in my head, it’s like you plan it this way,�� I bit back.

“Well, I am your best friend, and you’re really quite obvious when you’re off in your thoughts or daydreaming,” her grin got wicked, “you get all glassy eyed and I can practically see your pupils turning into hearts.”

“You’re so mean to me, honestly,” I rolled my eyes as my ears burned. She wasn’t wrong, I had been fairly obvious with my infatuation despite my best efforts. You can only stare at somebody so many times before it starts to become noticeable, especially to somebody who’s known you for half your life.

“Yeah well someone has to be, because you’re a mess,” she sang with a matter of fact nod of her head.

“I am no-” my words were cut off by a familiar, slightly squeaky voice.

“Hey- Y/n- listen, Mike and I need your help,” one entirely out of breath Dustin said as he gasped for air, doubled over with Mike next to him.

“What? What’s wrong?” the urgency in my voice was clear and the terror I had felt all too many times over the summer bubbled up in my chest.

“No- no nothing like that! We are aaalllll good, all safe, everything is fine,” Dustin hurried to reassure me when he saw my face. “Mike and I just need you to come get us after a club today, we absolutely have to go and Nancy refuses to drive us.”

The terror settled down with his words, but in it’s place came violent irritation. I stepped forward and looked down at him, my eyes very still and almost blank. The same stare I had used on a Russian guard before I caved his head in with a pipe. “I will give you a ride…”

I watched as the two boys gulped.

“But if you ever run up on me like that again, acting like the Mind Flayer or some shit just reappeared in the boys bathroom, you will wish you were in the hands of the Russians again, am I clear?”

“Yep got it,” they both squeaked out fearfully.

I sighed and switched my demeanor back to normal, “what time?”

“I have to be home before 9,” Mike offered, “so um- sometime around 8:30?”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” and with that I was grabbing Robin by the arm and hauling her off towards my car.

“Jesus, are you alright Y/n?” her brows were furrowed.

“Yes, I’m fine- he just- and I just-” I sagged against the side of my car, taking a deep shuddering breath. “These past few years- it’s the most terrifying shit I’ve ever been through, and I’m always just waiting for it to come back, for something else to happen. I mean it did before- it could happen again.”

“It could,” Robin said softly, placing a hand on my arm, “but we destroyed the machine, the gate was closed again, and the military took care of everything else. There’s always going to be that ‘what if’ but you can’t live like that, or it will ruin all the good shit you’ll go through.”

I nodded, still taking a minute to calm down and let her words sink in.

“I’m scared like that too.. I still have the dreams.. But we can’t let what happened ruin everything, we deserve to live like kings after everything we had to do, so let’s live like kings, alright?” She cracked a smile for me.

I nodded again, this time smiling back, “Alright, first stop on our royal agenda, the Family Video store, most glamorous location in town.”

She laughed and shoved my head down, walking around the car to her side.

I grinned and unlocked it, getting in and starting her up. I was glad to have friends like Robin, it made the horrors of everything I saw so much easier to handle. I couldn’t move on, not yet at least, but I had people who understood. People who I could talk to, but also be normal with.

…

“Where are they? They said 8:30,” I grumbled to myself as I leaned against my car. I didn’t have anywhere to be or anything, I’d forced myself to do all my homework, but still I wasn’t a fan of standing in a dark parking lot all alone.

I was never a fan of the dark, but after learning what really could be lurking in it, the fear became 10 times more paralyzing.

I tapped my watch impatiently, considering waiting in the car again instead of making myself such an obvious target. Dustin and Mike could figure it out, I was the only car here aside from someone’s van.

But right as I was about to climb back inside and crank the radio to drown out the thoughts of being mutilated by some raging beast, the doors of the high school slammed open and out flooded a stampede of nerds. I smiled softly at the group when I recognized most of them, they might’ve been odd but they were some of the most decent kids in school.

“Hey, Y/n!” Dustin called, waving once he noticed me.

I waved back at the pair as they made their way over. It didn’t take me long to notice Eddie following behind and I felt my throat tighten up. I hadn’t known this was his club, no one had told me I was picking the boys up from Hellfire.

“So, we meet again, oh fair one,” Eddie said in one of his stupid, dramatic voices.

I felt my face flush involuntarily while Dustin and Mike wretched.

“You get any of the Macbeth work done yet?” he said, moving around the two disgruntled looking freshmen to stand in front of me.

I nodded slowly, trying to find words again. “Y-yes, um, I finished Act 1 already actually, and the assignment was nothing.”

“Impressive, I haven’t touched the thing since I passed them out,” he wore a goofy little grin as he set his hand on the car next to me.

“You better get that reading done, Munson,” I said, my eyes narrowing. “I’m not carrying your ass through this assignment. We both know you’re competent.”

“Do we now?” he popped little accents onto the words, his grin widening even further as his other hand fell to his hip.

I leaned in closer, my face set with the challenge. “You write and narrate new DnD campaigns like every week, you can read some Shakspeare and talk about foreshadowing.”

He laughed softly and pushed off the car. “You got me there,” he said, backing away towards his van with his hands up. “I like this one, Henderson, have Y/n pick you up more often, and maybe even convince the lovely high elf to come some time.” And then he was off across the parking lot.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin snapped at me as we got into my car.

“What was what?”

“Um, you and Eddie practically undressing each other in the parking lot?” Mike’s squeaky voice came from the back seat.

“We were doing no such thing,” I said with an amused note to my voice as I pulled out of the parking lot.

“You two are disgusting, keep that far away from me,” Dustin said.

“Of course, Dusty Bun,” I mocked. He had no room to be judging me here, not with the way he spoke to his “Suzie Poo.”

“Fair enough,” he grumbled, angling his body away from me.

“Ahuh, that’s what I thought.”

...

“Goodnight, Dustin!” I called as I pulled out of his driveway.

He simply waved in response, still looking slightly mortified, and then ducked into his house.

I laughed as I pulled out of the driveway and drove down a few more houses to my home. Once inside, I kicked my shoes off and hung my keys up before scurrying to the kitchen to find something to eat. After acquiring some cold chicken tenders left over from my brother and I’s “last night of freedom” fast food run, I beelined straight for my room, merely offering up a wave to my family on the way. I had a phone call to make and there was no time to waste.

As soon as I was seated on my bed, the phone was in my hand and I was calling Robin. “C’mon, pick up pick up pick up,” I chanted, buzzing with excitement.

“Hello, this is Family Video, how can I help you?” Steve Harrignton’s familiar voice recited.

“Give Robin the phone, Steve,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

“You sound way too happy, Y/l/n, I don’t even want to know what you two are up to.”

“Hand. Over. The. Phone,” I repeated.

“Alright, alright,” He conceded, yelling for Robin a moment later.

“Hey, what’s up?” Robin said finally.

“Eddie Munson spoke to me again!”

“Details! Now!”

I giggled my way through the entire retelling, making sure to really emphasize how he’d practically pinned me to the car. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration but it certainly felt that way to me.

“Oh you have it so bad,” Robin teased.

“You’re telling me if Vicky did that to you, you would be fine?”

“Absolutely not, but I still plan on making fun of you for all this.”

“He is such a dork, he called me ‘oh fair one,’” I was giggling again.

“I really don’t know what you see in this guy.”

We always went around in this circle, I would tell her about something he did, and she would pretend it wasn’t totally endearing and absolutely something to freak out over. We both knew she liked Eddie though, she just wanted to be difficult with me.

“I have to close up now, weirdo, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, faking exasperation.

“Alriiiight, see you tomorrow!” My voice was light and bubbly.

“Jesus,” she muttered as she hung up, but I could hear her smile.

I set the phone down and demolished my chicken tenders before getting up and getting ready for bed.

Once I was all done, I dove into my bed and grabbed one of the DnD books on the lower level of my nightstand. I had to read up if there was a chance Dustin would be taking me to the next Hellfire meeting. It was a bit of a lost cause though because I couldn’t stop thinking about how much interaction we’d had in one day. I could live off the high for a week at least. I fell asleep still on that high, smiling n’ shit like all those dopes in the rom-coms. How pathetic.

A/N: Hiii, everybody! I hope you few readers enjoyed chapter 2! Please feel free to comment feedback, I always love to be bettering my work! Mwah! See you next chapter!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 years ago

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you suck at crushes

College!Yangyang x College!Reader x College!Renjun

summary: Renjun wants to help you get with Yangyang who wants to help you couple up with Renjun but they’re both annoying, maybe one less than the other

word count: 4.2k

(warnings: swearing, mentions of food) ((lmk if I missed anything))

Taglist! @lanadreamie

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! I swear reader ends up with only one guy I just don’t want to give away the ending and I know the summary is ass

God it was like the beams of sunshine just followed him around. Providing him with a natural spotlight that only worked to draw your attention to him even more than usual. The voices around you faded into background noise, and everything else besides him became so fuzzy you could only focus on the one and only- Liu Yangyang.

“Hello?” “Y/N!” “Are you listening to us?” Someone gripped your shoulder and shook you until you were out of your Yangyang-induced-haze. “Huh? Oh yeah… totally.” You answered with absolutely no idea about the conversation happening at the very table you sat at.

Your friends snorted, teasing and making fun of you. A kissing noise, a high pitched teasing exclamation of the man of the hour’s name, and some playful elbows being jabbed into your side. When they finally stopped with the teasing and they actually filled you in you were able to answer some questions about the times at the library.

You slipped into your seat in your geology class, a poor choice on your behalf and quite frankly the school for describing it as something that would be ‘fun and exciting.’ What a total load of BS that was. The professor was an old man that went on and on about his days in the field 40 years ago and rambled on and on about subjects that were 70% of the time not on the tests. However, the one and only bright side was that you had your favorite distraction in this class, Yangyang.

How could one person asking a question about the tectonic plates or the striations on a stupid rock be so attractive? He made it possible.

“Staring yet again?” An annoying voice asked quietly, just inches from your ear.

“Who are you?” You asked annoyed.

“Y/N, that isn’t funny anymore. Not the first time you did it and not the hundreds of times after that. We lived on the same street for years before you decided to follow me here.” He answered with a huff.

“Renjun, will you just go away? You know I’m no good at this so go bother someone else.” You replied. You took your eyes off Yangyang, gave Renjun a quick glare, and focused back on the lab work in front of you. Something stupid about hills or some moutain. Wasn’t this class supposed to be about rocks?

“I don’t need help, I came to help you. We’re friends- shhhh.” Renjun started, quickly shutting you up before you could interrupt. “I can help you with this lab and help you win over your beloved Yangyang.”

You sent him a quizzical look. In all the years you had known Renjun he had never been this... generous- always wanting something in return. “He and I are friends, he’s been super annoying lately and complaining about some final project we decided to do together, but we have months to do it. If I help you guys get together in order to distract him, then he can stop bothering me about that final project. It’s a win-win-win situation.” He explained.

Well, that made a lot of sense. “What do you even have in mind? Yangyang and I don’t talk like we used to, how could we go from strangers to dating in just a couple months.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You were the person to show him around school when he was the new kid all those years ago when we were kids, you’re in better standing than you think. We all went to the same school, we already know each other, we all have this class, and I’m not going to let this fail because I do not fail. If I have to hear about the final project one more time I will rip all the hair off his head, three strands at a time.” Renjun pouted.

“You sound completely crazy-”

“If you two need some help all you have to do is ask, I don’t need you two to argue and disrupt the class. Mr. Liu, since you seem to have a good understanding of the assignment, would you mind helping them out?” The professor called out.

You and Renjun sent each other incredulous looks, were you really talking that loudly? “It’s earlier than expected, but don’t worry I got this,” Renjun whispered.

“You know if you guys had just spoken quietly, I could have left early but here I am. You can’t do anything without me can you?” Yangyang teased Renjun.

“Oh, it wasn’t me. Y/N here is just so stupid, I was trying to explain the lab and it’s like all my words go in one ear and out the other. Maybe you can explain better than I can.” Renjun gestured toward you wildly.

You immediately went to defend yourself but stopped when instead, Yangyang came to your defense. “Y/N isn’t stupid like you Injun, if you wanted some attention you didn’t have to bother someone innocent.”

Your face felt so hot, god this attention was too much to handle so suddenly. It was as if Renjun had thrown you into the deep end of a pool when you had just learned about the entire concept of swimming itself. If this was his attempt at getting you and Yangyang together you were now questioning the entire idea. It was just too much to handle so suddenly.

Yangyang quickly went on to explain the idea of the lab, giving you some tips to make the work easier and how it connected to past lessons. “Do you understand it a little more now?” He asked you.

You hissed when someone stomped on your foot beneath the table. Your eyes met Renjun’s while he discreetly shook his head, seemingly trying to send you some kind of message. But it seemed whatever he was sending was received because you quickly caught on, answering, “Oh uh, this whole class has actually been a bit more difficult than I anticipated, and you seem to have a way better understanding than I do. Would you be willing to maybe meet up sometime and just help a little more?”

“I’m free on Wednesday afternoons, let’s exchange numbers so maybe we can find out what you struggle the most with and what time works for you. Renjun are you coming too, you seemed to get the lab when I explained it,” Yangyang replied.

Renjun answered with a simple nod, sending Yangyang on his way for the remainder of the class. He was quiet the rest of the time, still sitting beside you. When the class was over he looked over at you, “This is going to be so much easier than I thought.”

Some point in the week after class you had all decided on the meeting place and time. Some little cafe just off campus after Yangyang was done with his last class of the day. He said the coffee was good and it wasn’t even expensive, to which Renjun was quick to add that they had friends working there so they got discounts.

Renjun insisted on meeting you a little earlier to go over the details of the plan he had finally come up with. The plan mainly consisted of you just catching up with Yangyang, which would then progress to just the two of you hanging out, then bam! Dating! Much easier said than done you were quick to point out. His plan was just an idea with no details. Like what do you talk about? How do you make him like you? What kinds of things does he like? Could he even like you romantically?

“He actually mentioned to me that he was happy to talk to you again, so I have very high hopes. That was one conversation with him that was not about the final. Just have some hope.” Renjun shrugged.

“You make this sound so simple, but you are not the one risking being embarrassed by telling the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were 10 about your feelings and having even less of a relationship than you’ve had for the past like 6 years.” You huffed.

“Since you were 10? That’s a little embarrassing.” Renjun let out.

Ever since you were kids it was like Renjun knew the exact words and actions to push your every button. Always getting on your nerves and getting under your skin. It was foolish of you to believe that he had matured enough to not tease you, even in your 20s and even in college. Huang Renjun sucked.

You brought your hands up to his neck, fully ready to wrap your hands around his neck and just squeeze- just enough pressure for him to get the idea to just shut up. But of course, that would be unacceptable in public and even less appropriate seeing as Yangyang had come right up to the table before you could do so. You improvised, changing your intended action of a throat squeeze to a nice hug, arms wrapped tightly around Renjun’s shoulders. You smiled brightly, tilting your head away from Yangyang so your lips were right beside Renjun’s ear, “I can go another 10 years buddy, learn to shut your damn mouth. I for one know how to follow through with my threats and will actually pull your hairs from your head- Yangyang, so good to see you!”

Yangyang looked between the both of you curiously, side by side, one with a bright, beaming smile and the other flushed, scared look on their face. He shook it off and pulled out his study materials while making small talk.

By the end of the study session you felt more confident in your geology skills and your chances with Yangyang. He had gotten exponentially cooler as he got older than the kid you met all those years ago. Sure, he was still chaotic and sarcastic, even still a little dramatic, but it nonetheless made your heart skip a beat, just like the first time you laid eyes on him.

Over the next few weeks Renjun slowly stopped coming to the study sessions. He always had some excuse or another, that neither you or Yangyang ever really questioned. In those few weeks you and Yangyang had grown closer as friends, texting each other about more than just class, checking in on each other, sending stupid memes and tiktoks, even a few inside jokes.

But of course, Renjun had to have his time too. Instead of just texting you, he would make conversation anytime he saw you on campus, even going as far as asking you to hang out when he wanted to know what was going on. Every night without fail, he would FaceTime you for at least an hour and a half to ask for very detailed updates which at some point became you two just talking about your days in general. He liked to judge your every decision, giving his own input on even minor things like the seat you sat in for a class he didn’t even have. He said his life lacked drama so he needed to live vicariously through his friends.

“I know we usually meet at the cafe, but even with that discount I really shouldn’t be spending all that money there every week. Do you mind if we meet at mine this week? I promise my roommate buys enough snacks to feed the whole complex and he makes me clean the place every week.” Yangyang suggested about a month and a half into your studying arrangement.

You of course agreed, you’d be crazy to not want to go to your crush’s home, just the two of you- alone, and talking about… rocks.

So when the next week came and Wednesday afternoon rolled around, you found yourself standing right outside your crush’s door, fist raised to knock. You were so nervous, just being alone with him in his home! This wasn’t the cafe where you had other people around, where you knew where things were, close to your home. No, this was his house, and that made you beyond nervous.

He pulled the door open, a wide smile on his face as he welcomed you in. He set your things at his kitchen table and gave you a short tour of the home. “My roommate will be back later tonight, but he made us some food if we get hungry later,” He told you while he brought out his own supplies, once again ready to conquer your weekly study session.

And even though you did at one point struggle very much with the subject, this particular topic seemed easier to understand. So after even correcting Yangyang a few times, the study session became more of a hang out session. So casual that you even answered Renjun’s texts, chuckling at him freaking out in all caps because you were in Yangyang’s home.

“No, but Renjun did that last time we hung out too! We were in public, like full on glass of water spilled across the table and he got so red,” you laughed recalling the memory from just a few weeks ago after watching Yangyang do the same.

Then just a few minutes later when you were both watching TV you mumbled, “I think Renjun would like this show. This is on Netflix right?”

Yangyang being the smart kid that he is, had pieces coming together in his mind, ideas that he wasn’t even sure if you knew yet. He was going to make this happen.

Renjun sat in front of Yangyang, a month before the end of the semester, finally working on the final project. Which, thanks to you, had not been mentioned even once since you and Yangyang started hanging out until a week ago.

After finishing his part for the day Yangyang leaned back in his chair, sighed and smiled. “I think I’m going to ask Sua from our history class out.”

Renjun choked on his drink, did Yangyang really have to pick the exact moment he took a sip of his drink to tell him this? He cleared his throat, “Since when do you like her?”

Yangyang shrugged nonchalantly, explaining that Sua worked at the cafe he was always at and at some point they just kind of hit it off.

Renjun nodded, a little excessively. In his head he was trying to figure out what the hell to do. He knew you liked Yangyang and how hurt you would be if Yangyang suddenly had a girlfriend. At this moment, you were the only thing on Renjun’s mind. “Really? I actually thought you and Y/N might be a really good match, and you guys obviously get along well.” He replied.

Yangyang hid his smirk by taking a sip of his drink, “I don’t know, Y/N is really just much more of a friend than anything. Like don’t get me wrong Y/N is cool, but I see Sua more romantically.”

Before Renjun even had time to process his words and think of the consequences, he suddenly blurted out, “Well, Y/N likes you- and has liked you since we were kids. You have to think about more feelings than just your own Yangyang. Think of Y/N.”

“Like you think about Y/N?” Yangyang replied. Renjun tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand what Yangyang was talking about.

“I know you never grew out of that crush you had in middle school- it’s that cute childhood neighbors to lovers thing. I know that whole plan you made so I could finally pay attention to Y/N, and while I admit it worked, because Y/N is a cool friend, this plan didn’t work the way you wanted it to. I see the way you look at Y/N and every time we hang out that’s all you can talk about. I’m smarter than you Injun, I know.”

Renjun flushed, these were emotions that he had buried deep down years ago. In just two months Yangyang had uncovered and brought his emotions to light. Emotions that had at one point been disguised as that annoying 13 year old kid that would bother you to your wit’s end and now evolved to Renjun putting your emotions before his own. Days that were once filled with him tugging on your hair or tapping on your shoulder and looking away as if it weren’t him, had now become days of texting or facetiming you regularly just to catch up like he had wanted.

“I think you should tell Y/N how you feel, don’t underestimate your chances.” Yangyang told Renjun as they made their way out of the cafe.

When Yangyang told you that he knew you liked him, that he wasn’t interested, that he was actually going to date Sua from his history class, you thought you would be more upset. Embarrassed that he knew you liked him all this time, angry that he didn’t tell you earlier, or heartbroken that your crush of almost 10 years didn’t like you like you liked him. But you weren’t. You weren’t embarrassed, or angry, or heartbroken. You felt fine, it felt like he was just telling you what he ate for lunch. “Okay, so how do you tell the difference between these crystals again?” You replied with a nod.

“And I know you like Renjun.” He added quietly.

You looked up suddenly, eyes wide with shock, “What?”

“Come on Y/N, I think this whole ‘Renjun annoys me to no end’ is just a ploy. Whenever we hang out he’s all you talk about, you guys FaceTime like every night, right? You smile every time he texts you, and even though you play it off as ironic shit-posting- those stories you always post with all the hearts and cheesy ass captions stopped being a joke at some point. You may not have realized it but even with Renjun as just a friend to you now, he means more to you than I do.”

You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest, “You know you’re smarter than you look, but I really don’t like you psychoanalyzing me.”

He laughed loudly, “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t exactly have a good record with crushes, obviously. I don’t know what to do now,” you quietly answered, “Anyway this seems like a good ending point, we’ll meet one more time before the final right? Just text me if you need anything alright?”

Before Yangyang could even stop you or try to reassure you, you were hastily packing up your things and out the door. How was he going to get the two of you together now?

It seemed that mother nature seemed to understand the tornado of emotions that were happening for you and Renjun, though you both had no idea about one another, what had started off as a gorgeous spring day had become a dark and rainy spring night. Even Yangyang laid in his bed, unable to sleep as he remembered that he had failed to mention or even plan out- that neither of you knew you liked each other. That would have been nice to know, but it was a little too late for that now seeing as it was like two in the morning.

If you liked Renjun, which it sounded like you did, according to Yangyang and the more you thought about it, it really felt like you did. Not some surface level ‘I like to admire you from afar for 10 years’ crush but rather a ‘I like you and want to spend time with you and I’d hate to see you smile at anyone else like you smile at me and possibly fall in love.’ You sat straight up in bed, flashes of the lightning outside lit your room up, did you just think about falling in love with Renjun? Before you could process anymore thoughts you pulled on a coat and some shoes, grabbing the umbrella you kept by the door. You had to tell Renjun how you felt.

Stepping out of your apartment complex, you thanked the love gods for allowing Renjun to live just a few blocks away from each other and not across town. There was no doubt in your mind that by the time you reached him, you would be soaked to the bone, but you had to do this. There was no point in keeping this crush to yourself just for nothing, you had to take the risk and just hope for the best. Best case scenario, you get a boyfriend, and worst case, well then you don’t talk to him for another few years and every time you see him your heart feels like it's being stomped on. You know, something that could become a regular feeling.

You hurried through the storm, dodging large puddles while trying your best to stay beneath the awnings of the buildings. You stopped at a light, looking out into the rain to see just how much further you had until you got to Renjun’s place. But instead you focused on the sight of someone rushing through the rain to get to the opposite end of the crosswalk. You squinted through the downpour, realizing that the person at the other end of the crosswalk was “Renjun?”

You rushed toward him, lucky that there were no cars at this hour of the night to dodge. He ran forward, meeting you in the middle, pulling your hand forward so that the umbrella covered you both. “What are you doing out here?” He asked you loudly so you could hear him over the rain.

“I was coming to see you,” you started, meeting his eyes that told you he was waiting to hear more, “Renjun I like you. I really like you. I don’t smile, or laugh, or feel happy or even feel annoyed with anyone else like I feel when I’m with you. I want to be happy and date you, use your stupid plans to plan dates for us. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I’ve had a crush on you since middle school, you don’t know how happy this makes me.” He beamed, using his free hand to cup your cheek.

His hands were wet, and his fingers were cold as they cupped your warm cheek. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You asked.

He surged forward, lips meeting your own in a passionate kiss as your eyes fluttered shut. Your lips moved against his own, wrapping your free arm around his neck to pull him closer. He let his other arm fall to bring you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. With one arm holding up the umbrella you decided to just fuck it, dropping the umbrella you placed your hand at the back of his neck.

A sudden honk made the two of you jump apart, rushing back to the end of the crosswalk to avoid getting hit by an angry driver.

“You crazy kids! Living your movie moment! I did it!” You heard a voice yell over the pounding rain.

“Yangyang?” Both you and Renjun called out upon catching sight of Yangyang leaning out his car window.

He smiled, gesturing for the two of you to get in the car. You both shuffled into the backseat, hands held close and sitting side by side to warm each other up after being out in the horrible weather for so long. You were both shivering, teeth chattering, and lips nearly blue from the cold.

“Aren’t you guys glad I meddled? I mean look at you guys, all cute and cuddled up after your adorable kiss in the rain.” Yangyang giddily smiled as he shook some of the water out of hair.

“Can you just take us back to mine, I’d like to get dry so we don’t get sick. If that’s ok with you,” Renjun asked, whispering the last bit to you.

You nodded, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Yangyang nodded, putting the car in drive, chatting your ears off about how happy he was that the plan worked even when he didn’t plan well considering he forgot to mention that you liked each other. He told you both that he was on his way to Renjun’s to tell him that you liked him and force him to FaceTime you and confess.

He pulled up in front of the apartment complex, turning to give you a cocky smirk before you could even get out of the car or thank him for the ride, “So is Injun a good kisser?”

“This whole car ride made me realize how much you suck, seriously. I clearly made the right choice, so I hope and pray for your sake Sua has a mountain of patience, like you never shut up- ever. Thank you for the ride.” You ranted angrily before you made your way out of the car.

Yangyang’s jaw fell in fake offense, “You sure know how to pick ‘em Renjun.”

But he wasn’t met with the shocked face he thought he would see, he was instead met with a dazed, lovesick look. “Yeah I do, I might be in love.”

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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wait okay i have so many ideas you have no clue- okay so basically y/n is too scared to confess to either ushijima or shinsou (you decide lol) so he just puts love notes in his locker :)) but ushijima/shinsou catches him one day so he teases him about it but he liked y/n too so he lowkey confesses and its super fluffy i- 🥺🥺 i've had this idea for so long but i have no clue where to start writing it myself lolll

Guess who...took 4 months...to do Mr. Shinsoussimps request...not me...ahahaha...what are you talking about...BUT ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY MR SHINSOU PLS TAKE THIS FIC AS MY APOLOGIES

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Ushijima x reader - Secret Admirer Love Letter-kun!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns- male, he/him

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(Y/n’s) hands shook as he traced the linings of his love letter.

It had a red, heart-shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Ushijima-san’ written in royal purple across the back. The letter had slight crinkles from the shaky grip (Y/n) held it with.

His heart raced purely thinking about how Ushijima would react. Would he even react? Or would he just look at him with that blank stare and walk past him? Would he be ridiculed for being a man giving a love letter to another man?

Every single intrusive thought made (Y/n) want to tear up the letter and flush it down a toilet. Nonetheless, he stood next to Ushijima’s locker, waiting for him to appear.

His legs shook. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. He could physically feel the sweat running down his forehead. He was probably gaining stares from other students for standing near Ushijima’s locker and panicking silently.

All these ‘what-if’s’ was beginning to make (Y/n) second-guess his decision. Maybe he couldn’t do this after all...

No! He had to! He’s been harboring his feelings for Ushijima for years now, and he was getting nowhere! Even if it was rejection, and he certainly hoped it was not, he needed an answer!

Just as if right on cue, (Y/n) heard the familiar deep voice of Ushijima coming down the hall. He wasn’t saying much, but the accompanied grunts of acknowledgement to Tendou’s ramblings was enough proof it was him. Without thinking, (Y/n’s) panic took over him, shoving his love letter into Ushijima’s locker and dashing out of the way.

He blended himself in with the gaggle of students near their lockers, watching Ushijima as he opened his own locker.

“Ara?” Tendou cocked his head when the letter (Y/n) slipped in fluttered out. It landed on the floor gracefully. Ushijima bent over and plucked it off the ground.

“Our Wakatoshi~kun has a secwet admiwer?” Tendou squashed his face together and boared curious eyes into the heart-shaped sticker on the note. Ushijima grunted.

“It seems to be a love letter.” Ushijima’s low voice sent even more panic through (Y/n). He didn’t want to be there while he opened the letter. But here he was, 10 feet away from him as he carefully peeled off the heart sticker from the envelope.

Ushijima’s eyes silently scanned the letter, it’s meticulous, thought-out writing filling Ushijima’s eyes. The silence rang so, so loud to (Y/n), as he watched Ushijima read his love letter with his emotionless face.

After what seemed like forever, Ushijima lifted his head up from the note. (Y/n’s) heart stopped.

“It is a love letter.” (Y/n), and Tendou, deadpanned.

Tendou reached for the letter. “Fiiiiine, then let me see-!”

Ushijima pulled the letter away, raising it above his head and out of Tendou’s easy reach. He lowered the letter and cradled it to his chest.

“No. It’s mine.”

(Y/n’s) heart fluttered. Could this mean-?

“But it does, however, have no name.”

“Awh. Poor Wakatoshi-kun’s admirer must be rewwy shy~”

(Y/n) internally facepalmed. Of course he forgot to sign the note! Why wouldn’t he?! (Y/n) crinkled up his nose. He was still determined to get his feelings to Ushijima.

He turned around, and walked to class. The next day, for sure, he was going to give him a love letter with his signature on it this time.

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(Y/n) stared down at his paper, then shifted his eyes to the alarm clock sitting tauntingly at his dorm room’s desk, with the bright red numbers 10:35 pm glaring so menacingly at him. Like it was telling him to hurry up and sign the new love letter he just wrote. (Y/n) re-read the letter on his desk for the 6th time that night.

Everything was perfect. It explained his feelings perfectly, explained how long he’d been smitten for him for, hell, he even doodled a small picture of Ushijima himself with a heart next to it in the corner of the page.

Everything was there, except his name.

Did he really want to put his name, though? I mean, (Y/n) saw how...endearing Ushiwaka’s face looked reading his original letter. What if he ruined that when he finds out it was him who wrote it? And not some cute girl?

(Y/n) stared at the empty space on the page where his name was supposed to go. His hand gripped his pencil tighter than he should’ve, and began to write.

‘(L/n) (Y/...’

He stopped. (Y/n) thought about it for awhile, then grabbed his eraser and scrubbed at the name until it was pristine white again.

‘Your secret admirer’

Was all he wrote.

He packaged up the note in another small envelope, pressed a cute little heart sticker to the flap, and went to bed.

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The next day, (Y/n) made sure to rush to school early to slip the note in his locker. He wanted to see his reaction to his new note. It made him feel sorta high. What kind of face would he make? Would he be delighted? He hoped he would.

(Y/n) crammed the note into Ushiwaka’s locker. No one was around. Good. No one saw him shove the letter through, therefore no one could tell Ushijima it was him. (Y/n) sighed contently, and timpered off somewhere secluded, but somewhere he could still see Ushijima and his locker.

After scrolling on his phone for what seemed like an hour, he heard Tendou’s familiar voice, humming a strange song and trailing next to Ushijima. It was his daily indicator that Ushijima was near. If he could hear Tendou coming, almost 100% Ushijima would be there too. (Y/n) pocketed his phone quickly and peeked behind a row of lockers.

Ushijima silently unhinged his locker, listening to Tendou talk. However, they fell silent when another letter fluttered out from his locker, this time landing so perfectly in his hands.

“Ara ara? Another note from Admirer-chan?”

“Yes. But I know it’s a boy, Tendou.”

(Y/n’s) heart dropped. He watched as Ushiwaka peeled off the heart sticker once more, while continuing his conversation with Tendou.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Ushijima stopped, and reached into his locker once more. He pulled out (Y/n’s) previous note, and pointed to a line of text scribbled on there so neatly. Tendou raised his eyebrow, and leaned down to inspect the note.

‘-Besides, there’s no way someone as amazing as you can like a guy like me. It’s weird right? I hope you don’t think it’s weird. But I wouldn’t blame you.’

“Ahhhh~ makes sense...” Tendou hooked his arms dramatically over the back of his head. “But do you? Does Wakatoshi-kun think Secret Admirer-kun is weird?”

Ushijima traced the two love letters with his eyes. “I think he’s brave.”

(Y/n) clutched his tightening chest. It suddenly became really hard to breathe. How was Ushijima being so unintentionally sweet?

Tendou cooed. “Awwww, Is our Wakatoshi-kun catching feelings for his Admirer-kun?”

Ushijima folded the two notes back into their envelopes silently. He said nothing to Tendou’s remarks, while gently placing the two love letters back into a safe spot in his locker.

(Y/n) brisk-walked away, flustered, before he could hear his answer.

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Writing notes and hiding them in Ushijima’s locker became a sort of habit for (Y/n) in the past few weeks.

Every now and then, he’d write a short love letter signed “Your Secret Admirer” or “Admirer-kun” and slip it under Ushijima’s dorm room door or the cracks between his locker. It became an addiction of watching him unravel the note with the tenderness of an angel. For such a big dude, he held each love letter (Y/n) wrote him with such delicacy.

(Y/n) walked with a pep in his step as he arrived to the school building early, like he’d usually been doing. He’d recently been writing small letters, playground compliments like “I think you look nice today!” or “the way you play volleyball gets me all fired up!” but this was the first time in a while he wrote a good chunk of his feelings out.

At first he thought he would make Ushijima uncomfortable, but after many of his personal notes filled with the most wonderful explanations of his feelings, or rambling about dates he’d like to take him on, he’s grown more comfortable with it. Especially after seeing the teeny tiny, barely noticeable blush tinting his cheeks as he read them.

(Y/n) stopped in front of Ushiwaka’s locker. It was a familiar stop, after cramming in letter after letter inside for about a month or two now. It’s been so long that (Y/n) couldn’t even remember himself.

Just as his hand met with the cold metal locker to slip the note in, two hands slammed down on (Y/n’s) shoulders, effectively scaring him shitless.

“I’ve caught you! Secret admirer-kun!”

“Uwaaaah!”

Tendou made a show of flamboyantly pointing his lanky fingers at (Y/n), bending his back father then (Y/n) knew was possible in the process. (Y/n) jittered, swinging his hands in front of him while stuttering incoherently.

“I-it-its not-! It’s not wh-what it-! T-the letter-I was just-I-!”

“There’s no use for it now, Secret-Admirer (L/n)-kun! You’ve been caught red handed!” Tendou stuck his tongue out heartily while (Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. If Tendou kept yelling the whole damn school would hear him.

“I-I’m not the one leaving notes in Ushijima-kun’s locker! I was just-!”

“Oya? Then how did you know Wakatoshi-kun was gettin’ notes in his locker in the first place?” Tendou eyed him down half jokingly. (Y/n) sputtered.

“More importantly...” Tendou dramatically pointed to the envelope half-sticking out from the slits of Ushijima’s locker. “Whaaaaats that!?”

“That’s-!”

There was no use fighting Tendou on this. (Y/n) deflated, defeated and grasping on to the wall of lockers for support. “Uuuuu...”

“So, Secret Admirer-“

“S-stop calling me that! Just (L/n) is fine-!”

“-Secret Admirer-kun, what made you fancy our lovely Wakatoshi-kun?”

(Y/n) turned around, facing the locker as Tendou smiled his usual, Tendou-grin. (Y/n) didn’t wanna look at Tendou and his stupid knowing smirk.

“He’s just...I dunno, he’s just so-cool...and stuff...and he’s so nice...looking...”

“Ah, such sophisticated words-tell me, do you write all of this down in the letters you give him?”

“Hey!” (Y/n) whipped his head around.

Tendou chuckled, and part of (Y/n) wanted to smack him upside the head. Tendous laughter eventually died down, as he pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek. He looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing profusely and had his arms crossed.

“Phew...haha...” Tendou cleared his throat. He pointed straight at (Y/n). “Now, here’s some ultra wise words from Satori-sama!” He mimicked a fake drum roll on his lap, before pointing at (Y/n) again.

“Ja-jun~! You should Wakatoshi-kun how you feel about him!”

(Y/n’s) heart got stuck in his throat. “A-are you crazy! I could never! I-I’m not...I’m not...I’m scared..”

“Hm? But you’re not scared to write about how much you wanna kiss him alllllllll oveeeeeer-?”

“That’s different!” (Y/n) yelled, more quietly this time. He turned back to the locker, and tipped the rest of the note in sticking out inside the slit. The note disappeared through the gap, just like all of its predecessors. “Like this, I can tell him how much I love him without him knowing it was from me! What if he’s disappointed it’s me and not some other dude?”

“I’m veeeeeery sure he won’t be. But suit yourself, I guess.” Tendou shrugged. He turned around and left, but not before saying,

“But you’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.”

“Wait-what does that mea-“

(Y/n) looked back, only to find Tendou gone. (Y/n) stood there, perplexed, before dashing off to his own locker, so he wouldn’t be spotted near Ushijima’s.

——

Everyday when (Y/n) went to slip another note into Ushiwaka’s locker, Tendou’s words would ring in his mind.

‘You’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.’

He knew that. He knew that but he couldn’t stop himself from cowardly slipping notes into Ushijima’s locker, just to run and take cover as he opened them up. And one time he could swear Tendou was looking right at him in his hiding spot when Ushijima was reading one of his letter.

(Y/n) shook the thoughts from his head. That happened 3 days ago, and nothing happened. Tendou was probably just trying to scare him into telling him. Yeah. There’s no way anyone could’ve found out about him being Ushijima’s secret admirer.

He huffed and strode up to Ushijima’s locker, just like he did every time before that. No one was in the hallway. There was no footsteps, at least to (Y/n’s) knowledge, and Tendou wasn’t around with his booming voice. If (Y/n) could hear Tendou coming, chances are Ushijima was not too far behind.

Tendou wasn’t there. (Y/n) was safe. He smiled and rose the letter up to the slot in Ushijima’s locker. He slowly crammed the note in, slowly, slowly until-

Slam!

A large, calloused hand slammed against the locker, making (Y/n) jolt up in surprise. (Y/n’s) heart stopped beating. He felt someone lean against his ear, and then they whispered:

“So Tendou was right. You were the one leaving the letters in my locker.”

“Ushijima-kun-!”

(Y/n) whipped his head around by the speed of lightning, pressing himself against the locker wall as if he’d disappear into it. Stupid fucking Tendou! Of course he’d tell Ushijima!

Ushiwaka didn’t move from his spot in front of (Y/n). His arm outstretched on the wall beside (Y/n) didn’t falter either, making him blush even more. God, he wanted to disappear.

The letter, now hidden crudely behind (Y/n) sweaty back, was being smushed as he tried shrinking in on himself.

“I-I-“ (Y/n’s) mouth ran dry. “It’s not what it looks like-!”

“Hm.” Ushijima’s deep voice manage to startle (Y/n), despite being right infront of him. God, he was close. So close. He’s too close. Oh god, why is he so close?

Ushijima suddenly grabbed (Y/n’s) hand, making him sputter in surprise as Ushijima pulled it out gently. A letter with a red heart sticker on the flap was wedged in between (Y/n’s) shaky, sweaty fingers. Ushijima looked at the envelope, while (Y/n) averted his embarrassed eyes.

“...But it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Words perished in (Y/n’s) throat. If the locker would just open up and swallow him whole, now was the time.

Ushiwaka plucked the note out of (Y/n’s) hands, ignoring the small protests of (Y/n) himself. He tried to grab for the letter, but Ushijima held the envelope high above his head and grabbed at (Y/n’s) shivering wrists. (Y/n) squeaked.

“...why are you trying to grab it back if this letter was meant for me in the first place?” Ushijima looked oblivious to (Y/n’s) embarrassment. (Y/n) croaked. He didn’t even register what Ushiwaka said with how strong and warm his grip on his wrists were.

He didn’t realize Ushijima managed to peel off the heart sticker and fish out the note with his hand until he started reading the letter. His eyes scanned the words, even when (Y/n) quietly squirmed protestingly in his grasp.

“Mm.” Ushijima hummed. (Y/n’s) eyes widened when he realized what he wrote in today’s note.

‘Y’know, I think you’re really cool with how you’re so dedicated to your club. But maybe...one day we could grab a bite to eat after your club activities? Just you and me? And maybe if I’m lucky enough I just might get a kiss from the amazing Ushijima Wakatoshi-kun~’

(Y/n) wanted no more but to die then and there. Ushijima looked at (Y/n) with an unreadable gaze.

“Ah. So it seems in today’s letter, you would like to go out for food and kiss. I am free after club activities today at 6. Are you free at that time or must we reschedule?”

(Y/n) met Ushijima’s state with a confused face. He said nothing-he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was muster up a weak “w-wha..?”

“So...you are not free today...?” Ushijima’s face was normal, but he gave off the same vibe a sad, kicked puppy would. It was sorta cute. (Y/n) waved his hands around frantically in Ushijima’s grasp.

“N-no! That’s not it! I-I’m free! I’m totally free! I just-“

“You just what?” Ushijima cocked his head to the side bluntly. (Y/n) opened his mouth to say something, but let it clamp shut quietly.

(Y/n) averted his gaze. “Well...you don’t think it’s...weird that I was the one leaving you love letters?”

“But I already knew you were a man in the first place.”

“Still!” Ushijima was genuinely confused. (Y/n’s) voice died down a bit.

“Aren’t you...y’know...disappointed?”

Ushijima’s gaze never left (Y/n’s) eyes. “Why would I be disappointed?”

“I’m...w-well...it’s just...”

Ushiwaka placed his free hand on the other side of (Y/n’s) face, effectively trapping him in between his arms. Ushijima’s heavy gaze was too much to bear. (Y/n) instinctively averted his gaze away.

“You still haven’t given me a valid reason to be disappointed.”

“I-“

“You’re lovely, I believe you are very attractive, and you leave nice letters of encouragement in my locker everyday.”

“Wait-“

“I believe we both have feelings for each other. Therefore, I do not see why you are so hesitant on just doing what today’s lovely note said.”

“Ushi-“

“Is this just an excuse to turn me down? Were the letters not your true feelings? Because if so you just have to say so-“

“Ushijima-kun!”

(Y/n) rasped out between his fingers. He was covering his blushing face, and Ushijima didn’t know why until he realized his face was centimeters away from (Y/n’s). If it weren’t for (Y/n’s) hands cupping his face, they’d probably be able to kiss with one push closer.

“P-ple-please s-step back...”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Ushijima moved back, but didn’t quite move his arms from their positions on either side of (Y/n). He blinked. Silence engulfed them both, Ushijima bluntly staring at (Y/n) as he blushed and blushed into his hands.

Ushijima figured he should say something, and even open his mouth to speak when (Y/n) suddenly piped up, bringing his hands down from his face.

“I-I’m free...at 6...”

Ushijima blinked again.

“Ah. Today?”

“Yeah..!”

“Lovely. It is decided then. Will you wait for me at the gym after practice? If not I can pick you up from your dorm room.”

(Y/n) fought the urge to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming or not. “I-I can meet you at the gym!”

Ushijima smiled gently, and that’s probably the first time (Y/n’s) seen him smile ever. It was so coaxing, relaxed and warm, (Y/n) wanted to take of picture of it and just stare at it for days. Ushijima let his hands fall to his sides. Not before giving a pat to (Y/n’s) head.

“It is decided then. It’s a date.”

(Y/n) had to remind himself to thank Tendou later.

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Guest Lecturer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing.

A/N: This is my 6th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one kind of got away from me and I’ve been second guessing what I wrote all day lmao- I also imagine this as like season 9/10 Spencer. Thank you again to @spencers-dria who listens to all my rants about my writing AND gave me this idea. She’s amazing, everyone should go check out her fics.

Warnings: 18+, Established FWB relationship, Teasing in public, Spencer gets an untimely boner, Oral sex (M receiving), Unprotected sex, Degradation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.6k

“One of the earliest modern theories about criminology stated that criminals couldn’t help it—they were simply born that way. Cesare Lombroso came up with the theory, which he called “The Criminal Man,” in the late 19th century. Lombroso’s theory helped to unify criminal traits and identification (while also perhaps not paying enough attention to upbringing and environment as criminal factors).”

Whenever I invited Spencer to guest lecture in the criminology course I taught I got even more excited to do my job. The way he delivered every lecture sucked me in immediately, my full attention completely on him.

Today however, was different. The lecture I had invited him to do on the early history of the subject was material I had heard millions of times before as an educator. My mind was wandering more than usual and it had specifically wandered to observing how good Dr. Reid looked today. The two of us weren’t officially together, but all the late nights we both spent at each other’s apartments were not just to ‘hang out’.

I decided to tease him a little, to put my distracted mind to good use, after all he did something similar last week. I was sitting in the back of the relatively small lecture hall, but I knew of ways I could get Spencer’s eyes on me within an instant.

He was rambling on about the flaws in early criminology theories when I started to unbutton and shuck off my blazer. It was an innocent act that any wandering eyes of my students would not question, but the way I purposefully slightly traced over the edges of my bra was sure to get Spencer’s attention.

“S-sorrry class, I lost my train of thought.” I smirked as he stumbled over his words, he was so easy. He picked the lecture back up swiftly after that, though perhaps he was rambling a bit faster than before.

I was unsatisfied, so I continued on in my pursuit to make Spencer blush. I made a show of how I started to unbutton my blouse, but only the first two, I wasn’t trying to get fired here. The top two buttons, however small, served their purpose. When unbuttoned, they showed just enough of my chest that Spencer again started stuttering. My students were rather used to his stuttering, he’d often get talking so fast that he’d trip over his words and have to start the sentence over again. Knowing that in this case, his stuttering was for a different reason made my panties start to dampen.

My final tease towards the end of the lecture was to show him how turned on I was just from teasing him. I looked to make sure none of my students were just as distracted as I was and had wandering eyes before enacting the final stage of my revenge. I shifted to the side in my seat so my legs were facing halfway into the aisle, then uncrossing them which gave Spencer a good look at my panties. Maybe he would also be able to see the wet spot that had already begun to form, I was so glad I wore a skirt today.

His cheeks were starting to flush a deep red as he tried to casually shuffle behind the podium on the other side of the small stage where he finished the last bit of his lecture. I had no doubt he moved there in an attempt to hide his tightening slacks. I smirked again, mission accomplished.

After the end of his lecture I made my way up to the stage and dispersed my students. Once they had all asked their lingering questions to me and Spencer I turned to him and asked coyly, “Could we go talk in my office, Spencer?”

—-

“Sit down.” I commanded and motioned to my desk chair at the other side of the office. Spencer immediately followed my command, sitting down obediently on the chair with his hands laced together in front of him. “Why were you so distracted today Spencer?”

The flush that had been present earlier returned to his cheeks at my words before he started to stutter out, “You were t-teasing me during the lecture, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well- you teased me last week did you not? After all, who was the poet that said- All is fair in love and war?” I asked while making my way to stand tall over where he was sitting in my chair.

“John Lyly.” He did not stutter this time when he answered my question, but the end of it rose in pitch when I started to get down on my knees. I may have been the one getting down on my knees, but there was no doubt who was the one in charge, me.

“You alright with me being a little rougher with my words today Spencer?” We had talked about rougher degradation before, he had even used harsh words on me before, though I still wanted to make sure that he was ok with it. Once he gave me the go ahead I only had one more thing to say to him before. Got started, “And, make sure to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear how loud you are for me, would we?”

He nodded fast at my command, already so desperate for me to get started. I pulled his belt out of the loops then swiftly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length to me. I kissed my way up his length, following the already throbbing vein that ran up the side before taking him into my mouth. His hands pulled into fists as I started to bob my head vigorously, also making sure to hollow my cheeks. I then batted his hand away when it involuntarily came to rest on my hand, then grabbed both of his hands to hold them down on the seat of the chair. Then, while holding him down partially I took him as far down my throat as possible, slightly gagging on him. His hips squirmed a little and when I looked up through my lashes I could see him biting down hard on his bottom lip to contain his moans. My own wetness was making me just as desperate as him, I pulled off of him so I could have us both indulge. His hips jerked desperately towards my mouth searching out his release he so desperately wanted. At least he was silently complaining and didn’t break my no noises rule. I spoke with a bite in my tone as I stripped out of my own clothes, “Don’t complain, despite being a desperate little thing you have been good so far, I was going to let you cum inside.” I hovered my dripping pussy over his length, I needed an apology from him before I was to indulge myself.

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “Please, let me have you?”

“Since you seem so sorry I’ll let it slide.” I scoffed a little before allowing myself to sink down onto his length. I had to bite my own lip hard as I felt all the ridges of his cock while I slowly sunk down on him, he always filled me so perfectly. As I started to move on top of him slowly I reveled in the way he tried to move underneath me, but the way I sat above him in the desk chair had his hips pinned firmly down.

“What do you think everyone would say if they saw you underneath me? What would they say when they found out that their guest lecturer is such a little whore for their professor?” He mewled loudly at my degrading words, so loudly that I had to clamp your hand over his mouth. “I told you to be quiet, I guess since you’re incapable of following my directions all the way through, I’ll just have to keep my hand here.”

He mewled underneath my hand, not stopping himself from holding back his noises now that my hand was muffling them. I could tell he was getting close, so I sped up the rolling of my hips and increased how harshly I bounced on top of him.

“Cum with me.” I ordered just as I could feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. Spencer happily took my orders, it only took two more thrusts for him to come apart. He greedily grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way down onto his length, spilling himself as deep inside me as he could. I would’ve normally chastised him for his greediness, but I was too distracted by the devastating orgasm I was riding out to really care.

After we both rode out our highs I let Spencer bask in the warmth of me for a few minutes before I got up to dole out the aftercare. Aftercare was arguably my favorite part of being with Spencer. I enjoyed my post coital conversations with him immensely and he was also the best at cuddling.

“Do you think your students suspected anything?” The worry in his voice was evident as I cleaned up the evidence of our excursion.

“No I don't think so, and even if they did they wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t do anything that would get me fired.” I hummed and sat down on Spencer’s lap, enveloping him in my warmth. I ran my fingers through his hair loving the way his curls felt through my fingers, I was so glad I didn’t have any more classes I had to teach today. I spoke again, with a little more affection in my tone compared to our normal post coital bliss conversations,“You are my favorite guest lecturer.”

“I’m your favorite guest lecturer?”

I snickered a little bit before answering,“Did I never tell you? You’re actually my only one.”

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venushasvixens · 3 years ago

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Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.

#fanfiction #cowboy bebop #faye valentine #90s anime #jet black #spike spiegel requests #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel #radio free mars #cowboy bebop x reader #see you space cowboy #youre going to carry that weight #cowboy bebop fanfiction

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rizubaby · 4 years ago

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Sex underneath the stars | Kaito Momota.

18+ content warning | minors dni.

genre ; NSFW oneshot.

request ; Kaito and reader having sex underneath the stars, but Kaito keeps interrupting the mood by talking about space.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, oral/fingering, semi-rough sex, sex outside, vulgar language.

Location: courtyard of the academy.

Time: 10:25 pm.

. . .

"K-Kaito, not so fast!" you giggle, your purple spiky haired boyfriend of nearly three months hastily dragging you by your arm as you struggled to keep up with him. After a long and tiring day, the sun has already set and has made room for the gentle glow of the moon. You had both been busy all day, and the suggestive and lustful looks you were giving each other were NOT helping in the slightest. Every time you'd walk past each other, you could feel the unspoken sexual tension build up. God, you wished he would just drag you out for a few minutes and rail you in the nearest empty classroom. But that's not what happened.

Patiently awaiting the day to end and everybody to go back to their dorms, Kaito had come up with a plan. While you two were busy "tidying up the classroom", the rest of the other students made their way back to their rooms. What a perfect lie that was. Fortunately, none of them suspected anything or thought it was odd you two would stay behind. You had agreed to keep your relationship a secret for the time being, because you valued your privacy and wanted to see where this relationship was heading.

As soon as the announcement for nighttime passed, a lustful grin appeared on Kaito's face. You walked up towards him and eagerly pulled him in for a kiss, expecting him to undress you right then and there and fuck the life out of you. But he didn't.

"Kaito? What's wrong?" you asked, looking up into his deep lilac eyes. He smiled at you, immediately grabbing you by your wrist. "I have a much better idea. Come with me."

. . .

As he was quickly dragging you through the halls of the school, you soon walked out into the courtyard. Looking up at the sky, you stood there in awe for a second as the dark midnight sky and bright stars completely surrounded you. Kaito wasted no time and dragged you further back, to the place where you two kissed for the first time, and where he later asked you to be his girlfriend.

"It's... beautiful," you whisper, eyes still wandering to observe the endless amount of small and bright stars. Your eyes dart back over to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a small smirk. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, lustfully pressing his lips against yours.

Soft little whimpers escaped your lips as you continued your passionate kiss, feeling his hands slowly slide down and squeeze your beautifully shaped ass. He couldn't contain his large grin as he was cupping your soft behind, and it was kind of adorable. Soon after, he pulled away from your kiss for a moment and gently laid you down on the grass, eagerly pulling off your shirt and his and tossing them aside. He brought his face closer and lustfully started sucking on your tits while one of his hands made it's way down your panties.

"K-Kaito, h-hah..." you whimpered, finally feeling his hands and mouth all over you just like you'd been fantasizing about all day. You felt your face burn up, looking down at him as he was sucking on one breast and squeezing the other, slowly pulling down your panties with his other hand. He let go of your soft breasts and smirked, pressing two fingers against your dripping entrance.

"Mm, you're so wet for me baby..."

All you could do was let out a surprised whimper, feeling the cold air and his warm fingers against your folds simultaneously. As he slowly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, he leaned in for another sweet kiss to muffle your moans. Your face was burning hot, and all you could focus on in that moment was how good his fingers felt inside you.

As he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you and stimulating your g-spot, he let his eyes wander for a moment and looked up at the sky. Like a child fixated on a toy inside a toystore, his attention quickly moved towards all the constellations in the sky above you.

"Babe, look! That's Ursa Major!"

He nudged you and pointed at the sky, his finger tracing the outline of the constellation. What the hell? Um, hellooo, we're busy here! And how the hell is he able to finger you and focus on something completely different at the same time?!

You looked up at him in confusion, not really being able to comprehend what was happening. His fingers were still working their magic, yet your arousal immediately plummeted significantly. His face turned towards you again for a second, and he started sucking on one of your breasts once again. You decided to laugh it off for now, dismissing it as another one of his quirky characteristics. Trying to focus on the pleasure he was giving you again, you let your fingers run through his hair.

Not even a minute or so later, he stopped, and with a childishly excited expression he started rambling on about space and everything he knew about the constellations he had just observed.

"Babe, did you know that the constellation of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor could be traced back to the Cosmic Hunt myths, which date back more than 13,000 years? And did you know that--"

"Kaito, stop!"

The purple haired boy immediately stopped talking, and looked at you with a surprised expression. He did not expect you to react like that, so it instantly clicked that there was something wrong. You grabbed his wrist, signaling him to stop. You sighed.

"Listen, I know you love talking about space. And it is a beautiful night tonight, I really appreciate that you took me here. But... baby, we're kind of in the middle of something!"

You could see the expression on his face change, and he seemed to get a little embarrassed by his actions. You cupped his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes.

"We've been waiting for this all day, I need you so bad. So please... give me your full attention."

Something about the way you said it made him instantly forget everything he wanted to say, and he felt the tent in his pants growing. The way you always managed to snap him out of it and make him focus on you made him appreciate you even more. You knew him better than anyone and always knew what he needed, and somehow whatever you'd say to him now would only make him want to fuck you even more.

"You're right. I'm sorry... let me make it up to you," he stated, bringing his face to your neck and gently planting kisses all over. He brought his lips closer to your ear, and whispered;

"Let me show you how much I need you."

Hearing him say that in that low and lustful voice of his made your pussy throb. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close to you as he could, reaching down and cupping him through his pants. A soft grunt escaped him as he started kissing down your neck and collarbones, reaching down as well to pull down his pants and boxers. But instead of positioning himself in front of your entrance, he slowly kissed his way down to the inside of your thighs, making your longing for him almost unbearable.

"As much as I want to feel you around me, I want to taste you first..."

Without warning, he hungrily started lapping at your clit. Your back arched in response, and you frantically reached for him. Gripping onto his hair tightly and your legs shaking, the sudden shift in tone made you near your climax already. Aroused little moans and whimpers came out of you, and he loved every sound you made.

"That's it, cum for me baby.. Cum on my face, hm..." he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Within seconds, your first high washed over you and it left you a trembling mess with your boyfriend's face between your thighs. A satisfied groan came from him as he licked your soaked folds, making you extremely flustered by how much he loved it when you came on his face.

Without saying a word, Kaito quickly got up and lifted your legs over his broad shoulders, positioning himself at your entrance and rubbing the tip of his cock in between your lips.

"K-Kaito, p-please, I need-- Ah!"

Finally not being able to contain himself any longer, he pushed his length all the way inside. He let out a soft grunt and immediately started pumping into you. His pace was incredible, and the way he filled you up was just perfect. With your legs in the air and over his shoulders, the angle in which he was pounding into you made him go even deeper. He reached down and started stimulating your clit with his thumb whilst he was fucking you, grinning at the sight of your flustered face.

"Mm, you feel so fucking good around me baby.." He muttered, firmly gripping your hips with his other hand. Seeing you in a state of pure extacy made him so incredibly hard for you, slowly picking up the pace with every thrust. The sloppy sounds of your bodies colliding and aroused moans made for a beautiful symphony, something you'd be thinking about long after this night.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon... S/o, come with me," Kaito whispered, leaning forward and muffling both of your moans with another lustful kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as you tightly wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, it felt like you were going to lose your mind at any moment. All you could do was incoherently moan out his name while digging your nails into his back. Kaito's face was buried against your chest, clenching his jaw as his breathing became increasingly hitched and laboured. "A-Ah, f-fuck..! Baby, come with me- Hngh!"

Feeling your walls tightly clench around his cock, his thick ropes of cum finally spilled inside of you, making you let out a final loud moan. Milking him of every last drop, he grunted loudly as he rode out his high. He honestly couldn't believe you felt so fucking good. This was by far the best sex you ever had since you two got together.

He finally collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily as you slowly came down from your incredible orgasms. Kaito gently pulled out, admiring the sight of his thick cum dripping out of you. He chuckled, a satisfied smile forming on his face as he reached down and kissed you lovingly.

Kaito quickly grabbed his coat and hung it over your shoulders. He laid back down on the grass with his hands behind his head and you nuzzled up against him, looking up at the stars once again.

"That was amazing, heh... We should really do this more often," he laughed.

"Okay, but you have to promise me to not talk about space anymore while we have sex."

"Hahaha, fine. I only have eyes for you anyway."

#danganronpa smut #drv3 #kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #kaito x reader #danganronpa oneshot

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mggpleasedontlookhere · 4 years ago

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sinking

request: Helloo! 👋🏼 I really like your stories for Spencer Reid, they’re pretty detailed, creative and really interesting! So.. idk if you’ll see this but I was wondering if you’re willing to create a Reid x Reader where, the reader doesn’t know how to swim and so one day, an unsub who works around waters or something holds reader hostage and then shoves her into the ocean off the dock, in hopes to run away and no one knows she can’t swim besides Reid who jumps after her immediately? Sorry, thank u! :)

for: @tooweirdforyou

word count: 2,600 reading time aprox: 10 mins

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New York City, the land of naked cowgirls in the middle of Times Square, overpriced souvenirs, and home of Broadway shows. Unfortunately we didn’t have the privilege to be stationed in the heart of Manhattan, since our unsub had decided to execute his activities in the suburban neighborhoods of the city.

We were seated in a police station in Rockaway. The neighborhood we were in was low on the socioeconomic spectrum, which offered a clue to the profile we’ve built. Me, Spencer, and Morgan sat around in the conference of the station, discussing our frivolous adventures of life as we waited for the rest of the team to head back from their tasks.

“Wait so you’re telling me that you hate the ocean?” Morgan teased Reid, nudging him in the shoulder in a brotherly manner. “Why is that?” He continued, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Do you have any idea how many microbes are in the ocean” Spencer cringed, crunching up his nose in disgust. “In a single liter of seawater alone, there’s approximately a colony of one billion bacteria and ten billion virus-” He explained before getting cut off by Morgan.

“Oka-okay germ boy, enough of that before you ruin my image of a perfect vacation”

“Germ boy? That’s new” I interjected in amusement, laughing as Spencer squatted lower in his chair to hide the oncoming blush on his cheeks. “Oh come on Spence- hey everyone’s got some sort of phobia” I reassured, reaching over to ruffle his tangled hair.

“Well actually, a phobia is-”

“Don’t ruin it Spence” I joked, watching his lips curl up into an amused smile.

On cue, the rest of the BAU entered the building in a hurry. Hotch and JJ ran side by side into the office where we held Raymund Celter, a relative of the suspected unsub, for questioning. Me, Spencer, and Morgan looked at each other in confusion, until Emily walked up to us with an embittered expression.

“What’s up?” Morgan asked, directing the conversation to the suspenseful air that surrounded the four of us.

Emily sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration. “Our unsub...isn’t who we thought it was” She admitted, letting her eyes cast over the interrogation room where Hotch and JJ were.

“Wait- but our profile still fits right?” Morgan insisted with his eyebrows furrowed and his forehead etched with lines.

“Yeah, but we’ve been looking at the wrong type of relationship” She sighed, her defeated expression indicating the exhaustion that all of us shared. “If the unsub isn’t a relative- and we ruled out employees since the victims aren’t necessarily affluent- who else has full invitation to the house, is comfortable enough with the family, and is particularly close to-” She paused mid sentence as all the cogs in our brains were turning until we all settled on the same idea.

We looked at each other in revelation and it seemed like JJ and Hotch shared a similar idealization as they rushed out of the interrogation room.

Emily was quick to get Garcia on the phone, witnessing the troubled looks she received from Hotch. “Garcia, can you see if there were any family friends or close neigh-” She requested, although she was abruptly cut off by Hotch informing her of the details that they’ve uncovered.

“No need for that. The man we’re looking for is Henry Bennett, he grew up next door to the Celter’s residence- Garcia can you look for the last known address” Hotch commanded, chewing the inside of his mouth in anticipation.

“Uh- we might have a problem, sir” Garcia sheepishly admitted. “Well I’ve looked at his DMV records and there are 4 possible locations where he can reside at” Garcia explained, sending the coordinates to our tablets.

“Um okay, we’re going to have to split up. JJ and Morgan, Emily’s with Rossi, Reid you’re with me- Y/N are you okay doing this by yourself?” Hotch asked, concerning wavering in his eyes. I nodded in affirmation, already strapping on my gun and heading to the armory for FBI bullet proof vests.

After everyone had situated themselves in the right attire, it was time to leave in separate cars. That’s when Spencer pulled me aside by the arm, clutching it with a tense hand. “Are you sure you’re fine going alone? I can tell Hot-” He rambled, his words laced with the same concern Hotch expressed previously.

“Don’t worry germ boy, I think I can handle myself pretty well” I jokingly reassured. Although the lines etched across his forehead didn’t seem to lessen as I tried to lighten up the air. “Listen Spence...I’m going to be okay- I promise I’ll be extra careful” I expressed in the hopes that his doleful expression would vanish.

He responded with a hesitant nod and a tight lipped smile, pulling me into a warm embrace. He smelled of pumpkin spice candles mixed in with a little sweat, which, oddly, made out to be a comforting aroma.

“Hey germ boy, If it makes you feel any better about before, I’m absolutely terrified about the ocean too- well all types of large bodies of water” I sheepishly admitted, ruffling the top of his head as I went to open the front door of the SUV.

“Wait what?” He replied, taken aback by my profession. “You are?” He continued with a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, I don’t do well with the whole “deep water and the unknown thing” I expressed, staring at my twiddling thumbs. “I also, kinda, don’t know how to swim either” I blushed, climbing into the front seat of the vehicle, watching Spencer’s grin grow. Finally bidding a final adieu to all of my colleagues, I headed out to the coordinates I had been assigned to.

With my luck, I was sent to a docking area near Rockaway beach. The coordinates that Garcia had sent me were of an old fishing hut near the coastline. I was in constant contact with the rest of the team, communicating whether the unsub was to be found at our locations.

I surveyed the area with my gun close to my chest, pointed down to the floor. My eyes flickered to the water numerous times, feeling my anxiety rile up in my veins as I attempted to keep my focus on finding unsub. I was essentially on high alert, every creek and every sound triggering my flight or fight response.

It wasn't until I had gotten to the fishing hut that my anxiety rose to a new high. The small house was located at the end of the dock where the waves crashed against the wooden spokes below the thin bridge.

Suddenly, I had heard footsteps from the inside of the hut. I raised my gun into a more controlled position before taking a breath, tentatively opening the door to enter. “FBI” I yelled, feeling my arms shake as the sound of the water amplified, bouncing off the floorboards. “ Henry Bennett” I called out, surveying my surroundings. “ I'm from the FBI, I just want to talk” I peaked around the corner, seeing a slight shadow of a figure at the end of a hallway.

I radioed in my location, letting the rest of the team know that I had found the unsub. Hotch informed me that the rest of the team we're coming soon, although they might take longer than expected. With a brief goodbye, I finally made myself known, locking eyes with the unsub himself. “Henry Bennett-” I began but was ultimately cut off with his radical spiel.

“Ge-get away from m-me” He stuttered, a pistol in his right hand pointed directly at me. “Y-you don-don’t understand. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS!” He yelled, his behavior becoming more unstable by the minute.

“Hey, it's okay-it's okay, I'm here to help” I proceeded to attempt to calm him down as he started to hit his head with his other hand. Although he continued to inflict harm to himself, repeating the same mantra as before.

“NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! NO ONE-”

In the midst of his words I cut him off abruptly, placing my gun in its holster to indicate peace. “Henry, look at- hey look at me Henry” I called his attention, halting his actions. “I'm here to help, my team is going to come very soon and they are going to help you” I reassured, creeping closer to disarm him.

“Ar-are you sure?” He whimpered, still clutching onto the gun with the tight grip. I placed my hand over his, letting him sink into my touch.

“Yes Henry, I promise” I softly guaranteed, feeling his grip loosen up as I rubbed his back to soothe him. Although as I proceeded to take away his gun, he tensed up again looking at me with doleful eyes.

“Do you really promise?” He asked in desperation, searching my eyes for the truth as I fished out for his weapon. I nodded, giving him an understanding smile as he finally let go of his weapon. I calmed him down, telling him everything was going to be okay, letting him kneel down into the position to apprehend him for his crimes.

Unfortunately, the team had picked this time to approach the area, the loud sirens engulfing the dock, triggering the unsub to expel in a violent outburst. Suddenly I was pinned to the ground with strong arms, while malicious screams were emitted from the unsub's mouth.

“You promised! YOU PROMISED!” The unsub repeated, reaching over to retain the gun he had. “You lied to me- JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!” He sobbed, pressing the cold metal against the back of my forehead. “Now you’re going to pay” He threatened, forcefully pulling me up to my feet and walking me out to the docks.

The team came into view as we walked out, although my vision was distorted due to the tears that began to appear in the corners of my eyes. “Henry Bennett, FBI, let her go and things will go smoothly” Spencer spoke, maintaining a calm composure. When he locked eyes with my terrified ones, I saw a chink in his armor.

Despite the small discovery, he had a firm grip on his gun, pointing it directly at the unsub as the rest of the team followed behind him.

“NO! SHE LIED TO ME!” Henry bellowed, digging the barrel right into the side of my head as he held me by the neck.

“Please Henry, nobody has to be hurt” Emily interjected, trying to extinguish the situation in a peaceful manner.

“But- but” Henry shook his head, letting his malevolent expression falter for a moment. The team crept closer to where we were positioned. Soon enough, Henry noticed this and for every step forward the team took, he would take a step back.

It was until we had reached the end of the dock that the team had realized. “Please Henry, we know what happened with Raymund- we know that his parents didn’t approve of your friendship with him-” Emily began, placing her gun in the holster, similar to the tactic performed before. “-or should I say relationship. It was wrong of them to-”

“THEY WERE WRONG! THEY LIED TO ME!” He screamed, the gun in his hand shaking as he loosened his grip. “I loved him and they t-told m-me I couldn’t” He cried, dropping his weapon.

The team took this as an opportunity to approach Henry, seeing that he was disoriented. But, they soon found out that they were wrong. Henry threw himself into the water with his arm still latched around me. I struggled against his grip, beating against his rib cage as he fought my resistance.

With a hard blow to the forehead, I was able to swim up to the surface. I glanced at my feet, seeing his unconscious body drift down into the dark abyss. Terrified thoughts raced inside my head, thinking of the possibility of drowning and never being found. I squirmed and kicked, taking in a breath of air as I broke into the surface.

Suddenly, I was scooped into a pair of arms as I continued to panic and writhe in their grasp. I took chaste breaths, my eyes still covered with water, so I was unable to see who had me. It was until Spencer’s soothing voice reached my ears, that I finally calmed down.

“Y/N! Y/N! I got you- hey I got you” He repeated, although the affirmation was more for his own state of mind.

My breathing was still rapid, but my brain had registered that I was going to be okay. I let tears mix in with the sea water on my cheeks as I sobbed in terror. The cold sensation of the water increased my adrenaline by ten fold. I gripped onto Spencer’s vest, similar to a child with their mother, letting his voice soothe me.

I placed my head in the crook of his neck as he pulled the both of us near a ladder. He pushed me up gently, encouraging me to climb up to the rest of the team. Once I was situated on land, I sat down and burrowed myself into my knees. I was embarrassed, yet grateful that Spencer had saved me, knowing that my severe fear of water was now known to the rest of the team.

Finally, Spencer knelt down to where I sat, wrapping his long arms around where I had enclosed myself. I let myself lean into his embrace, nuzzling my head into his neck once again as he helped me control my breathing.

A blanket was placed on the both of us as I refused to get up. Spencer gave a sideways glance to Hotch in the way of saying “give us a moment’. The team had refuted back to their cars in respect to Spencer’s request, leaving me and him on the dock.

“Than-thank you” I muttered, able to muster up the strength to express my gratitude.

“It’s nothing Y/N” He reassured, letting the sound of seagulls and the waves permeate the ambiance of the scene. “When...when you told me that you had a fear of the water- and that you can’t swim- seeing you getting pushed into the water nearly gave me a heart attack” He admitted, breathing into the top of my head.

“I don’t- I don’t know what to do to thank you Spence. I was so- so terrified- and you went to- I just- thank you” I praised, looking up into his worried expression.

I placed an apprehensive hand on his cheek, getting a better look at the beautiful features that graced his face. I smiled at him, observing how his eyes would flicker from my eyes to my lips. I blushed at the discovery, letting myself lean more into his embrace.

Slowly, our faces closed in on the distance, our breaths fanning over each other’s faces as we looked at each other for any indication of resistance. Finally our lips collided in a kiss, maintaining slow movements as we melted in each other.

His lips were supple and tasted like vanilla lip balm, although his movements were gentle and meaningful. He grazed my cheeks with both of his hands, cupping them in his palms as he pulled away. He proceeded to place chaste kisses on my forehead as I let my eyes close at the feeling.

“I think that was a pretty great way to thank me” He grinned.

“I guess I’ll just have to keep thanking you for all the times you’ve made my life better”

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i hope this is okay, not my best work, but i hope it’s still enjoyable.

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