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melliflovs · 4 years ago

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Beautiful Mess - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Angst, longing, kinda sad

Summary: Reader comes to terms with her feelings after being faced with her emotions once she sees Gojo again for their monthly battle, even if it gets interrupted.

A/N: I didn't check this for errors cause my computers about to die but I wanted to post this for you guys!

Requests open!

In truth he found you incredible, but would he ever admit it? No. Of course not.

It was moments like this, the stars shining down on you and the wind blowing through your hair that made Gojo pause. He wished things could be different.

You could've been teaching alongside him, or anything else from the life you chose. He frowned to himself. Were you really happy?

At least twenty curses surrounded you. The dark purple aura slowly beginning to cover you from his view as you laughed in the distance. He just wanted a moment more to watch you before the inevitable battle before the two of you.

You knew he was there, close enough to see but too far away to touch. For now, you'd continue on as you were, playfully petting a curse on its head. It resembled a dog and chose to stay by your side, granted it looked and smelled horrendous but you'd take what you could get. They milled about you, waiting for their commands. They were all grade 3 curses, childs play for people like Gojo - people like you. But they weren't supposed to be strong, they were just to garner attention.

After the purple fog fully enveloped you Gojo knew it was time. You stood high on the tallest skyscraper, the clouds within reach.

You always thought Gojo was incredible. Irresistible looks, unbeatable strength, and a massive ego. Time spent with him was cherished, even if it meant small tricks and claims to get his attention but he never failed to deliver.

You heard his footsteps approach slowly, with your back turned the curses began to howl. A small smile tugged on the edges of your lips but you held it back. Slowly you turned to face him.

"Come with me." He said, Gojo had his hands in his pocket with a blindfold covering his eyes. You wondered if you'd ever be able to see them again.

"Traded out the glasses, huh?" You teased, "Do the students find it more intimidating." Sparks lit up your eyes as power began to surge through you.

Gojo smirked and flexed his muscles at you "I was always intimidating, just thought the blindfold added more flare."

He wished they'd stop sending him, the elders always too quick to call upon him once they knew you were involved. They started questioning why the job was never 'finished' they wanted you dead. You were the villain in this story, the creator of curses and sorrow. But how could someone so beautiful be so destructive? It didn't make sense to him.

The first time you'd met Gojo you were both 16. He was a student at the time, sent to a school to take down a low-level curse. It was a teaching method of his Sensei's to send his students alone on smaller tasks - one he ultimately ended up using himself. Instead, he found you surrounded in a purple haze curled into a ball.

You were so small at the time, anxious and afraid with tears streaming down your face. Gojo could feel the power inside you, radiating from your fragile body. It brought him to his knees in front of you. It was the first time you'd ever seen his eyes, hair hanging out in front of his face. He reached out to you, mesmerized by you.

He'd never encountered power like his before, different from his yet so similar in strength. Gojo was so distracted by you that he ignored the scattered limbs of what used to be your fellow classmates.

When he looked at you he was amazed, every single time. But you'd grown now, no longer the scared little girl who didn't know who or what you were. But you knew now. Years of hating yourself for what you were born as, what you'd accidentally do to people. Eventually, you embraced it.

In the years that you'd been actively on Gojo's radar, no one had narrowed down what you were. They knew you were human, a child abandoned and forced into foster care. From what he could tell your emotions were so strong that the smallest offense could make the curses in the surrounding 10 miles stronger and multiply them. You were no longer a grade 3 curse. You were special grade, a girl with explosive feelings that were considered to be on the same level as Sukuna.

You still didn't compare to Gojo though.

"Come with me, (y/n)" He repeated, his eyes desperate under the blindfold. He wondered if she could tell how much he wished she would listen to him.

She shook her head lightly, lowering her head to the ground. "You know I can't do that Satoru."

He nodded in response, he knew she was right. They'd execute her if she followed him back to the school. In a way (y/n) reminded him as Yuji, the elders were cowards whatever they couldn't understand they eliminated. Eventually, they'd meet the same unfortunate fate. Gojo wouldn't be able to protect either of them.

Gojo was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of a single snap. Looking up he watched as all the curses surrounding her dive off the skyscraper and into the city set loose to wreak havoc. The dog-shaped curse stayed, wagging its crooked tailback and forth.

"Good," He teased, "Was starting to get a bit crowded up here."

The purple haze had almost completely disappeared from the rooftop once the curses left. You took a deep breath, "I'm not ready yet, Gojo. Ten minutes."

He jokingly checked his bare wrist as if looking at a watch "Fine" He pouted "But I'm counting."

You gave him a weak smile, walking over to the edge of the roof and sitting down, letting your legs hang over the edge. You'd be lying if you said looking down didn't make you feel sick, you were at least 100 stories above ground. But the lights were so pretty, the glow of all of them lit up the night, reflecting in your eyes. You felt his presence approach you, standing behind you as you sat.

"Why does it have to be this way?" You whispered, it was so quiet he might not have been able to hear you. It would've probably been for the best if he hadn't.

Hesitantly he placed his hand on your head, giving your hair a soft pat. He made you feel so little, so small in comparison. Just like the day you met. "Because life is unfair to powerful people."

You hummed at his response, "I wish things were different." You tilted your head up, looking at him through your lashes, hair falling in your face. "I wish we weren't such a mess."

"At least we're a beautiful mess." He said grinning down at you.

"I miss your eyes Gojo, why cover them like that all the time?" You asked, still staring at the dark blindfold. You could only imagine what shade of blue hid behind it.

"Decided not everyone should have the privilege to see these sparklers." The smile on his face grew as he said this, quirking his head to the side.

"Can I see them?" The more time you spent in his presence the calmer you felt. Gradually you felt the weight of your powers lift off your shoulder. A calm smile never had any trouble settling on your face whenever you were around him. It was hard to admit, even to yourself, but looking at his shining smile for the first time in months made you realize you'd missed him. "Please Gojo."

His grin faded into a soft smile. Nodding his head, Gojo reached up and began to untie the knot holding the blindfold.

"I think it's been ten minutes, Satoru. What do you think?" The voice made the two of you jump, Gojo's hands dropping away from the halfway untied covering. "Maybe you just got distracted with" He waved his hand around distastefully "This."

"Leave. Now." Gojo whispered, just low enough that the new man wouldn't be able to hear him. He seemed afraid, not of the man but of what would happen if any of his higher-ups found out about the two of you - whatever you were, even if you didn't know yourselves.

He stalked over the man, who was dressed impeccably in a white button-down. He held a wooden paddle tightly in his hand and pushed up his glasses as Gojo walked up to him.

"Look, Nanami, it's not what you think." He said holding up his hands defensively. Realistically he didn't know if his colleague would even believe any lie he could up of in time. Gojo tried to straighten himself out. Putting on his signature smirk, "You know how I get around the ladies. They just can't help themselves."

Nanami let out a sigh, looking at his friend with pity. "The way she looks at you... it's like she'd be willing to take a bullet for you." It wasn't normal the way you looked at Gojo. Like he was the sun and you were a flower stuck in the shade. "And I'm sure under that ridiculous blindfold you were looking at her like that too."

Gojo stayed quiet, the fake smirk dropping from his face. The silence hovered for a moment, making his chest fill with dread as Nanami thought it over in his head.

Suddenly he turned, beginning to walk towards the exit. "Come on, let's go."

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Gojo asked as he followed his coworker. He wrung his hands nervously together.

"No."

He let out a sigh of relief. A small smile began to tug at his lips, he was grateful to the blonde, not many people he knew would risk helping him like this. Subtly he looked over his shoulder.

Thankfully you were already gone, thankfully you were safe. At least for the time being. As he stepped towards the stairwell to make his way down the skyscraper, Gojo realized one thing:

You never got to see his eyes.

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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

In order to keep Y/N safe from danger, Spencer vows to keep their relationship a complete secret from everyone they know. However, as their romance gets more serious, Y/N and Reid begin to realize that no matter how in love they are, they may have been doomed from the start.

A/N: Back at it with a hopefully very angsty fic! This is of course inspired by the Taylor Swift song, but you don’t need to be familiar with the song to read and enjoy! Also I made a playlist for this one shot, which you can find here (its best if you listen to it in order and of course you don’t have to listen as you read, but if you enjoy that kind of thing, I thought it would be fun). Additionally, in order for the timeline of this fic to make the most sense, I’m choosing to ignore the Lauren Reynolds subplot, because trying to incorporate it and explain it would be distracting and unnecessary in my opinion. Thanks for reading!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Type: Angst

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: Some cursing, general fighting angst, discussion of pregnancy, brief mention of abortion (follow up is left intentionally ambiguous, based on your own desires and beliefs you are allowed to decide where that aspect goes (pro choice tings))

“I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche?”

Spencer Reid hated funerals.

Somehow he felt he was always invited to one, and no matter how hard it was for him to be there, he always made every effort to go. So when Hotch had to plan Haley’s funeral, Spencer knew he had to go, no matter how much he would hate it.

He looked down to the grass as his supervisor cried over his now dead wife, the most emotion he had seen from him ever. He refused to look up and watch, although there were at least a hundred people there to mourn Haley, this moment felt innately private to Hotch. Spencer didn’t think it was his place for his eyes to intrude.

So he stared at the lawn and got lost in his own mind.

Right then and there he realized he never wanted to go through what Hotch had to go through. No matter how many philosophers described love in the most beautiful, enchanting way, Spencer didn’t want it anymore.

He didn’t want to go through a heartbreak, because how worth it could it be?

Of course, all information he had in his repertoire pointed to the claim that it was worth it. Yet he couldn’t pay attention to Oscar Wilde, trying to tell him that “hearts are made to be broken,” or E. A. Bucchianeri screaming that “grief is the price we pay for love.”

All he could see at that moment was the most stone-faced man he had ever known, breaking down in front of everyone he knew over the woman he loved.

At that moment Spencer Reid vowed to completely give up on love. He would become the best profiler to ever live. People would compare him to Jason Gideon, but Spencer Reid would win every time. Spencer wouldn’t let himself be like Gideon and get so hung up over a person that he couldn’t ever work anymore.

So when Spencer left the funeral and went to bed that night, he was confident that he would sleep alone like that forever. It was comfortable like that and he was happy. Who needs to be in love?

Not Spencer Reid that’s for sure.

Well, until three months later, when Spencer Reid met Y/N Y/L/N.

She was beautiful, and Spencer knew he wanted to get to know her the first time he laid eyes on her.

But he was doing such a good job recently…. Even Hotch was impressed with his work ethic. The only one who had talked to him about his lack of emotion was Penelope, she seemed concerned when Spencer told her he didn’t want to meet let alone go on a date with the cute nerdy barista from her go to coffee shop. Spencer refused to reason with her, he was too focused on proving himself to Hotch and the rest of the team.

Even though in the back of his mind, Spencer knew he had already proven himself to the rest of the team, now he just needed to be good enough for himself.

A truly impossible task.

But he was still trying to do it, so he didn’t talk to the barista at the new coffee shop he was trying.

He wasn’t expecting her to try and talk to him. Maybe that’s why he was so willing to give up his own reasoning.

“That’s a lot of sugar, sugar. Are you as sweet as your coffee?” she said, giggling as she did it. She knew the line was cheesy and stupid but she had been eyeing Spencer Reid since he came in and knew she needed to get his attention. Luckily, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Their first date was right then and there. They got distracted and talked till closing, Y/N’s coworkers noticing she was actually putting herself out there and deciding to pick up her slack so she could continue.

“So are you going to call me Dr. Reid or were you just leading me on for 3 hours?”

“Of course I’ll call you, how else am I going to get you to watch Doctor Who?”

Y/N smiled, “Well I know this is kind of forward, but I have this art exhibit tomorrow, I would love to see you there. But don’t over think that! I’ve invited pretty much everyone I know. I have a bet to win amongst the other art students, whoever has the most people come to see them wins one of those giant Costco sheet cakes. I need that sheet cake Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, “Well, I am from Vegas . . . Maybe I could help push the odds in your favor.”

“Well I can’t wait to see you there. Tomorrow, 6 pm, I’ll text you the details.”

It was only when he laid down to sleep that Spencer remembered his philosophy on love, but strangely, he did not care.

He may have been trying to freeze his heart, but Y/N was coming in with a blowtorch.

And he didn’t mind. In fact he unlocked the door to let her in.

So when he arrived at work the next morning, he fully intended on going to her art show. He thought about what flowers to bring her. . . was this a date? Was last night a date? Were roses too strong a message? He couldn’t do anything red, it was too forward. Pink? What if she saw it as stereotypical because she’s a woman, maybe she hates pink?! Yellow Tulips were safe, but if he got her yellow tulips then she would think they were just friends and Spencer didn’t want to be just friends.

His internal debate was interrupted by none other than Penelope Garcia, but not to interrupt their paperwork day with a case, but to make an announcement to the bullpen.

“Hello my loves! I have an interesting idea for some team bonding tonight, my favorite barista and dear friend has invited me to her school art show. Of course she needs the most support humanly possible, so you all need to come with me and look at cool art!”

“Who’s this friend of yours Penelope?” JJ asked.

“Oh Jayge you’ve met Y/N! She’s lovely and I’m sure an incredible artist. You guys will all love her!”

Suddenly Spencer remembered Hotch and his broken down faces at Haley’s funeral. He remembered his philosophy on love and his fear of heartbreak.

But he also remembered how alive he felt with Y/N. How the way she laughed like a little kid and how that made him feel giddy. He remembered how she was always so interested in what he had to say. He remembered that he really liked her.

And at that moment, Spencer realized that he did not have to choose between being in love and keeping his heart safe from the devastating heartbreak of seeing his true love die. He realized that the reaper could only find Haley because Hotch let people know they were together Because everyone knew of Hotch’s wife, she was in constant danger.

Maybe if he kept Y/N secret he could still be with her.

“Spencer! Did you hear me?”

“No, um sorry Garcia what did you say?”

“I asked if you were going to come to Y/N’s art show, you know you too would make such a cute couple! You should totally come.”

“I actually can’t, I’m not feeling well.”

She sighed, “That’s what you said last time I tried to get you two together 187 . . . Do you want to talk about anything Spencer? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m fine, I just have a headache. I don’t want to go out tonight.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second, before following Morgan to the kitchen. Spencer knew she was going to say something to him, but he didn’t care. He had found the perfect solution to his conundrum.

And he knew exactly what flowers to send to Y/N.

Y/N texted him thirteen times, and waited an extra hour after the open house closed in case he showed. So although she went home empty handed, one person away from enough cake to feed fifty, she received a call from Spencer Reid.

“Hey, where were you tonight? I was looking forward to seeing you.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, something came up, but I have something for you! Are you still there?”

“Oh no, I just got to my apartment. I can send you the address.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

And five minutes later Spencer was at Y/N’s door, with Chinese take out and white peonies, a flower known for its apologetic symbolism.

Y/N blushed, “You didn’t have to bring me flowers Spencer . . .”

“Well I wanted to bring some to your show, but I figured this could be the next best thing . . . And maybe we could eat some of your Costco sheet cake afterwards. Sounds like a balanced meal to me.”

“Although I love that idea, I unfortunately came home tonight sheet cake-less.”

Reid frowned, “How close were you? Would I have made any difference?”

“Oh no!” Y/N lied, “I was way off, don’t even worry about it.” She smiled, “I’m just excited that you're here right now.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his feet, “Well I’m excited to be here.”

Four months after that night, Y/N asked Spencer a seemingly stupid question while they were eating take out at her apartment. “Spencer, I love takeout and all but we haven’t gone out in public together since the first time we met. . . Call me stupid but I’m starting to wonder if you don’t want to be seen with me.”

Spencer sighed, “Y/N, it’s not that it’s just . . . complicated.”

“I just don’t get it. Am I the second woman or something?”

“No! Absolutely not! You are my one and only flower,” he said, smiling and then leaning in to kiss her nose. She giggled in response, but quickly remembered the serious nature of their conversation. “Y/N, you know what I do for a living.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

“Not too long ago, my boss was targeted by a serial killer who made it his mission to make his life miserable. In doing so he killed his wife. I just . . . I don’t want that to happen to you Y/N. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t put you through that.”

“Spencer . . . I love you too.”

So no matter how badly Y/N wanted to tell her family, or update her Facebook status, she respected Spencer, and although she didn’t completely understand his concerns, she wanted him to be happy.

So she spent ten more months like that, catering to Spencer Reid’s peace of mind. Pretending to smile as he told her stories of all the funny things his team members did, all about their partners, and their love lives.

A couple times now, Y/N asked Spencer if she could meet them, but Spencer always shot it down. When he first mentioned the idea of keeping their relationship a secret, Y/N had secretly hoped it would be one of those things that was forgotten about within a week or two. But no. It had been many, many weeks, and Spencer still didn’t want to be seen in public with her.

And by now that was all she wanted. To go on a real date, to introduce him to her friends, to actually be able to tell her coworkers that something did come from that guy she hit it off with.

Everyday, Y/N felt she did the same exact thing, she went to work, would come home and if Spencer was still in Quantico, she would convince him to come over. (They had been dating for over a year now, and Y/N had never been to his apartment. She didn’t even know where it was). If Spencer did come over, he would usually bring some kind of dessert with him, and they would talk and be merry in their own little secret oasis. A couple weeks ago, Y/N started to get this uncomfortable, uneasy feeling that encompassed her whole body, her whole being. Every part of her was trying to tell her that Spencer Reid was not the man for her. And even though she was still very much in love with him, she agreed.

Although she loved Spencer for the person he was, the man who brought her every different flavor of cheesecake from the bakery across town (one a day for fifty nine days straight), the man who begged her to make him a painting for valentines day instead of buying him a present, the man who cried when she did and laughed when she did and-

There were a lot of things to love about Spencer Reid, but there were a lot of things to hate about their relationship.

She hated the time she bought a gold locket in the shape of a heart, and put a picture of them in it so she could keep him with her all day long, and he made her return it because it could fly open and someone could recognize him. She hated the day she came home with a little beige kitten named Betsy and Spencer made her give Betsy to her sister so that he wouldn’t get cat hair on his clothes and have to answer a million questions. She hated the time Spencer missed her birthday weekend because he had a case and couldn’t give an excuse to why he couldn’t go. She hated that Spencer was her entire life, while she seemed like just an inconvenience to his.

And most of all, she hated that she loved him so much. Because deep down she knew that she could never leave Spencer Reid, but she also knew that there was no way they could last if nothing changed.

Just then Spencer knocked on her door, she had offered him his own key many times, but he declined because he didn’t want anyone to see it on his key ring and ask what it was for. She let him in, and right away his fun perky smile dropped. “You’ve been crying. I can tell.”

“Is that the kind of thing they teach you in FBI school?”

“Yes actually, but that’s not the point,” he said, dropping his bouquet of red chrysanthemums on Y/N’s coffee table and grabbing one of her hands with both of his. “Talk to me Y/N.”

She sighed, “I love you Spencer, but I just don’t know if we can do this anymore.”

“What do you mean flower?”

“Spencer we’ve been together for over a year-”

“One year, two months and five days,” he corrected.

“Yes, yes that. We’ve been together for one year, two months and five days but no one except us knows that.”

“Y/N I thought you were okay with that, I just want you to be safe.”

“I thought I was okay with it but,” she paused, afraid of what she wanted to say, “I’m not Spencer, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I love you, and I want to be with you. To really be with you. What happens if we ever get married, do we have to get eloped, would you even let us get married because you need someone else to watch? When do I get to tell my mom I’m in a relationship? What if you get hurt out in the field, and no one has heard of me, let alone knows to call me, and we never get to say goodbye? How far do you plan on taking this?”

Spencer grew flustered, “Um, I- I don’t know? I didn’t know you were even thinking about those things.”

“Do you think about those things? Things like getting married?”

“You’re the love of my life Y/N, of course I do.”

“Well then something needs to change. We can’t live like this anymore.”

“Things will get better Y/N, I promise you, we’ll start small but I’m going to make this better for you. Actually, um we can start right now,” he started digging through his messenger bag. After a minute, he pulled out a smaller gold heart locket than the one you had originally purchased for yourself. “I, um I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but I feel like now is the best time. I couldn’t find the same one, but it’s the same picture inside.”

She teared up, “I love it. It’s perfect. Here, put it on me.” She turned around and pushed her hair to one side so that Spencer could clasp the delicate chain around her neck.

They kissed, and afterward Spencer spoke, “I hate to ruin this moment, but I’ve had to use the bathroom ever since I got here.”

Y/N laughed, “Ok go, I’ll be waiting.”

While waiting for her love to come back, Y/N admired her flowers. Ever since Spencer began to get her different flowers to symbolize different things she had developed an abnormal botany fascination. She would always beat Spencer to explaining the symbolism of her latest bouquet, so she already knew the red chrysanthemum was a symbol of prosperous, passionate love in most countries. However she also knew that in Italy, chrysanthemums were a death flower, given only at funerals.

Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if some unconscious part of Spencer’s genius brain was beginning to feel the same way she did. Three weeks later nothing much had changed in the state of Y/N and Spencer’s romance. She was still unheard of in the eyes of the BAU and two nights prior Spencer had stopped her from calling her mother to tell her about him.

And then Y/N discovered her sick, uneasy, all over body feeling was not just her incredible intuition.

She was pregnant.

She had taken a couple of tests a while prior and could just now get into the doctor to get it confirmed. But it was official. She was pregnant.

As soon as the nurse confirmed it she broke down crying. And when she asked her a couple more questions, she broke down even further. “Are you currently in a relationship?”

“No,” she sniffed.

“Do you know who the father is?”

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want to go from here, but there’s a lot more options that you may think. Everything will be okay.”

Y/N still cried the whole way home.

She spent the rest of the day thinking about how to tell Spencer, and then overthinking what he would say.

She knew Spencer loved children, but he couldn’t even manage to tell people she existed, how was he going to explain a long term relationship and a baby?

It would have taken decades for Y/N to prepare to deliver this news, but Spencer showed up at 8:19 pm.

“Hi flower! How are you today?”

“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out, she was not planning to do it exactly like that, but she panicked.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant Spencer.”

He sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair, “You could get an abortion?”

Y/N lost it. “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me Spencer?”

“I don’t think a baby is going to be very easy to keep a secret Y/N.”

“Is this how far you’re willing to go Spencer? You want to keep me hidden so bad that you want me to get an abortion? Are you insane?”

“You’re right, Y/N, I’m sorry, we’ll figure something out.”

“No, you’re wrong there Spencer. I’ll figure something out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I love you but, please just get out of my apartment.”

“Y/N please don’t do this, I love you, we can make this work. I know I haven’t been doing the best job for these three weeks, but just give me a little time and I promise we can do this.”

Y/N wiped tears from her eyes, then reached her thumb up to Spencer’s face, wiping his cheek. “Spencer, it’s not a matter of how much I love you or you love me. Sometimes, things just aren’t made to work out. We gave it a good run, but no matter how hard we love each other, I don’t think either of us is happy.”

“But I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it, flower.”

“I’ve never been in your world Spencer, after tonight, nothing in your life will drastically change. You don’t have to worry about living in a universe without me because you’ve already been doing that for 15 months.”

“Please don’t do this, can we just give it another try?”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, “That’s all we’ve been doing.”

The couple stayed in silence like that for a couple of minutes before Spencer spoke. “Can we just stay here for one night. I can’t believe I never got to do it.” Spencer had never spent the full night at Y/N’s place because he always worried that he would forget to answer his phone and the team would try to come to his apartment to tell him they had a case.

“You know we can’t do that Spencer,” she sighed, knowing she had to stay strong and act on her own best interest, but she also loved Spencer. “But you can stay here, if you want.”

He thought for a moment. “Okay, um do I need that key you always offered me? To lock up when I leave?”

“No, the front door locks automatically when you close it, you just have to make sure you have everything before you go.”

And so Spencer slept in Y/N’s bed, for the first time, without her in it.

And Y/N called the one person she knew Spencer would never try to track her down to to avoid exposing himself.

Penelope Garcia.

She of course let Y/N stay with her for the night, and although she would eventually, Garcia did not pry when Y/N said she didn’t want to talk about what was going on. So Y/N walked to her apartment with peace of mind, she knew that although she had a lot to think about, for the time being everything was going to be just fine.

On the way to Penelope’s apartment, Y/N saw a flower vendor. She couldn’t help but stop by and pick up a bouquet for Penelope, but more so for the symbolic meaning.

Daffodils and daisies.

The flowers of new beginnings.

“I'd kiss you as the lights went out Swaying as the room burned down I'd hold you as the water rushes in If I could dance with you again”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

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headoverheelsforramsey · 4 years ago

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Hiiiii! Here are this week's different questions lol

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Hello Hello Bree! My weekly dose of sunshine has arrived! 🤗

Sorry this took so long I am literally neck deep in assignments.

Anyways can I just say that these questions were just brilliant!! Book 1 is so close to our hearts and Ethan MC dynamic back in the day was priceless. 😂

Just a fair warning this contains a lot of pinching noses and rolling eyes because that's what book 1 Ethan used to do all the time. So now let the fun begin! 🤩

The setting for this answers is: Post Chap 15, before the ethics trial.

Ethan : Remind me again why I am doing this?

Meera : Because you are unemployed and have a lot of free time, also because I asked nicely? (with puppy eyes)

Ethan (Rolls eyes)

FOR BOTH

When I first saw them, I thought__________

*Both of them wait for each other to answer*

Ethan : You go first, this was your idea.

Meera : Oh boy. Why do I have the feeling you are going to hate me even more after this?

Ethan : I can't hate you more than I did when I first met you.

Meera (expectantly) : So you are saying the hatred for me has declined since then?

Ethan : Just answer the damn question.

Meera : Okay fine. I thought "why is this person being so rude to me? I am still a kid I am still learning. Such an asshole, gotta keep outta his path."

Ethan (looks at her amused) : I thought "ah shit here we go again. A new bunch of nerve wrecking idiotic interns incoming."

Meera (dramatically opens her mouth and places her hands on her chest) : Ouch! Rude!

Ethan (sly grin)

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Meera : Jesus. Christ. Jesus Christ. He is religious that way. (winks)

Ethan : Very funny Rookie. She on the other hand has an explicit vocabulary in slangs but I think I have heard holy shit, holy cow, holy fuck the most.

Meera (excitedly) : See I am religious too. Also look at us twining in swears.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Meera (immediately) : Ocean Blue! No, Celestial blue!

Ethan (looks at Meera, surprised)

Meera (suddenly concious) : Blue. Just plain simple blue.

Ethan (thinks for a moment)

Meera (puts a hand over her eyes)

Ethan : What are you doing?

Meera : I won't let you cheat.

Ethan : Cheat? I don't cheat.

Meera : Ofcourse the great Ethan Ramsey doesn't cheat. Then go ahead and ans---

Ethan : Dark brown.

Meera (impressed with him)

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Meera (heaves out a long dramatic sigh) : Ask me whom he doesn't?

Ethan : I tolerate most of them though.

Meera (chuckles) : I think it'll be Dr. Thorne, Dr. Myles and Dr. Hirata. Atleast these are the ones he complains about the most.

Ethan : Hmm. Fair enough. Bose here obviously hates that back stabbing "friend" whose name I'd rather die than learn. And I think Dr. Emery and Dr. Mirani also falls under this list.

Meera : Full point for the first one, but I think Aurora is a good person overall, she has some issues, which we need to work out. And I don't hate Zaid, I just don't like how he is always in a grumpy melancholic mood.

Ethan : Which is very justified of him given that he has to work with the interns the majority of his work hours.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Meera : Easy, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes when annoyed, which is all the time by the way.

Ethan : I think adjusting her glasses when it threatens to slip from her nose and forming her lips in a strange way when concentrating.

Bree : I am sorry doctor could you just explain the last part better.

Ethan (rolls his eyes and tries to do his best impression of Meera's pout)

Meera (chuckles) : That's not how it's done, Ethan. This is how it's done (pouts)

Ethan : Yeah same thing.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Ethan : Crush? What are we? Highschool students? I am not answering that. (prepares to leave)

Meera : I think it might be Dr. Emery.

Ethan (stops short on his way out, turns around and takes a seat again) : Really Rookie? Fine you want to know her crush? It's that scalpel jockey, or that paramedic guy she is so friends with or maybe that other Indian intern roomate she has.

Meera : What! No. They are my friends. What made you think that?

Ethan : What made you think Harper is my crush?

Bree : Okay doctors let's move on to the next round.

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

Meera : Nope!

Ethan : Never. We are doctors we might get someone loose their life.

had a fistfight

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (looks at her unbelievingly) : I thought you were the harmless kind.

Meera (smugly) : I am mostly harmless, untill you get on my bad side. What about you?

Ethan : I'll have to say no.

Meera : You punched Nash though.

Ethan : He didn't punch me back, so doesn't count Rookie.

been kicked out of a bar

Meera : Unfortunately yes.

Ethan : Unfortunately yes too.

Meera : What?! The great Ethan Ramsey?

Ethan : Stop calling me that. I am a human afterall and I had some very stupid friends back in med school.

gotten a tattoo

Ethan : No.

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (smirks)

broken someone’s heart

Meera : Not that I know off

Ethan : I am not proud of it but yes.

been in love

Ethan : No.

Meera : Expected. For me it's yes. Maybe it didn't last but I can't say what we had wasn't love.

For Meera (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

He thinks he won't practice medicine anymore because he can't solve Naveen's case but I know he won't be able to resist helping people and ofcourse that is what Naveen always wanted. So, professionally, he is doing wonders. Inspiring thousands of hearts, guiding hundreds of young doctors and saving millions of lives. The diagnostic team has becomes globally recognised. He has written another book or two. Maybe won the Lasker Awards.

Personally, I hope he is happy and not lonely. He needs someone by his side. Someone who can tolerate his sarcasm and critisisim. Someone who will put a smile on his face when he wakes up beside her. Maybe he'll have a family, if that someone is really strong-willed. (let's out a dry laugh)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

His passion for what he does. He just lights up and enrapts the entire room when he speaks about medicine. And I just get lost in the sea of passion in his eyes. Also his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up is really impressive.

Last thing he texted you?

I'll show you wait.

He ordered about half a dozen books on Medical Law and Ethics for me.

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

(stays silent for a long time)

I don't think so he will. Like the chances are really really thin but trust me if he does I wouldn't dare say no. (colour rises to her cheeks)

But yes that's in a different world. A world in which we don't live. (sighs wistfully)

For Ethan (Meera is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

If she manages to save her lisence she'll be a wonderful doctor. She'll save innumerable lives and be one of the brightest stars in medicine. I am sure she'll secure a spot on the DT and maybe even lead it someday. She'll make me proud. (smiles genuinely)

Personally I hope she'll be with someone who loves her more than anything and that she is with literally anybody else but that scalpel jockey. She'll have a loving caring partner who'll cook her meals when she comes home from a twelve hour shift. She'll have amazing friends especially the ones she has now. They really love her and they didn't think twice before helping her out with Mrs. Martinez's case.

Maybe she'll have a family. A few kids who will also grow up to show a stunning reflection of their mother.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan : I can't say attractive but I'll say I like her personality. She has a magnetic one that makes sure to turn heads any time she walks into a room. Also I love that she cares so deeply about people and she is willing to go out of her way to put a smile on these people's face. Like for example Mrs. Martinez.

Bree : So is this "like" or "love"?

Ethan : Did I? Did I just say love? I am so sorry I meant like.

Bree : Could you enlist something physically attractive about her?

Ethan : If I have to. I'd say I love, er... like, like her laughter. It literally brightens the entire room. (blushes)

Last thing she texted you?

"Thank you Ethan"

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

(sighs) I would feel lucky to go on a date with her, but right now in this situation? It's too complicated. I can't jeopardize her career, so it's a no form me, despite my actual feelings.

This was so fun! Thank you once again @jamespotterthefirst

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers @coffeeheartaddict @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

#newlyweds game with our host bree #queen bree supremacy!#ethan x meera #asked and answered #messrprongs

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theodora3022 · 4 years ago

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Sheathed Claws (Part 1)

(Yandere Fukuzawa feat.Ranpo as his evil sidekick)

Summary: As a former Assassin himself, the formidable Silver Wolf Yukichi Fukuzawa can see through seemingly perfect disguises. You really should not have chosen ADA to work after fleeing the Order of the Clock Tower.

Notes: I wrote this instead of polishing my Tetchou fic, someone yells at me to do things in order- You can sense clear parental issues here, so enjoy! The reader’s ability is modelled after Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, the ability to control air currents. She is a former assassin leader of the Order of Clock tower, her superior being Lady Agatha Christie. I could have wrote this as a full fic, but I got too excited about a Mori fic and just...went with easy way with this one. The next part would be out next week by the latest.

Special thanks to @killuwumi and @bungoose for beta reading this mess! You guys are the best :))

Warnings: Female reader, Power imbalance, possessive behaviours(in future chapters), mild yandere themes, Ranpo gives horrible relationship advices

You thought your facade is good enough, that your acquaintances are none the wiser. And you are correct, at least to a certain degree. But for a fellow former Assassin, it is not that difficult to decipher from the way you carry yourself. Fukuzawa, the president of your current organization, for one.

You had paid an old friend a good sum, who happens to be a government official, to cleanse your dirty past. Nobody would find anything now, not even yourself.

To avoid any suspicions, you created this bubbly innocent girl mask for your coworkers, to gain their trust so even if the Order finds out about you they would have a hard time pursuing you. You never were particularly close to anyone, even when you let Naomi come to your shopping trips from time to time after her endless pleas. “Your western style is just so cute! I want to try it!!” Of course, you cannot say no. Guess Lady Christie was right, if you wear a mask long enough it would fuse in with your true self.

You act just like any other secretary in the ADA, polite, properly-dressed, hardworking and always ready to pick up any agent’s slack on paperwork(mainly Dazai’s). He notices how you would blend well with the background with that quiet nature, your presence barely noticeable, just like what he used to be in his assassin days. You also have a sweet voice and would look up to him with those adorable feline-like eyes while reading meeting reports to him.

No, no Yukichi, she is your employee, not a stray kitten you encountered in a park. You cannot pat her on the head or squeeze her cheeks, it would be inappropriate. He had to scold himself so very often, whenever you smile to greet him at his desk or wish him a good evening when you leave work. Maybe that is why he hired you, a foreigner with little work experience in Japan.

Since you are only a clerk, Fukuzawa assumed you did not possess a special ability, therefore he did not bother to check your background thoroughly. However, there is something that distinguishes you from the norms like Kirako Haruno or Naomi Tanizaki. Your quick reflexes are unusual for a civilian. His suspicions were confirmed thanks to Ranpo.

When Ranpo accidentally pushed one of his donuts off the table, you snatched a napkin, crouched down and caught the pastry with one hand. All done within half a second, without dropping a single sheet of the files on your other hand. Even Ranpo was impressed and gave you a few words of praise. You responded with a sheepish smile, but that smile does not look so harmless to Fukuzawa anymore. That is when Fukuzawa took a particular interest in you, who are you really? Those moves would take years of training to mould into one’s instincts.

You have hidden pockets in that skirt? He could just be paranoid, but that size is enough to fit a mini-gun or a dagger. In fact, you do carry these things around, old habits die hard. Decades of Assassin life had made you insecure without a weapon to hold. But young women often carry self-defence mechanisms right? Surely you would need them since you are just so cute. Is he just overthinking things?

Using his connections, the ADA president got a copy of your records from the Government Database. But they are nothing out of the ordinary, almost too normal. Maybe you are just blessed with natural talents, not some government spy. Because that could mean big problems, as Fukuzawa hates the government to stick their noses into his Agency.

“(Y/n)-san? She is a nice girl. She is always willing to help out everyone with their troubles. Hah, one time she even went to drag Dazai out from a ditch!”

“When the powers are out, (y/n)-chan brought lots and lots of candles for us. I cannot be more grateful.”

“She loves sweets and would often bake me some! (y/n)-chan calls me her test subject for her confectionery arts, not that I mind as long as I get half of her chocolate cookies!”

Only words of praise and gratitude, Fukuzawa cannot seem to find a single bit of negativity related to you? You are so friendly towards everyone, no one ever saw you in a different mood other than cheerfully happy.

The more Fukuzawa learns about you, the more invested he becomes. Even though it started as an investigation, he had grown fond of you rather quickly. Soon enough he finds himself smiling back to your greetings and goodbyes, even sneaking gazes full of fondness when you were not noticing.

Hm, so the agency president had taken a special interest in you huh? That is better than ideal. Now you can sleep soundly at night without ten traps set up in your apartment. People usually protect what they love right? Now you got the powerful Silver Wolf, an elite swordsman as your bodyguard!

These little actions did not get past the observations of Ranpo Edogawa. You are pleasant to have around, and if you marry the president would mean you would never leave the ADA right? He can have those delicious sweets for the rest of his days! His sensei is happy, and he got an endless supply of delicious food, sounds like a win-win to him.

So when Fukuzawa asked him to use his Ultra Deduction on you, little Ranpo did not suspect a thing and gladly obliged.

“(y/n)-chaan is a skilled assassin, with at least ten years of experience...And served in the Order of the Clock Tower as one of their finest knights, but she is currently on exile.” Ranpo and Fukuzawa exchange a glance, mixed with shock and horror. Both stayed silent for a while, digesting the unbelievable truth Ranpo just dug up.

So, his hunch was correct. But how can you, a charming lady who would help the elderly to cross the street, would give up your seat on the train to pregnant women, would help out anyone in need used to be a cold-blooded assassin? (These are all classic kindness gestures in Asia, in case anyone is confused)

Can Fukuzawa imagine you in black tights(eh idk how this came up), ending people’s lives while lurking in the shadows? No, it is physically impossible. He lived that kind of life, how can you turn out to appear so innocent? Unless you hid your evils exceptionally well. This sends a chill down his spine, the thought of someone who can fool the entire Agency of intelligent agents…

You may not harbour any ill-will towards them yet, but you still pose a major potential risk regardless. You can feed the agents poisonous cakes and even Kunikida would eat them without question. Some precautions need to be taken.

“Sensei, you like (y/n)-chan, right? Why not take her in and watch her every move, make sure she is no threat?” Another win-win situation, if you ask Ranpo. You would have all the time in the world to bake! Wouldn't that be amazing?

His smart apprentice never disappoints.

#yandere #yandercore #yandere x you #yandere bsd #yandere fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #yandere fukuzawa x reader

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ganymedesclock · 4 years ago

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do you have any thoughts on mentor archetypes in general? i looked it up and most of the analysis was about how they invariably die...

I have a lot of thoughts on mentor archetypes, particularly considering it is arguably my job to be a mentor (I am an early childhood educator)

I really love mentoring as a character trait, but I can really hate some of the ways that it applies. There are two problems I think that tend to consume mentor characters (and I’ll add a bonus thought to make three), though they aren’t exclusive nor exhaustive:

mentorhood as a get out of jail free card

mentorhood as the only important thing old people can do

mentorhood as an isolated special incident

1. Mentorhood as a get out of jail free card

I get it. The introduction of Yoda as a character was influential to many people’s childhoods mine included. We love our hard knocks montage. But the fact of the matter is, both educationally and morally speaking, there’s like. a lot of reasons you should not be a dick to someone you’re teaching, and why if a character is being a dick to a student, in particular a student who is younger and needier than them, this should be a character flaw.

(A GREAT example of this wielded effectively as a character flaw: look at Shifu in Kung Fu Panda! Half of the first movie is examining that Shifu’s tough love schtick not only created Tai Lung as a villain by his own admission, but hurt Tigress personally, and Po who was already pretty willing to give up on himself, gave up more until Shifu had a realization and got his ass in gear; and it is made clear in the later movies that it’s because he was grappling with a lot of emotional issues)

Basically it shouldn’t be a joke that the mentor is strict, or harsh, or cruel. Especially don’t make jokes about corporal punishment, which we have better and better science pointing to that it is abusive and fails to teach.

And part of this is tricky, because a lot of the mentor tropes we’re fed are abusive or flawed mentors, and if you exclusively load the cannon with that sort of material, that’s what’s gong to come out of you unprompted. It’s important to think carefully about what’s actually being taught and being learned. And there should be, bluntly spoken, a reason why these people like their mentors, and if they don’t, that will hurt their progress. There’s no niche so precious that you just HAVE to put up with them. If a mentor is the legendary best in the land, but a terrible person to put up with, it’s not inconceivable that the protagonist is gonna pack their stuff and go talk to the second best in the land who isn’t such a pill. And if the hero stays, then, it’s become an enduring character trait that they will tolerate maltreatment in the interest of a higher goal and that’s not necessarily a good thing.

2. Mentorhood as the only important thing old people can do

This is simply an elaboration on my previous post which I presume inspired anon’s question, but your setting doesn’t simply have a handful of old masters who were young and skilled some long time ago but are now old and beyond doing anything important- or, if it does, there’s a story there. For example, in one of my personal projects, Bevy, there are very few veterans in a particular organization because the organization is fairly recent and because it had an extremely high mortality rate at first- so the few elders that are there, all know each other, and tend highly skilled and highly respected. They’re the survivors of a bleak time.

And even then, that’s going to be a mixed bag. The elderly grandmother-type who is one of the major characters contrasts against a fashionably middle-aged former knight who keeps the main bastion of the organization safe and running smoothly.

Basically, it’s important to consider that old people are simply just people who’ve been people for a long time. They are still doing everything that younger people get up to. Not every old person is weak or infirm. Not every old person who does have disabilities gained them because of age. Not every old person is entrenched in all their skills and passions because they’ve been doing them for years- people pick up new things all the time, and that’s a by-product of being alive, not of being young.

Old people are allowed to still give a shit about their own life and progress- rather than simply lying back and abdicating to the young on the idea they already have one foot in a grave. This is especially harsh in series where the mean age is low- it might seem funny to joke about how the one 25-year-old in a cast of 10-year-olds is old, but the frank and brutal reality is that if a thirty year old is acting like they’re retirement age something’s brutally wrong here.

Basically, treat elders in your stories like they’re full people. Any society or organization that’s been around will have old people! This is a thing about worldbuilding that I find highly incredulous sometimes- almost no populations will exclusively be 18-30 year olds. Anywhere people have been for a while, there’ll be old people, and anywhere people intend to stay will have at least a few kids.

And “old” is not a personality trait- the old people won’t all be limited to wise elders or lonely twilight wanderers or indulgent grandparents and even if they have those qualities they sure as hell won’t be a vacuum. Maybe the lively, playful shopkeep that the detective gets some important intel from is pushing seventy.

3. Mentorhood as an isolated special incident

Teaching should really not be a matter of training montages. The fact of the matter is, and this ties strongly into the above- in any context, at any time, people will have an uneven level of experience. We are a highly social species. We are wired to take advantage of the fact that we’re usually in groups, and even when not in groups, we can observe or understand what came before us and synthesize personal experience from secondhand experience.

To me, I feel like if there’s a big weakness with the archetypal Mentor, it’s that there’s only one, and all they do is teach. Some people do make teaching a career, and that’s important! But guess what, when I took my job, I’d never learned how to change a diaper before. I was taught, on the job, by my coworkers. I didn’t check into a monastery to practice rigorously on baby dolls before I ever approached an infant.

This is something that comes more easily once you’ve done the work- if you have a cast of characters with diverse ages, backgrounds, and levels of experience, a lot of teaching will just happen organically. Person X will go to do something, realize person Y doesn’t know how, and so person X will show person Y. X doesn’t need to be older, or A Mentor Archetype, or anything in particular.

People learn from each other, constantly, and for a lot of reasons. And learning is often more meaningful when we integrate it into our daily life.

#writing ruminations #readmore #Anonymous

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criminalminds4days · 4 years ago

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Family Matters: Prologue

As promised, here is the prologue for the series.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder reference, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 3.2k

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Prologue: Get It Together!

She was gonna do it. Yes, of course, she was. She had finished college, gotten a doctorate, taken down an armed serial killer, been held hostage and now she worked for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, one of the most exclusive and hard to join teams in the FBI, so of course she could do this! Yet here she was, breathing heavily as she tried to press the button, it was now or never.

Maybe never?

No! She couldn't be afraid anymore, she had to do it. She was twenty-eight years old, she couldn't just... But what if her age was the reason this was pathetic? No! She had to do it, she had to do it. There was no turning back, if her family found out about this she would be humiliated (yet again). She couldn’t just say that at her age she had fallen so low. She had to cover it up, there was no other way. But what if they found out anyway? No, she couldn’t allow such a thing.

Breathe.

"Are you okay?" The voice of her coworker made her jump and almost drop her phone. She locked the screen and turned to look at him. He seemed confused at her reaction, but she simply fixed her hair as if it was any other Monday and what she was doing was perfectly normal.

"I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine." He pointed out. That was Spencer Reid, always kind, always honest. His brown hair was a curly mess and his brown eyes stared at her intently as he fixed his navy tie, he was wearing a white dress shirt and grey dress pants, definitely not the attire she imagined ever seeing from the sweater-loving resident genius at the BAU, however, she resisted the urge to comment, instead focusing on the issue at hand.

"Thank you, what all girl wants to hear." She debated whether it was worth telling him or not. While she and the other Doctor on the team weren’t necessarily good friends, being held hostage together and taking a beating to prevent him from being killed creates a certain bond between people, so she decided to attempt and share her situation. “I was trying to... Ugh, this is so embarrassing." She placed her head in her hands, lamenting every second of her miserable life.

"I don't know, maybe if you tell me it'll be less embarrassing?" He asked.

He was trying to be helpful; she knew he was, and she appreciated that more than anything, but it was hard to share how low she had fallen despite her age and position. She knew if someone would listen and not make fun of her it would be the man sitting at the desk across from hers, but she just couldn’t phantom saying it out loud. Then again, he was a genius, and he was not known for his successful love life, so maybe, just maybe he would understand the situation better?

"I accidentally told my annoying cousin that I was dating someone and now I have to bring my boyfriend to her stupid wedding."

"So? How is that embarrassing?"

"I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Why did you say you did? How do you accidentally tell someone you have a boyfriend when you don't?" She knew he wasn't making fun of her, that he was genuinely perplexed, but that knowledge didn't help subside her irritation.

"I only said it because she kept ranting about how I was gonna die alone and she was better than me..." She looked at him, his brow raised. "Okay, maybe she didn't say it exactly like that, but the intention was clear!" She cleared hair out of her face and continued, "Anyway, because I clearly do not have a significant other, I thought that if I hired someone to be my boyfriend during the wedding, it might be less painful?"

"You decided that the best way to solve your problem, of lying to your annoying cousin about your love life was hiring a fake boyfriend?" She looked at him, and a small smile played on his lips. "How does that make sense?"

"It doesn't! But I'm out of options here and I don't know what to do!" Her leg started bouncing as she bit her lip. "The wedding is this weekend, and I will die before I admit I lied to bitchy Anna!"

"That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

"Spencer Reid, you have no idea how far I'll go to shut bitchy Anna up!"

"Who's bitchy Anna?" Another voice said as Emily Prentiss, a tall woman with clear skin and dark short hair made her way to them. She was wearing a white dress shirt with a matching black blazer and dress pants, her small heels making a click-clack noise as she walked. If only she could have the confidence and stamina of Emily Prentiss, she would not be in this mess. Though she couldn’t daydream of being the woman in front of them too much after hearing Spencer’s words.

"Her cousin to whom she lied about dating someone. Consequently forcing her to now look for a fake boyfriend for hire." Spencer spoke as if nothing was weird about the whole situation.

"Why don't you just take Reid? It's not like he has plans, right?" She suggested as an amused smile played on her lips.

She didn't even have time to be mad at the man for spilling out her most embarrassing secret like it was nothing, because Emily's words made her perk up. She turned to him and he quickly shook his head.

"No, there is no way. I hate weddings, and parties in general."

"You owe me!" She argued.

"What? I don't owe you anything!" He defended himself.

"Of course you do, you told Emily something I confided in you!"

"You didn't tell me I wasn't allowed to say anything!"

"Spencer, please, I will do anything you want in order to make bitchy Anna eat her words." She placed her most convincing puppy face and looked at him. This face never failed, on anybody. She had mastered the art at age five and from then on the only thing it couldn’t get her was a normal family. Actually, scratch that, it never really worked after she became ten and Anna had also mastered it, but she was hoping this would be an exception.

"No."

Well, she had already embarrassed herself enough, so what was more begging in the great scheme of things?

"Come on, it's not like I'm asking you to marry me! I'm just asking you to pretend to be in love with me for one day."

"Be careful, that's how a lot of love stories begin," Prentiss said teasingly as she winked at the pair.

"Come on, I will give you money, I will drive you to work for a month. Whatever you want, it's yours." She said, "and Prentiss, this is the real world, not some cheesy love story. Spencer and I are much too mature for those silly things."

"No, I'm mature enough to know better. You just offered anything I want on a silver platter so I can pretend to be your boyfriend at your cousin's wedding. Let that sink in for a minute." He said as his smile grew wider, an idea clearly appearing in his mind. "Let me see, how about, a whole year of rides to work and coffee, for 24 hours of being the fake love of my life."

"Deal." She stretched her hand to shake on it and he looked at her, slightly offended. "Sorry, I forgot. I will make sure to wash my hands more times than necessary and wear gloves all week because you do have to hold my hand during the wedding, couples do that."

"Real couples do that, and it's not very hygienic."

"Well, for Saturday we will be a fake real couple, so let that sink in for a minute." She said as she triumphantly left the scene. She was making her way to the elevator, until she remembered she couldn’t really leave as she had arrived only thirty minutes ago, and her shift was not over until five. She fixed her hair and walked back to her desk as if she hadn’t just embarrassed herself in front of two of her coworkers and continued her paperwork. She heard a laugh from Emily’s desk and didn’t even bother to look up. She had figured out her plan and now she just hoped it would not explode in her face, so a few laughs from her coworker were worth the trouble.

Truth be told, there was a much bigger reason she needed to have someone at the wedding, but Spencer and Emily didn't need to know that. They didn’t need to know why she was willing to feed Spencer Reid’s addiction to coffee and his hate for driving for a whole year rather than tell her cousin she was still single.

Before she knew it, the weekend had arrived and she was in her car, a two-door gray Scion she had very proudly named Matthew when she bought him last June, and she made her way to Spencer's complex. She waited for him in her car after letting him know she was outside. She took the time to look at her now straight hair and her barely visible make-up. She knew blue was Anna’s favorite color, as it was also hers, so she made sure to wear a turquoise dress for her wedding, this was going to be a productive night, for sure.

"Hello, darling." He said as he buckled his seat belt. He was wearing a black suit with a tie that matched her dress, provided by her. His hair was lazily pushed back, giving his fluffy curls volume. She wondered what it would be like to touch it? Spencer would never allow it; he loved his hair way too much.

"We are gonna have the time of our lives, babe." She winked at him and began driving to the venue.

Of course, Anna would use the same venue she had been wishing for her wedding because it wouldn't be Anna if she couldn't have absolutely everything she ever wanted and more. The woman didn't know how long ago this passive-aggressive feud between the two had begun but she'd be damned if she let her cousin beat her at it. She pulled Spencer by the arm gently as she made her way to their table, which was front and center, granting her cousin the ability to see who she had brought along.

"If it isn't my favorite cousin!" She exclaimed. The girl fought the urge to roll her eyes. "And who might this be?"

"Anna, this is my boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid. Babe, this is my cousin, Anna."

"Anna, newly Hemingway." She emphasized her last name. As she reached to stretch his hand, but he simply waved. "Pleasure." She said as she retracted her hand and looked him up and down. It was only natural for her to do such a thing. "So cousin, have you heard that the family retreat has a date?" She exclaimed with excitement. "It's in about two weeks. You two obviously coming, right?"

"We actually have a retreat, with our team from the Behavioral Analysis Unit." She said, already looking for a way out, Spencer nodded in agreement.

“What a shame,” Her cousin said with faked empathy. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with what happened two years ago, does it?”

She was out of words, of course she would bring it up. Because of that incident she had convinced her mother to not force her to go last year and it was definitely the reason she was not going this year either, but the fact that Anna knew that got to her. She was ready to go home and cry of embarrassment once again. She had done it. Anna had won with one single question.

“Actually, I didn’t want to say anything hon, because it was a surprise,” Spencer spoke for the first time. “Aaron Hotchner, our boss, said that if I could memorize the whole itinerary, which I obviously can thanks to my eidetic memory and IQ of 187, that I could simply share the notes with you and we can take the weekend off since we are his favorites anyway. I was planning on a much more romantic evening than some family retreat but if your cousin is so determined to have us go, we shall be there.” He smiled at the bride, his amusement not so subtle at her reaction.

“You found a keeper,” Anna said, moving some blonde strands of hair from her face. “Anyway, I have to say hello to some guests, but I will see you two lovebirds later.” Her white dress got caught under her heel making her cousin almost fall, but this last one continued as if nothing happened.

"Thank you." She said as she squeezed his hand gently, realizing they were still linked. A whole thirty minutes, that had to be a record for him.

"Don’t thank me, now I understand why you call her bitchy Anna.” They both chuckled at the comment.

“I will call the day of the retreat and say you came down with the flu or something.” She assured him.

“No, I am definitely coming.”

"What? Why would you want to do that?"

"Because," He began, "in the time I've known you I've never seen you let anyone walk over you, or make you feel less. Remember when we met?" She chuckled at the thought. "I didn't appreciate the public embarrassment, but I gained a lot of respect for you. It was hard watching you let her talk to you like that and make you feel less. You are not less." He assured her as he looked at her, sympathy in his eyes. "You are an amazing agent and friend. I bet you're a great daughter and a reliable family member. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for. If it wasn't for you, we would have never survived that day, I will never forget that. So, I will go with you, and I will be the best boyfriend your family has ever seen, and bitchy Anna can suck it."

She laughed at his comment and he joined. Boy, was she glad Spencer was here with her. Even if they had never been the closest of friends, she valued his opinion, and she was glad it was such a positive one. She wished this was the beginning of an actual friendship between the two.

"Honey!" Her mother's voice interrupted her thoughts, as she approached them

"Oh no." She mumbled, confusing Spencer. "Babe, get ready. You're about to meet my mom." She apologized with her eyes and turned to the bubbly woman that approached them. "Hello, mother." She said as the dark-haired woman with tan skin and stiletto heels that should be illegal reached her, giving her a tight hug. Her red dress matched the infernal shoes and a necklace of pearls adorned her neck.

"Who might this handsome fella be?"

"Mom, this is Spencer Reid, my boyfriend. Spencer, this is my mother." Before he could say anything she was already squishing his cheeks followed by the woman planting a kiss on each side of his face. "You are handsome, I bet my grandchildren will be gorgeous!"

"Mom!" She exclaimed embarrassed.

"What? Don't tell me you're not planning on marrying this hunk? He's a keeper, I can tell."

"You also said that about Tyler." She regretted the comment instantly, the reason being that she didn't need anybody else to know of that embarrassing story.

"Yeah well, aren't you glad you aren't with him anymore?" She said as if public humiliation was something to appreciate. "So how long have you two been seeing each other?"

"Two years."

"A year." She responded as she heard Spencer answer at the same time. "He means that he's liked me for two years, but we only went on our first date a year ago, a year after my breakup with Tyler."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Oh, well. I always thought you would be Mrs. Tyler Hemingway, but Mrs. Spencer Reid sounds so much better!"

"It's doctor." They both corrected.

"Even better!" After that, she walked off without saying another word.

"That's your fake mother-in-law dude... She's something else." She sighed with relief at her mother's easily distracted personality.

"Did she say, Hemingway? As in-"

"Yes, as in my cousin's new husband." She cut him off. "The same one that two years ago told me in front of most of my family that he was in love with my cousin and left me heartbroken and humiliated. That same Tyler Hemingway."

"I'm sorry."

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" She heard his voice call her and she immediately tensed, Spencer noticed this and moved towards her.

"I am also sorry for what I am about to do, but it will make sense soon." He said as he let go of her hand and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her for a kiss as her ex-boyfriend now turned cousin-in-law watched, perplexed.

When someone describes a fake kiss, it is usually romantic. First comes the surprise, and then immediate compliance, but she was so confused Spencer had to basically squish her cheeks to make her close her eyes and for her to realize what he was doing. She followed suit and kissed him back, still unable to form a coherent thought. It was not like Spencer Reid was a bad kisser, if she had to rate it, it would have been the best kisser she had ever encountered, but the situation that had created such a kiss did not provide for her enjoyment. Not that she wanted to enjoy it, this was her coworker turned accomplice and hopefully actual friend, not someone she was necessarily attracted to, even though she could admit that he was a handsome man. That was not something weird, even Jennifer Jareau, JJ, their friend, and coworker had said it once or twice. You can admit someone is handsome or beautiful without being attracted, everybody knew that.

The cough coming from Tyler Hemingway made Spencer let go of her, as soon as he did he winked at her and moved a strand of hair behind her ear, subtly stabilizing her and covering her shocked face until it dissipated.

“I thought you weren’t one for PDA,” The groom asked. His black tuxedo and white dress shirt made him look handsome, his black hair was pulled back and his blue eyes observed them intently.

“PDA?”

“Public Demonstration of Affection.” She clarified. “Tyler, have you seen this man next to me? How could I not want to kiss him every minute of the day.”

“And this woman has me craving for her touch.”

“Lovely.” The man responded with anything but love for them. “I just wanted to say hi and apologize, I hope you did not mind the venue Anna chose.”

“Me? Why would I mind?” She laughed. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

She felt Spencer’s arms wrap around her waist from behind, even though she hadn't noticed he moved. His head rested on her shoulder, leaving small kisses on her cheeks. Who was this man and what did he do with Spencer Reid?

“I hope you do not take this the wrong way, but when she and I get married it would have to be a much larger venue, with a different layout. I mean, this venue is cute, but this beautiful woman could outshine it just in pajamas.” He smiled at the man and turned his attention to her. “I keep telling you love: stop thinking small, you are a queen among peasants and deserve nothing but the best. Anyone who can’t see the level of woman you are is simply an idiot.”

This was the moment she was ready to marry Spencer Reid and never let him go, just for the satisfaction of seeing Tyler’s face at his comment. She would forever be grateful to Emily Prentiss for suggesting she ask him.

#spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

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hypnomicimagines · 5 years ago

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hello! for the number ask thingy can i request 28 + doppo and maybe like a pining coworker on a business trip together ? 😳

Kannonzaka Doppo:

Doppo hated work trips.

The only saving grace to this business trip he was being forced on was the fact you, a relatively new hire who he got along with surprisingly well, would be attending alongside him. There were a few other annoying co-workers that were tagging along but Doppo didn’t really care about them, he was all too focused on not making himself not look like a fool in front of you. Upon hearing that Doppo would be attending said trip with you Hifumi had started to give him tips on how to impress you, assuring that his roommate took only his best-looking suits and wishing him good luck as he saw him off at the door. Doppo wondered when Hifumi became his mother but he didn’t have longer to think about it as you came into view, waving at him as you both stepped onto the train that’d take you to your destination together.

The conversation is pleasant and light-hearted, you were the type that had no problem talking even when he faltered, and he appreciated that you put in the effort to try with him. He doesn’t know if anything would come from it, what you would possibly see in someone like him, but talking to you during his lunch break was such a welcome occurrence he found that he didn’t care. He was just happy knowing someone shared his feelings of frustration over how the boss treated him and that they were willing to listen to his near endless list of complaints. He, of course, listened to anything and everything you wanted to tell him, taking some interest in your life though you seemed to be a workaholic just like he was (against your will, just like him).

“Wow, they actually paid for us to stay somewhere nice this time,” You looked up at the tall hotel in front of you with an amused smile, looking to Doppo for confirmation that it was, indeed, far nicer than any place your work had chosen to put you up before, “This could be a nice chance to relax. There’s a place we passed on the way here that we should go to dinner later… Oh, only if you want to! Sorry, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself.”

All Doppo generally did between the many meetings he was about to suffer through was sleep but he was more than willing to give that up if it meant having dinner with you. In fact, his heart is already fluttering in his chest at the fact you even wanted to spend time with him outside of work hours. He tries to keep his cool but he finds himself wanting to excitedly text Hifumi about the development, stopping short as he realized he sounded like a lovesick fool and he had to keep it together. It didn’t mean that much, just two friends having dinner together, so he shouldn’t get ahead of himself. He should be worried about not appearing completely boring to you so you’d actually want to continue spending time with him.

The first bump in the road hits when you go to check into your rooms.

Or more like room.

“You’re telling me this is the only room they had left?!”

“We’re sorry, sir, we’re quite busy around these parts so we’re almost always booked.” The hotel worker didn’t seem very apologetic, more tired than anything, something Doppo could identify with. “If there’s an issue I would suggest speaking with your boss.”

Doppo would rather die than interact with that man more than he had to.

“We’re okay!” You offered up, grabbing onto Doppo’s arm, “We’re fine with sharing the room. Thank you for your help.”

The walk to the room felt too uncomfortably silent for Doppo to emotionally deal with, wondering what your true thoughts might be about being stuck with him all weekend. He’s so busy thinking about you and your potential discomfort that he doesn’t immediately notice the next issue that’s presented, which is the fact the room had only one bed. He can feel a meltdown coming on as you tried desperately to keep your face neutral at the situation, turning to Doppo and giving him a strained smile as you set your things down.

“I’m sorry you had to be stuck in a room with someone like me. I’m sure there’s someone else you’d prefer being stuck with...”

“To be fair, I trust you way more than any of those other jerks we work with.” You patted his shoulder as you sat on the bed, eyes lighting up at how soft and comfortable it was, “We can just make the best of the situation, yeah? We can start with dinner tonight~ I’ll look up the menu to make sure there’s stuff we both eat there.”

Doppo looked at you like you’d just told him he’d won the lottery, mouth falling open and proper words failing to come to him. Could a man actually get this lucky? There was no way he hadn’t slammed his head into a railing or something on the train and he was simply dreaming up this entire scenario as a very worried you fanned his face, desperately trying to get him to wake up so the other passengers wouldn’t step on him. He stayed in that spot in the doorway for another minute or so before he heard the sound of fellow coworkers coming down the hallway, shutting the door before they get a good view of you lounging on the bed scrolling through your phone.

“Here, here! Do you like this? Or maybe this! I know your roommate makes this for you a lot since you always have it for lunch the next day too…”

This was actually happening, wasn’t it? Did he have a right to feel this happy? To imagine what it might be like to do this with you but in the comfort of his own home rather than a hotel room…

He doesn’t know, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, not when it meant spending more time with you.

#Doppo Kannonzaka #Kannonzaka Doppo #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnomic #Hypmic #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnomic Imagines #Hypmic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypnomic x Reader #Hypmic x Reader #doppo kannonzaka x reader #kannonzaka doppo x reader #scenario #fluff prompt

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nutmegalomania · 4 years ago

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amuse me

a bakugou x reader ff

description: working at an amusement park might seem like fun and games, but when you're stuck with your coworker bakugou katsuki, things may or may not be amusing—to say the least. with the way the two of you sling insults back and forth, your fellow coworkers had nicknamed the two of you 'love birds', a nickname bakugou was quick to shut down every time it's brought up. on the other hand, maybe you wished the title were true, but you'd never tell him that. or maybe you would.

ingredients: bakugou katsuki/reader, bakugou katsuki, tsundere bakugou, swearing, amusement park, co-workers, roller coaster, ferris wheels, make out on ferris wheel, one shot

flavor: sweet 🍬

calories: 8,562

🥐

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck, and even with all the fans blowing cool air around you, the heat didn’t dissipate as you sat at the control panel for the rollercoaster, people shuffling in line as they waited, whether from the intense heat or from nerves, you didn’t know. To distract yourself from the sweltering heat, you picked at the dirt beneath your manicured fingers and waited for the cars to return back to the station so the riders could exit and new victims—you meant, amusement park goers—could settle into their seats and experience the ride you operated. The shifting of those waiting in line rang in your ears and mixed with the heat to give you a headache.

The rails clinked as the cars returned, the riders sitting in silence with their messy hair from the wind, eyes wide as they processed what happened. You pressed the button to unlatch everyone’s bar that secured them in place, and little by little, the people pushed it out of their way and exited the cars, excitedly talking to their friends about how every twist and turn caught them off guard and how they’d be willing to ride it again. You didn’t miss the few glances sent back at you as a group of teenage boys whispered to each other about you, the comments about how pretty you were inflating your ego, and you offered them a little wave and smile, topped off by a wink that sent them blushing and scurrying away.

You chuckled to yourself and leaned back in your seat, relishing in the cool air that blew against your warm face. A burning sensation on your face that wasn’t from the heat grabbed your attention, and you dragged your eyes up to look at your coworker, Bakugou Katsuki, who glared at you, arms crossed and forearm muscles flexing as his eyes told you to hurry up. With a roll of your eyes, you grabbed the microphone on the control panel, and after hitting the button below it, urged the people waiting to file into their cars and ready themselves for departure. You pressed the button to lower the seat bars and watched as Bakugou went around to each person to check their seats to make sure they were secured.

Air blew through your nose as you suppressed a laugh from escaping your mouth as you watched a girl twirl her hair around between her fingers, eye-fucking Bakugou as he leaned forward to push the bar down, and you didn’t miss the way she placed her hand on the bar before he retracted his. He offered her a nod with a deadpan face, and you covered your mouth as the girl sat there with wide eyes. Another girl called out that she thought her seat was loose, and Bakugou sighed before he walked over to her to check her seat, which you knew was fastened well. Another day, another attempt at the girls to flirt with Bakugou, though he met each attempt with the same bored expression. Once he pulled away from the cars and stood off to the side, you grabbed your handy-dandy microphone again and tapped it a few times to test it.

“Are you all ready to depart from the station?” you asked with your best announcer voice, and a few mumbles met your ears. You shook your head. “I couldn’t hear you! I said, are you ready to depart?” This time, a loud chorus of voices cheering “yes” answered you, and you smiled while Bakugou gave you an irritated look. You ignored him and focused on the buttons in front of you, a small smile spreading on your face as you eyed the red button in the center, aka your favorite button to press. “Okay! You’ll be departing in… Three… Two…” Before you reached one, your hand dipped down to slam into the red button, and the roller coaster shot off from the station, confused screams echoing as the people shot forward without warning.

You turned your attention towards the people waiting in line, and you offered a sickly sweet smile and wave of your hands as they gave you frightened looks. Bakugou made his way over to you, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hide his laughter. He stood beside your little hut and leaned his forearms against the window.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” he said, and you let out a scoff.

“Says you. I saw you trying to hold back your laughter. This is like the fiftieth time I’ve done this, so you shouldn’t be surprised anymore. Plus, it’s the only thing keeping me from running away and dunking my head into a bucket full of ice.” You shuddered as another bead of sweat rolled down your spine, and an idea came to your mind. You turned your head to the side and gave Bakugou your sweetest smile and tilted your head. “Would you be a dear and buy me a cool drink? I might just pass out at this rate,” you said.

“No.”

Damn, you didn’t expect him to shoot you down right away.

“Why not?” you whined, really wanting a cool drink to help with the headache and heat stroke.

“Because you’re gross. Don’t try to treat me like those pubescent boys you love flirting with. Makes you look ugly.”

“But I have a headache,” you said, and he rolled his eyes.

“Not my problem,” he said, and he pushed himself off from the window. Before he could leave, though, you grabbed his arm to keep him there, and he looked at you with annoyance.

“Now look here, Ba-chan,” you said, loving the way his jaw twitched at the nickname he so hated from you. “I’m not the one who came to work late now, am I? I’ve been here two hours longer than you have, meaning I’ve had to work in this sweltering heat two hours more than you. I had to walk back and forth those two hours because you weren’t here to do your job, so the least you can do is get me a drink as a thank you for my hard work.” You leaned in closer to his face, and he flinched slightly at your proximity to his face. “You have about 10 minutes left before the next batch of people are up."

“First off, don’t call me ‘Ba-chan’, ugly,” he said, prying your iron grip from his arm. “And second off, stop bringing that up, you whore. The boss already chewed me out for being late, even though I told him I had to take an important exam, so I don’t need your annoying voice adding to my irritation. Get your own drink if you have time.”

You retracted your hand and crossed your arms over your chest. “But I’m sitting down, and you’re standing up. It only makes sense that you go. I can even give you money, so just grab a drink. You already wasted like half of the time by doing nothing, shrimp dick. Now get going or I’ll kick you.”

“What did you call me, bitch?” He glared at you, and if you didn’t have millions of pictures of blackmail of him, you would have cowered in your seat from fear. Instead, he just looked like an angry pomeranian.

“Nothing, asswipe. Now go or I’ll tell Boss you tried to ditch work to fool around with a girl.”

“You manipulative slut.” He let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his puffy hair. “I’m five seconds away from killing you right here and now.”

You bit your lip and gave him a wink. “That’s sexy.”

His lip curled in disgust. “Die. Just die, you disgusting excuse for a human being. I’ll get you your damn drink if it means you’ll never spew shit like that ever again.”

You tapped your chin and hummed in thought for a few seconds, hiding your smile as you watched Bakugou shift in place as he waited for you to say something. “Deal,” you said after a few seconds, and you shoved money into his hand before waving goodbye to him.

He didn’t miss the chance to curse you out as he stomped away from the ride towards the nearest drink stand, and those in the line watched him in silence as he disappeared. With him gone, you leaned forward and rested your elbows on the panel in front of you, your forehead positioning itself against your hands as you rubbed your temples in an attempt to alleviate your headache. It didn’t take long before Bakugou returned with both his hands full and a bucket clutched between his arm and torso. He stood behind you and shoved a cup of shaved ice into your hand while he placed the other cup he held into the bucket, which you found out housed ice water.

You reached a hand up to ruffle his hair, shocked by how soft the strands felt against your fingertips. “Good boy,” you said.

“Yeah, whatever. Now don’t complain about your headache anymore. It’s annoying,” he said after he swatted your hand away from his head.

You smiled at him and spooned a chunk of shaved ice into your mouth, your eyes turning into crescents as you lost yourself in the refreshing feel of coldness that rushed over your body and mixed with the sweet flavorings. You hummed in content with a wide smile on your face, and Bakugou crossed his arms as he watched you eat.

“There’s a drink by your feet in the bucket if you get thirsty.” He pointed towards the bucket he placed near your feet, and you followed with your eyes.

“Thank you!” you said, and he rolled his eyes. You grabbed a spoonful of shaved ice and held it out for him. “Say ‘ah’!”

Bakugou gave you an incredulous look and pushed the spoon out of his face. “I don’t like that flavor.”

You huffed and plopped the spoon into your mouth. “You should have got one you liked so we could share it!” you mumbled around the spoon, your eyes trailing after a sweat bead that trickled down the side of his face and his neck before it disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt.

“Just do your job,” he told you as he turned around and walked back towards the railway as the sound of screams and wheels screeching came closer. Though he acted like that, you didn’t miss the redness of his ears as his back became smaller.

“Fine, be that way, fucknugget. I’m never offering you any food ever again, bitch!” you called out to him, and he responded by flicking his middle finger at you.

The cars returned, and you released the restraints and watched the riders stumble out of their seats towards the exit. You and Bakugou’s eyes met, and you stuck your tongue out at him, his hand tightening around his bicep as he suppressed the urge to strangle you. As the next group of people settled into their seats and Bakgo adjusted their seats, you pushed the button that shot them forward after they answered your question, not even bothering to count down. This time, Bakugou didn’t hold back his laughter, and you felt your chest warm as the sound spread through the air and reached your ears, bringing a small smile to your face as you watched his chest bounce from the laughter. Maybe you could handle being stuck here a little bit longer.

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The moment one of your coworkers offered to take you and Bakugou’s roles at the roller coaster, you jumped on the chance to leave and get some well deserved rest. You and Bakugou walked side by side while you sipped on the Cola he bought for you a couple hours ago, no destination in mind. All you wanted to do was eat some good ass good and sprawl out on a comfortable chair instead of a rickety wooden stool that wobbled at the slightest movement. Your face lightened up when you spotted a group of your coworkers sitting around a group of tables, munching on burgers, pizza, and chilli dogs, and you rushed over to them to steal an empty seat.

“Heyya, there,” one coworker said.

“Hi, Yurina. Junta, Mina, Daisuke, Haru.” You saluted them as you pulled out the chair and plopped down into it, spreading your legs out and slouching as Yurina slid you a slice of pizza. Bakugou took a seat across from you and fixed you with a disappointed look. You took a bite of pizza before you sipped on the Cola, the liquid disappearing and leaving behind a sucking sound that irked Bakugou.

“Shut up. You’re pissing me off,” he growled, and the other coworkers stopped their conversation to look between the two of you. Junta pulled out a bag of popcorn and munched on it while watching with wide eyes and slapped Mina’s hand away when she tried to steal some.

“What? I’m just finishing my drink off. Don’t get your panties in a twist, sweetums,” you fired back, and he clenched his jaw.

“If you’re done, then you don’t need to keep sipping from it, fuckface.”

“I gotta make sure I get every last drop, okay? Just chill out. Eat a Snickers. You’re not you when you’re hungry,” you said, and your coworkers chuckled before they shut up when Bakugou turned his irritation towards them.

“Shut. Up.”

You leaned your head against the back of the chair. “Getting really creative there, aren’t ya, Ba-chan?”

“I’ll kill you, fuckslut.”

“I’d like to see you try, shrimp dick,” you shot back.

“Stop calling me that.”

You just shrugged your shoulders and shook the cup in your hand. The ice rattled around inside it, and a drop of condensation dripped down onto the ground as you sat there in silence. “But it’s the truth.”

Your coworkers froze as they waited for Bakugou’s reaction, and it didn’t take long for it to happen. The moment those words left you, he stood from his seat, the chair screeching against the ground, and stalked towards you. You crossed your legs to keep a distance between the two of you as he stood in front of you with neck veins popping. Your leg between the two of you didn’t stop him as he leaned forward, hands bracing against the arms of the chair as he brought his face close to yours. Your body tensed as you stared right into his eyes that burned with irritation.

“Do you wanna bet?” he said, and you gulped, cursing yourself for getting intimidated by him.

You tried to play your hesitation off by scoffing, and he cocked an eyebrow at your response. “What are you gonna do? Whip it out right now? I don’t think that would be a good idea. You don’t want to ruin everyone’s appetite now, do you?”

“I really want to strangle you right now,” Bakugou breathed out, and you smirked at him.

“Do it then. I’ll enjoy it.”

Your response left him speechless, and before he could do anything, a coworker interrupted.

“Okay, that’s enough, lovebirds. We get it. The two of you are madly in love,” Yurina said, and Bakugou stared at her with a wide open mouth and disbelief in his eyes.

“Huh?! What makes you think I like this ugly bitch?” Bakugou questioned as he pointed a finger at you.

You held your hands up in mock surrender, eyebrows raised as you leaned back in your chair even more. “Hey, I know I’m irresistible, Ba-chan, but to deny your undying love for me that hard? Sounds fishy to me.”

He whirled around to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “You hate me just as much as I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, asseater. Whatever you say.” You waved a hand in front of your face in dismissal of his words, and he readied himself to stomp forward and wrap his hands around your throat to shake you by your neck.

Daisuke held up a hand to stop him. “Hey now. Don’t go attacking her. She’s like our mascot, so don’t mess up her cute face.”

Mina sighed. “I’m right here. I thought we agreed that I was the mascot of this amusement park.”

“You’ve got nothing on Y/N,” Haru said as he ruffled Mina’s hair and chuckled when she whined and slapped him.

“Yeah, if you’re gonna do something to her, Baku boy, do it where people won’t see it. I’d say your best bet is to kick her ass or give her a purple nurple. That would be funny!” Junta said, and Yurina stole the popcorn bucket from his hands and threw it away, much to the boy’s dismay.

“You should know better than to purple nurple a girl, stupid,” Yurina told him.

“I thought the name calling was Y/N and Bakugou’s thing…” he trailed off, and Yurina pinched him.

Before anyone could say anything else, Bakugou let out a loud sigh. “I’m off. See you losers later,” he said as he walked towards the park entrance, his hand raised beside him in farewell.

“Huh? But I thought we were having a nice conversation...” Haru said, but Bakugou didn’t respond.

“Boss is gonna get mad at you, Baku boy!” Junta called, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. “You came two hours late and got off before everyone else. Get ready for another lecture tomorrow!”

“Fuck off! I’m leaving cuz there’s nothing else for me to do, and all of you guys are pissing me off.” He flicked you all off before he disappeared out the entrance, and you took one last sip from your cup, wincing at the watered down taste of Cola hitting your tastebuds.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave! See you all later!” you said as you jumped out of your seat and dropped your cup full of melted ice mixed with droplets of Cola you didn’t quite get out.

“Aw, come one! You’re gonna be a wet blanket just like Bakugou?” Junta asked, and you shook your head.

“I’d love to laugh with you over funny park goers, but I’ve had a headache for the past 4 hours, and it hasn’t gotten better. I’m going to take some medicine and catch some Zs so that I can return tomorrow in tip-top shape! Love ya!” You blew all of them a kiss before you skipped off after Bakugou to reach your car.

You saw your target fishing his keys out of his pockets, and you snuck forward before you jumped out and poked him in the side. He cursed and clutched his side as he whirled around at you.

“What the fuck, bitch. Don’t do that shit,” he cursed at you, and you giggled.

“Yeah yeah, I won’t do it again. Just wanted to say see you tomorrow, shrimp dick,” you told him, and he rolled his eyes.

“I hope you get your day off soon so you can leave me the hell alone,” he said before he slipped into his car and drove off without another word, leaving you waving at his retreating car. He rolled his window down and stuck his middle finger out at you, and you chuckled before going to your own car and sighing as you turned it on.

Oh, how you hoped you would get your day off soon, too.

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Your next day off came too late, in your opinion. A full week of sitting on a hard, wooden bench made your ass ache, and the constant summer heat didn’t help any, especially when it combined with Bakugou’s constant annoyed glares whenever you stopped moving to collect your bearings. Now, you could relax the whole day without worry of pubescent boys trying to flirt with you as the heat threatened to kill you. The only problem was you had no idea where to go.

As the amusement park was your job and required a large amount of your time, it was the only place you could think of going besides maybe the mall or a cafe, which you had already stopped by on your way home from work the few days before to grab some cute outfits. You made sure to check the weather forecast this morning, and a smile stretched across your face when it showed that today would be a lot cooler than the past week had been. You decided to wear one of the new outfits you bought since the weather would permit it.

After you pulled on your jean shorts that showed off the curve of your body and stared at your ass in your body length mirror longer than you would care to admit, you pulled on a tank top and wrapped a flannel around your waist before finishing the outfit off with combat boots. You got into your car and drove off towards the amusement park to let yourself loose. Families and couples filed into the park, and you settled into the line to get your ticket before you walked around the park to find something to do.

You decided to play at the arcade for an hour, too afraid to go on a ride by yourself. A few boys tried to chat you up, but one glare from you sent them turning away with their tails between their legs. When you died in your zombie game, you cursed and exited the arcade to find your next time waster. Outside a restaurant, you spotted two familiar people, one of them furiously twisting their head around to get a look at their ass.

You walked up to them, and Yurina greeted you while Mina busied herself with pulling her shorts around to check them. A red splotch on them told you all you needed to know, and when Mina spotted it, her eyes widened.

“No, no, no , no! This can’t be happening. Oh my God!” Mina freaked out as Yurina checked her backside to be safe.

“Shit, you did bleed through. You don’t have any spare shorts, do you?” she asked the panicking girl, who shook her head and crouched onto the floor while she clutched her head.

“This is so embarrassing! What-what if one of the guys saw? Do you think they’d make fun of me?”

You crossed your arms. “If they do, I’ll beat their asses for you.” A hand reached down to the knot that kept your flannel secured around your waist, and you untied the shirt to hand it to Mina. “Wrap this around your waist. It’s thick enough, so it should cover it up. Plus, it’s red and black, so nothing should show up.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N! I’ll make sure to clean it before I give it back to you tomorrow!” Mina said as she grabbed the shirt from you and wrapped it around her waist, bowing to you in thanks once she fastened it.

“Just don’t overwork yourself. I’ll be getting going now. There’s many more rides for me to go on!” You waved goodbye to the two of them and set off to your next destination: a food stand because hunger gnawed at your stomach.

Though several restaurants stood around you and beckoned for you to come inside, all you wanted was a corndog from your favorite stand. The line wasn’t long, luckily for you, and you walked up to the window to give Haru a smile as he readied himself for your order.

“I’m guessing you just want what you always get,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yup! You know me so well.”

He shook his head as he busied himself with getting your food for you. “You should really get something else than just this all the time. It isn’t healthy, and it doesn’t taste that good.”

“Should you really be saying that about the food you’re making?” When he shrugged, you sighed. “You’re right, but I honestly don’t care anymore,” you said as you placed your money in front of him and leaned against the frame of the stand. “I came here just for you.” You winked at him, and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Just take your corndog and get out of here. You’re holding the line up.”

You took the corndog from him and stuck your tongue out at him before you left the line and worked on eating the hot dog on a stick. As Haru said, it wasn’t very good, but anything was good enough for your hungry stomach. You just wanted to see Haru in his cute little hat to recharge your battery, hence why it was your favorite stand.

The taste of wood hit your tongue, and you pulled the stick out of your mouth, the corndog gone. You flicked the stick into the trash can and hummed as you shoved your hands into your pockets while you walked around aimlessly. A familiar mop of fluffy blond hair caught your eye, and you hurried forward to catch the person as they stood in front of a drink stand. They looked off to the side, and you gasped.

“Ba-chan!” you said in surprise as you locked eyes with Bakugou, a finger pointing at him, and he scowled as he paid for his drink and left the line.

“Stop calling me that, asshat.” He took a sip of his drink and stepped towards you to drop your hand that pointed at him.

You hmphed and crossed your arms. “Then what should I call you, huh?” A name crossed your mind, and you held back a chuckle. “How about ‘Tsukki’? Y’know, cuz Katsuki! Am I genius, or am I genius?”

“What the fuck…? No. No way in hell are you calling me that. Not even my parents call me that.” He glared at you as you giggled to yourself over your nickname for him.

“It’s either Ba-chan or Tsukki, sweetums. Take your pick.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Fine. Just call me Tsukki.”

You squealed in excitement and fished out your phone, going to contacts—you forced him to give you his number in case of emergencies—and changing his name to ‘Tsukki 🤬💢🖕🏻💣💥'. “Ooh, what’s my name in your phone?”

“Annoying, useless shitfuck,” he said, and you stared at him. “What? It fits you.”

“Well then, if I’m so annoying, then I guess I’ll just stick to you the rest of your time at the amusement park.”

“No. Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because I want to annoy you. Also, you’re alone, and I’m alone. It’s depressing going on rides without someone else. You’re my scapegoat so that people don’t judge me,” you told him, and he crumpled the empty cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash. Without a word, he walked in the other direction, leaving you behind to scramble up to him. “You didn’t answer whether you’d mind or not.”

He kept his eyes focused ahead of you and didn’t spare you a glance. “Just do whatever the hell you want.”

A bright smile lit up your face, and you grabbed onto his arm, much to his surprise, and dragged him to a ride. Though it wasn’t as hot as the past week had been, the sun still bore down on you, and all you wanted was to cool off. The amusement park’s version of Splash Mountain moved on in front of you, people squealing or yelling when water splashed them. You kept a grip on Bakugou to keep him from running, and he didn’t try to shake you off.

Your turn came, and you settled into the seat with Bakugou grumbling to himself as he climbed in next to you. You tapped your feet in anticipation, and the bar lowered. Junta came over to press them down, and his eyes widened when he saw you sitting next to Bakugou.

“So you two finally decided to go on a date, huh? Took you all long enough,” he said as he secured the bar and pushed it up against your thighs.

“Like hell it’s a date. There are other people on this ride, so go secure them in, dipshit,” Bakugou snapped at him, and Junta chuckled before he went to the other passengers.

“You’re getting a little defensive there, aren’t ya, Tsukki? Are you sure you don’t want this to be a date?” you asked him as you wrapped your hands around his bicep to lean close to the side of his face.

“Your nails are digging into me,” he said, and you released him.

“Oh, sorry.” You placed your hands in your lap and sat straight in your seat. Before long, the ride started, and you sat stiffly in your seat as Bakugou stared off to the side with a bored expression.

You let out a sigh as the cart rose up a small hill, ready for it to crash down and send water splashing all over you. The ride stalled at the top of the rise, tottering ever so slightly, and screams erupted when it shot forward down the steep slope into the water that waited at the bottom. You hummed in content as cool droplets of water splashed over you and drenched your warm body. You wiped wet strands of hair out of your eyes and pulled your shirt off of your body before you turned to the side to look at Bakugou. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as you looked at his usually puffy hair sitting flat against his face, lips turned into a scowl as his bangs blocked his vision.

“You look like a wet dog!” You couldn’t hold back your cackles as you pointed at him and clutched your stomach as it began to hurt from how hard you were laughing.

He pushed his hair back out of his face and glared at you as the cart pulled up to a stop and let you off. You kept laughing at him as he stomped off. After you let all your giggles out of your system, you rushed after him to drag him to the next ride. Though he complained, he still let you pull him around.

Even when you forced him to stand in line for the spinning teacups, he acted annoyed, but he never left the line and stood right beside you. He fixed you with glares whenever you spun the teacup as fast as you could, but he never yelled at you, the happy smile on your face enough to keep his mouth shut. With the wind whipping around you, his hair dried and returned to its puffy shape. Once the teacup ride ended, you pulled a wobbly Bakugou to bumper cars where you targeted him and harassed him while he cursed at you, earning a lecture from Daisuke about keeping the language to a minimum when children were around when the bumper cars stopped.

You watched as Bakugou kept his head down while Daisuke chastised him, and you covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Daisuke let him off with a slap on the back, and he wished the two of you a happy date, which Bakugou gave him an earful for even suggesting. You then dragged Bakugou off to go-karts after he calmed down. The way you lapped him with ease made you wonder how he even got his license, but you kept that question to yourself.

You and Bakugou slumped onto a bench to catch your breaths from all the running around you forced both of you to do, and you leaned your head back and spread your arms across the back of the bench. Bakugou braced himself on his knees as he took deep breaths. He leaned back against the bench, and when he hit your arm, he grabbed it and placed it in your lap.

“You’ve had your fun of dragging me around, so it’s my turn to choose where we go,” he said, and you nodded, not listening to what he was saying.

You wish you had because the rollercoaster he dragged you towards was one you’d sworn to never ride in a million years. The many loopty loops and steep drops coupled with twisting rails and sharp curves made you five seconds away from pissing yourself from fear. Just staring at it as the cars shot around it at a furious pace made your legs weak, and you readied yourself to run away. Too bad Bakugou had an iron grip on your wrist as he pulled you towards the stairs that led up to the platform. When you reached it, he urged you to go first, whether to keep your from running away when he wasn’t looking or to stare at the view of your ass, you didn’t know.

With a trembling leg, you stepped up onto the first step and then the next, and the next, Bakugou right behind you. You felt eyes boring into your ass, and to hide your shaking, you glanced over your shoulder.

“Are you staring at my ass?!” you asked as you turned around to see your ass level with Bakugou’s face as you stopped climbing the stairs. He tilted his head to the side as his hand gripped the railing, and he fixed you with an annoyed expression.

“You’re the one shoving it into my face. Either hurry the fuck up or let me go in front of you if it bothers you that much, dumbass.”

“I’ll fucking sit on you, pomeranian,” you told him through clenched teeth.

“And I’ll push you off, shitlicker.”

You hmphed and started up the stairs faster until you reached the line for the roller coaster. Though you played it off and acted nonchalant about everything, you couldn’t hide the fact that your legs shook and that sweat formed on your hands and made them clammy. You’d never admit it to Bakugou, but you hated roller coasters, even though you worked at one with him. The twists and turns mixed with the zipping speed of the cars made you sick to the stomach. The line moved forward, but you stayed in place. Bakugou nudged you with his elbow, and you stumbled forward, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you at any moment.

“Get moving, dumbass. You’re holding the line up.” When you didn’t move, he leaned down into your ear, his hot breath fanning the shell of it. “Don’t tell me you’re scared. The Y/N who acts all high and mighty being scared of a little roller coaster? Unthinkable.”

“Shut up,” you ground out, and you forced yourself forward until you stood right against the gate that led to the platform, the batch of people in front of you settling into their seats and being secured in before Yurina started the ride and watched them shoot off.

Shallow breaths came out of you as your chest heaved, and you clutched the railing to support your failing legs. When you just about crumpled to the floor, Bakugou wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.

“Are you okay? If you couldn’t handle this roller coaster, you should have told me. We can exit the line now if you need to,” Bakugou told you, and you shook your head.

You looked back at him and gritted your teeth as you glared at him. “I’m… I’m not a pussy…” As the cars returned, you pushed yourself up, gave a worried Yurina a weary smile, and waited for the gate in front of you to open up and let you file out into your seat.

Once the people left and the gate opened, you trudged forward towards a seat somewhere in the middle, Bakugou trailing after you. With shaky legs, you clambered in, almost tripping as your leg fell down. Bakugou grabbed your arm to stabilize you, and you would never let him know how much his warm hand on your skin calmed you. Your leg bounced as you waited for a worker to secure the bar around you, and nerves ate at your stomach as the countdown for the ride started in your mind.

Your whole body shook, and Bakugou wrapped his larger hand around yours to settle your nerves. If the iron grip you had on his hand hurt, he didn’t show it and let you lace your fingers with his to squeeze his hand like a stress ball. The gears on the cart groaned, and you jumped, clutching onto Bakugou’s arm and hiding your face in his shoulder. The fear overcoming you outweighed your embarrassment from relying on Bakugou, and when Yurina pressed the button and sent the carts off, you squeezed your eyes shut and held onto his arm for dear life as you felt the wind whip around you and throw your hair around willy nilly. Bakugou never let go of your hand, and whenever you clutched onto him harder, he squeezed your hand a few times to calm you.

The ride came to an end, and you thanked all the gods you knew that it was over. You didn’t have to be told twice to get the hell off there. After throwing the bar up, you clambered over Bakugou to set foot onto the safe and stable platform. Your whole body shook, and bile threatened to come out of you. Bakugou climbed out after you and rested a hand on your back. He rubbed circles on your back while you walked towards the exit.

“Have fun, love birds,” Yurina called out to the two of you, and Bakugou didn’t say anything as he held onto your arms to steady you and lead you off of the platform and down onto the main walk areas. You stood in place at the base of the steps for a few minutes to make the shaking in your legs calm and your heart rate return to normal.

“It was cute how you clung to me on the roller coaster. If I knew you’d be that adorable, I would have dragged you on it long ago,” he said to break the silence between the two of you, and once the words left his lips, his face reddened.

Your face mirrored his as the words sank in. “Sh-Shut up,” you stammered, still shaken from the roller coaster, and his words only added to your nerves.

“Sorry,” he said, and he zipped his lips. You weren’t used to a quiet Bakugou, but you were glad he didn’t resort to his usual curses or anger and instead let you calm down.

You took a deep breath once your heart returned to normal. The sky above you reminded you of cotton candy, and you realized how late it was becoming as the sun sank in the sky. The day was coming to an end, and you still had one thing left to do.

“Let’s ride the ferris wheel,” you said, and Bakugou blinked at you.

“No,” he told you with a shake of his head, and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on! No amusement park visit is complete without the ferris wheel! It’s a classic, Tsukki.” You gripped his hands and tried to pull him towards the line at the colorful wheel, but he didn’t budge.

“It’s so cliche though. Let’s just go on the Death Drop and finish there,” he said as he planted his feet to keep from moving. You almost fell as you pulled him, and you scowled at him when you regained your balance.

“Don’t be like that! There’s nothing wrong with the ferris wheel! Are you just afraid that others will misinterpret it?” You perked your eyebrow up at him, and his lip pulled back into an annoyed snarl.

“Hell no.”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem now should there?” you asked, and he sighed.

“I guess not.”

You smiled, happy you won the small argument, and without a word, the two of you trekked off towards the ferris wheel line. Though it was long, your excitement to ride one after several years outweighed it, and the long wait seemed to pass by in a few seconds as you bugged Bakugou. Once your turn to get into a cart arrived, you didn’t waste any time yanking him into it. You settled down onto your seat, Bakugou taking his across from you, and the cart moved.

As the ferris wheel climbed in the air, you leaned against the window to peer down on the people below. You giggled as you watched the people scurry around on the ground, couples running off to rides together or parents corralling their kids to tables to eat. You peered over at Bakugou, who sat with his legs sprawled and arms crossed over his chest as he let out irritated sighs.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” you asked while you gave him a disgusted look.

“Nothing. Just let me enjoy one damn ride in peace,” he said, and your eyebrows shot up on your forehead as you stared at him in disbelief.

“Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Bakugou stared at you with slitted eyes. “Today was supposed to be my day off, but instead of being able to relax by myself, you come along and drag me everywhere. Then, when I try to go on a ride that I enjoy, you freak out and almost run off.”

“Well sorry that I thought maybe you’d have fun on bumper cars or go-karts.” You crossed your arms over your chest and returned the glare to him.

“That’s exactly what I mean. You thought I’d like them instead of actually asking me what I’d like to do.”

You blinked as his words sunk in. It was true; you had only dragged him around with you to rides you thought he’d enjoy instead of getting his opinion on the matter. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of it that way.”

Bakugou sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, clearly you didn’t. I have to deal with you every single day at work, and on the one day I thought I’d be free from you, I got stuck with you against my will.”

Okay, now that stung a little. You were all for the little name slinging you two had going on, but this wasn’t the same. His jabs at you dug into your heart, and you stood up from your seat and stalked over to him.

“And don’t get me started on the way you flirt with every boy that so much as glances at you. Could you be any more of an attention whore? If you want attention that badly, just go-” You didn’t let him finish as you fisted his hair in your hand and slammed your lips into his.

You swallowed his words as you tilted your head to the side and shoved your tongue inside his mouth, running it along the roof of his mouth. You clambered on top of him and straddled his legs. The sweet flavor of soda melted onto your tongue as you swirled it around his mouth and relished in the way he tensed underneath you. His hands gripped your waist as you placed both your hands onto the side of his face. A sudden realization hit you, and you pulled your lips off of his.

“Shit! I didn’t ask for permission.” You pulled away from him and placed your hands onto his shoulders while you stared into his eyes. “Can I kiss you, Tsukki? Because you keep talking, and it’s pissing me off, and the only other way I can think of shutting you up is to hit you.”

“Wha-?” His ears reddened, barely visible in the dimly lit ferris wheel cart, but the way he hid his face with the back of his hand and avoided your eyes made it obvious how flustered your question made him.

“Yes or no, Tsukki. If you don’t want to, I can climb off right now, and we can act like this didn’t happen. Just don’t keep insulting me to my face and think I won’t do anything about it.”

“Sorry…” he said as he looked into your eyes, apologies swimming in them, and his disheartened face tugged at your heart strings, but you wouldn’t let him manipulate you like that. “I said more than I should have and made you uncomfortable. I especially shouldn’t have called you an attention whore. You’re doing nothing wrong, but I just got mad that you weren’t looking at me and were focusing on the other guys that are leagues below you.”

“Jealousy isn’t an excuse, Tsukki,” you said, though you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling a little at the thought of Bakugou getting jealous over the random boys you decided to wink at.

“I know. I will never do it again because thinking of how my words hurt you even if you try to hide it pains me.”

Though you didn’t fully forgive him for hurting your pride like that, you weren’t going to drag it out and make everything uncomfortable. Time heals all wounds, as they say. Plus, you were tougher than that. You brought a hand up to cup the side of his face.

“Are you going to answer my question now?” you asked, lips hovering over his while your thumb caressed his bottom lip.

“Please,” he breathed out, and you smiled before you tilted his head up to capture his lips with yours.

You pressed your chest flush against his, the warmth emitting from his body heating you up and making your mind fuzzy as you twirled your tongue around his. A hand went down from your waist to cup your ass, and when he squeezed it, you moaned into his mouth and rutted your hips against him. His bulge grew beneath you, and it took all your willpower not to drop to your knees right there to take him into your mouth.

Your hands gripped his hair to pull his head farther back, and you pushed yourself up onto your knees as you deepened the kiss. Both his hands grabbed onto your ass, and he kneaded the jean covered flesh in his large, calloused fingers. The feeling of his fingers against you made your body burn, and you bounced yourself on his lap as you rubbed your lips against his. The softness of his lips against yours became a quick addiction, and when your lungs burned for air, you pulled away for a quick breath before you dipped back down to capture his lips once more.

His eyes turned glossy as he lost himself in the feeling of your soft lips against his, a scenario he had only dreamt of before unfolding before him. Your body against his, pushing closer and closer to him out of desperation for his warmth and lips reminded him that this was very much real.

You held his jaw in one hand as you pulled away from him, teeth gripping his bottom lip and tugging on it as he panted. His hands on your ass slipped down to your thighs and behind your knees. He used the chance to pull you forward, and you felt his erection pressing against you more. Your mouth went dry as it prodded you, and you smashed your lips together for one last desperate kiss when you noticed some movement when you pulled away from his lips.

Your tongues clashed in a mess of saliva and wet noises, but you didn’t care when you felt Bakugou’s arousal pressing into you. Your lips on his felt perfect, even better than you had imagined, and you never wanted to stop feeling them against yours. Your lungs begged for air, and you pulled away to stare into his glossy eyes, a string of saliva connecting your tongues that broke when you swallowed. Saliva dripped from his wide open mouth as he sat there in a daze. His hands on your ass gripped even tighter on you.

“As much as I’d like to continue this,” you gasped while you gripped the side of his face, thumb pressing inside the corner of his mouth and running across his bottom lip as you grinded your hips down onto the bulge in his jeans, relishing in the shuddering breath Bakugou let out, “I think the other passengers wouldn’t appreciate our public display,” you finished as you leaned in close to his face, lips centimeters from his.

At that, Bakugou peered over your shoulder to see a group of teenage girls in the cart next to you guys, staring at the both of you and the position you were in with wide eyes and flushed faces. You gave them a smile, held a finger to your lips, and clambered off of his lap to sit across from him. They nodded their heads and turned their attention away from the two of you. Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh and covered his face with his arm as he slung his jacket over his lap.

“Fuck you,” he breathed out, and you chuckled as you crossed your legs and arms.

“I know you want to, but this isn’t the time or place, Tsukki. Have fun taking care of that by yourself!” you said, and he sighed once more before the ferris wheel stopped and let you hop off. You let out a sadistic giggle as he wrapped his jacket around his waist to hide his boner, hissing whenever he walked. When you passed a bathroom, you gave him a knowing look, and he flicked you in the forehead and went inside, saying all he was going to do was splash his face with some water until it calmed down.

You waited outside the bathroom until he exited, wiping his hands with a wet wipe, and after he threw it away, you jumped in front of him with a wide smile. He gave you an incredulous look. You ignored the look and grabbed his hand before you dragged him forward as he stumbled behind you. “Buy me a churro,” you said as you faced him while walking backwards.

“No. Buy one yourself,” he told you, and you sighed.

“You really don’t have a single romantic bone in your body, do you?”

His eyes slitted as he glared at you, and you gave him a cheeky smile. ‘You…” He sighed and dragged his free hand down his face. As you pulled him to the nearest churro stand, he shook his head and pulled out his wallet while you excitedly stood beside him, waiting for your churro with wide eyes that sparkled like a giddy child’s. He paid for the churro and sat down at a bench, a smile reaching his face as he watched you chow down on the warm churro. He placed a hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair, eliciting a whine of annoyance from you.

“You’re lucky you’re sexy or else I’d bite your hand off,” you told him, and he chuckled, sending warmth spreading through your chest at the sound. He bent down and licked a piece of frosting off the corner of your lip, licking his own and wiping with his thumb. You stared at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. He flashed you a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Amuse me.”

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dragonfly756 · 4 years ago

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Once again thinking about the parallels/foils of Lovelace and Lambert and Minkowski and Eiffel. First of all, the obvious, like, the communications officer and the mission commander, and their contrasting demeanors about their mission and in general. Classic serious guy/fun guy dynamics here, nice that they’re reversed for each set, but not anything Revolutionary.......Right?

But, if we want to get deeper into it, contrasting Lovelace and Minkowski first, they’re both going through almost the opposite emotional journey for the same reasons. If we take a look at where they are in the beginning, Lovelace is the fun commander, she gets her job done, OBVIOUSLY, both Lovelace and Minkowski are ruthlessly competent, but where Minkowski initially insists on rules and order, Lovelace is willing to be more....Chill. She jokes around with her crew mates, she goes on space walks to relax, she may have a lot to deal with, but she deals with it with charm and pop culture references. (Sound like anyone else we know?) and when we first meet Minkowski, she’s.....Not doing that, not willingly, anyway. She is all business, her ship, her crew, this is a capital S-Serious Situation and she is not here to play around. Far from making joke logs about getting attacked by green aliens, she hides basically everything she genuinely cares about (The lady who totally doesn’t like musicals, no not even a little bit, no wait Doug don’t go in there you can’t see her pirates of penzance shrine-) behind this wall of military regulations and her no-nonsense attitude.

And then Selburg happens, or Hilbert happens.

....And Lovelace shuts down everything. The warmth, the jokes. She doesn’t do it to be cruel, but because her entire crew, the people who grew to be her friends, all died at the hands of someone she thought she could trust. And then she comes back from the dead, to a crew almost exactly like hers, and she doesn’t want to be friends, because it hurts too much to imagine what happened last time. Welcome to her cold war, kids, because Isobel Lovelace desperately doesn’t want to care about anyone, she wants her revenge, and she wants to get home. Despite everything, she ends up caring anyway.

...And Minkowski doesn’t fall apart, but she reveals a level of emotional vulnerability previously unthought of for her, she is angry, and paranoid, she wants to chase a plant monster through the vents for days to regain some sense of control that she feels slipping away. She seeks reassurance from Doug Eiffel, a man she’s previously (For the most part) written off. She makes an effort to be nicer to Hera, SHE TELLS THEM ABOUT HER HUSBAND. WHO HERA (ALL-SEEING SUPERCOMPUTER HERA) PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT WAS “A TYPO IN HER FILE” AND NOT A REAL PERSON BECAUSE MINKOWSKI NEVER TALKS ABOUT HIM. And despite her mistrust of Lovelace when she first arrives. Despite the fact that she wants to think of her crew simply as coworkers, she ends up caring anyway.

Both of them get hurt so much, but in different ways. And in the end, they stand together for their crew, and for each other. Both stand, thinking they’re going to die, but they are stubborn, and brave, and despite everything they care about each other, and so they live.

Now to contrast Lambert and Eiffel. This one is a bit more tricky, considering how little we see Lambert in canon, but we know a couple things. He’s stubborn, he likes rules, and presumably has a poker face that would make lady gaga jealous. Barring just, y’know, his entire personality, he and Eiffel actually are really similar. Both are considered to be generally annoying. (Lambert for his rulebook quoting and stickler attitude, and Eiffel for his seeming lack of work ethic and general flippancy.) Both are communications officers that are ironically pretty bad at communicating effectively with other people. Both are surprisingly competent at their jobs when they apply themselves, And both (Kind of?) die in ways that are uniquely horrible to both of them. (I would also argue, though I have very little evidence, that they’re kind of the heart of their respective crews. Eiffel, because, well, he’s Eiffel. He’s this laid back sarcastic guy who doesn’t want his friends to get hurt, he’s a dork and a pacifist and at the same time so incredibly loyal to those he loves that he’ll play Marie Kondo with a supervillain in his own brain to keep them out of danger. And Lambert because I highly doubt anyone who cares about rules and safety that much is not going to apply that same passion and energy to being fiercely loyal and caring (In their own way) once you win them around.)

But remember how I said that the way they die is uniquely horrible for both of them? Yeah, let’s dive into that.

So Lambert dies of Decima, an illness created by someone everyone trusted, (Maybe even his friend.) A disease that makes you cough up blood, die slowly and painfully. Which, A: For someone who wants so much all the time to be in control and proper and right, the thought of dying from something that attacks your body and makes it so you can’t even move or breath properly without bleeding profusely must be terrifying, to gradually succumb to the grip of something that strips you of your dignity and mind is bad enough, but B: this is something he could never have avoided by going ‘by-the-book’ because the people in charge of his mission, the authority he looks to? They’re the ones who selected him for testing in the first place. The authority he follows is the literal reason why he dies.

And Eiffel ‘Dies’ because he loses the very memories of who he is. Doug Eiffel is many things over the course of the series, but above all, he tries to recover from his addictions while in space with a bunch of people he initially hates so he can be a better dad when he gets home, and when he realizes he causes harm to his crewmates, he tries to be a better friend to them too, eventually succeeding in being the heart of the team, as discussed earlier. The greatest tragedy for him, then, is not dying from the Decima that he’s also injected with, but from losing all his progress, from losing his friends, from losing the person he’s worked so hard to be. Naturally, this is exactly what happens. He saves Hera from having her brain wiped by having his be wiped instead, and in doing so loses all memory of Hera, Lovelace, and Minkowski, (Arguably his best friends.) and then, presumably, his daughter as well.

For both Lambert and Eiffel, these are not just bad deaths, they’re deaths of the self, and every step of the way, their identities and personhood are stripped away from them, and so they die.

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Beast Translation Update!

Hey! Me again. Something’s come up so my typesetter won’t be free until the 22nd of December. I’m sorry for the delay and would like to thank everyone for your patience. In the meantime, under the cut are chapter summaries I wrote for those that really want to find out what happened! Sorry they’re pretty long for summaries since I suck at being concise, hope you enjoy!

Beast Chapter 8 Summary [Title: The Beast Called Myself]

Oda asked Akutagawa to babysit the kids he looks after for three days while Oda is away on a business trip. Akutagawa is very upset at this, even more so when Oda refers to him as the eldest of the kids he looks after.

On the first day of babysitting, Akutagawa uses his ability to play with the kids. The second day, he visits Sakura’s class and helps motivate her to answer the teacher’s question.

On the third day, Kousuke cooks a meal for Akutagawa and asks him to give him combat training. Kousuke explains that he wants to get stronger to join the detective agency like Oda, who he says is like an older brother to him. He pulls out a gun that he bought himself and Akutagawa is surprised that a criminal would sell a gun to a child.

The combat training begins and Akutagawa is very clearly winning the fight. Akutagawa then puts a gun up to his own head but Rashomon blocks all the bullets. He says that he hates guns, explaining that they cause people to grow ignorant, which he says is the reason his friends were killed. He uses his ability to destroy the gun and tells Kousuke that if he ever steps foot in front of Akutagawa with a gun again, he’ll kill him.

Oda returns from his business trip and apologizes for ‘leaving the dirty work’ to Akutagawa (i.e. fighting Kosuke), since Oda says that if he were to fight Kosuke, it would only ‘fuel his admiration’. Akutagawa says that Kosuke isn’t cut out for fighting and would be better off becoming a chef. He says that Kosuke is too willing to sacrifice himself for his younger siblings to survive in a heartless world. Oda then gives Akutagawa some of his wisdom, telling him not to chase ‘the beast of yourself’.

Akutagawa asks if this was all set up just for Oda to try to convince him to control himself when fighting ‘the man in black’. Oda denies that though. Akutagawa finished the conversation by saying he was wrong about Kosuke. Oda responds with ‘I hope so’.

Back in the cafe under the ADA, Akutagawa calls Kunikida to try to get out of doing any paperwork when the door swings open and Atsushi enters.

Beast Chapter 9 Summary [Title: Encounter, Part 1]

Atsushi tells Akutagawa that he was asked to deliver a letter to the president of the ADA. However, he got lost on the way and it started raining so he had to take shelter in the cafe. To Atsushi’s relief, Akutagawa tells him that the ADA is on the fourth floor of the building they are in.

Atsushi puts three sugar cubes into his coffee and says that his coworkers always tell him it’s too much. He says he can’t help it due to the place he grew up. ‘An orphanage’ says Akutagawa. Atsushi asks how he knew that. Akutagawa explains that he grew up in a similar environment. Atsushi seems distraught as he says that the natural instinct to use a lot of sugar is probably something that he’ll have for the rest of his life. Much to Atsushi’s surprise, Akutagawa replies by saying he uses four cubes of sugar in his tea.

Atsushi asks if Akutagawa knows about how everyone was always fighting to get their hands on pencils and notebooks. Akutagawa says ‘of course’. He then asks if Atsushi knows about chocolate bars. Atsushi responds with “Of course, it’s a type of currency, isn’t it? There’s relatively a lot, but everyone always wants it, so its value remains constant. Therefore it naturally became used as currency.”

Akutagawa says that at one point, for a while he ate nothing but chocolate bars and then collapsed due to malnutrition. Atsushi bursts out laughing at this.

Atsushi tells him that this is the first time he talked about this. He then asks Akutagawa to deliver the letter for him and asks what his name is. They exchange names.

Akutagawa then asks who sent the letter and Atsushi says it’ll be clear who sent it when the letter is opened. Akutagawa says to be safe, he has to check what’s in the letter in case it’s something dangerous.

Inside the letter, Akutagawa finds a photo of Gin. He asks Atsushi if he knows the person in the photo, Atsushi says he does but is confused as to why the boss put a photo of her in the letter. Akutagawa’s rage is building as he asks Atsushi to tell him where Gin is. Atsushi says he can’t tell Akutagawa where she is, since there is a rule in his organization stating that if you ever find someone searching for Gin, you must kill them. Akutagawa then announces that Gin is his little sister. Atsushi doesn’t believe him, saying she doesn’t have any family. The two begin fighting. They’re pretty evenly matched and eventually Atsushi decides to leave. He says he has to report this to his boss and ask him why there was a photo of Gin in the letter.

Akutagawa tries to stop him from leaving but some mysterious attack renders him unconscious.

Beast Chapter 9.5 (Title: Encounter, Part 2)

Akutagawa thinks about his past, when Dazai told him that he would keep his sister until he figured out what his weakness is. The words of Oda also echo in his mind: “Don’t chase the beast of yourself.” He also tells Akutagawa that he ‘will surely be given a chance for redemption’.

Akutagawa then wakes up and notices his wound is gone. Yosano tells him to follow her and the two head to a room with some of the other ADA members and a projector.

A video is played on the projector of a meeting between Chief Taneda and Dazai Osamu. Kunikida says that Ranpo found out that this video was taken by the government and Tanizaki then says that Oda snuck in and got the video, saying the dangerous mission took Ranpo and Oda three days. Kunikida explains the science behind how the video was secretly obtained using luminous flux waves.

Kunikida then plays the video, in which Chief Taneda says that he heard that Dazai assassinated Mori, Dazai responds with “That’s quite the troublesome information network you have”.

Akutagawa says that he recognized Dazai to be ‘the man in black’. He asks Kunikida to tell him where Dazai is. Kunikida says that he’s on the top floor of the Port Mafia headquarters but explains to Akutagawa that getting to him is impossible. He tells Akutagawa that if he goes, he’ll die. Akutagawa says that it doesn’t matter. He tells Kunikida about the photo of Gin in the letter Atsushi gave him. He says that since Atsushi is reporting to Dazai that Akutagawa is looking for Gin, then Dazai will know he’s coming, causing him to reinforce security and disappear. Alternatively, Akutagawa thinks Dazai might threaten to kill Gin. Tanizaki tells Akutagawa to wait, saying if he goes alone he’ll be killed. Akutagawa shoves him and leaves anyway.

A group of armed men spot Akutagawa approaching and are ordered to kill him.

Beast Chapter 10 (Title: Scheme)

Akutagawa begins infiltrating the port mafia headquarters. He remembers his first meeting with Dazai, who called him ‘an unintelligent, dangerous animal’ and he thinks about his friends calling out to him for help. He demands to be told where Dazai is. Kyouka then makes an appearance. Akutagawa tells her to get out of the way and that even if she’s a little girl, he’ll kill her if needed. Kyouka says no matter what she’ll silence Akutagawa to protect ‘that person’ (Atsushi).

Dazai asks if Atsushi knows who the intruder is, he tells him about their encounter in the cafe. Atsushi requests permission to ask Dazai a question. He asks if it is true that Akutagawa is Gin’s older brother. Dazai says it is true. Atsushi then says “You wanted the Mafia headquarters to be attacked, didn’t you?”. Dazai says he did and then begins a monologue about how the smallest things can lead to large natural disasters, implying that this is all a part of a much larger picture.

Akutagawa and Kyouka continue fighting, Kyouka talks about a time when she tried to leave the port mafia, a person was sent after her to kill her and she says that person was much stronger than Akutagawa. Akutagawa remembers when Oda told him that “when it comes to physical combat, your body’s frailty comes to light” so Akutagawa decides to ‘turn this fight into a battle of abilities’. Akutagawa seems to think he’s about to win when Atsushi comes to kyouka’s rescue. Kyouka tells atsushi that she felt if she didn’t fight Akutagawa, he’d go up against Atsushi and one of them would die. Atsushi reassures her that he won’t die, that he’ll never let her be alone in the darkness. Akutagawa remarks that “there are kind hearted murderers

huddled together in this organization of darkness”. He says the thought could move him to tears, however he did research about Kyouka and Atsushi, calling them ‘the murderer of 35 people’ and ‘the white reaper of the port mafia’. He says that “ No matter how much you grasp onto each other with your bloodied hands, you will never be able to feel one another’s warmth”. Atsushi then responds by saying “That might be true. But even if that’s the case, then you and Gin san will never be able to feel one another’s warmth either”

Thank you for reading the summaries! Hope you like them <3 Sorry they’re so wordy and once again, thank you all so much for your patience.

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