#remove tea bag

[coffee-and-geto]

LET ME WARM YOU UP

summary: satoru comes home after an early morning when he went to the bakery to buy you some pastries, frozen to the bone by the biting early december cold. doesn’t he deserve to find you under the warm comforter where your warm presence hides?

cw: fluff, domestic, gojo has his nose pink from the cold, he’s silly, needy and so in love <3, i have put some pastries i know bc i’m french but ignore them if you don’t like croissant (what’s on ur mind) or pain au chocolat (i agree on this).

wc: 721

When Satoru enters the bakery — his body draped in a long coat, head wrapped in a knit cap, and half his face hidden behind a large scarf — the gentle chime of the entrance bell feels like a sweet melody mingling with the warm, sugary scent of the quiet, early-morning haven.

Behind the sparkling glass displays are heaps of pastries that make his mouth water. From chocolate croissants to apple turnovers, the variety of treats teases his senses as he approaches the kind, tiny baker, who barely reaches his chest.

“Good morning, young man,” she coos like a grandmother, tilting her head up to look at him. “Feeling like something sweet this early?”

Six o’clock in the morning — was it too early?

Satoru would camp outside the bakery if it meant sharing pastries with you.

He hums thoughtfully. “I’d like a brioche, a chocolate croissant, a croissant, an éclair, and a strawberry tart,” he says, distracted by the vibrant colors tempting him to buy out the entire bakery.

The baker grabs a bag and carefully places his order inside, smiling warmly.

“Will that be all, young man?”

Satoru nods.

“Alright.” She names the total price and hands him the large bag once he pays. “Are you planning to eat all of this yourself, young man?”

A smile capable of melting ice stretches across Satoru’s face, despite being hidden behind his scarf. “I’ll share it with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” After he pays, the baker hands him a blue lollipop, the kind that colors your tongue. “A boy like you, who takes such good care of his loved ones, deserves this.”

Satoru accepts it with a word of thanks before heading home, where you’re unknowingly waiting for him, still tucked beneath the warm covers of your bed.

He enters the apartment silently, closing the door with care and removing his shoes and coat in near-perfect quiet. In the kitchen, he wastes no time arranging a breakfast tray, loading it with the pastries he bought and a cup of tea and coffee.

He performs the task with an adorably proud smile, humming cheerfully at the thought of sharing a warm breakfast with you under the blanket, where you’d thaw his December-chilled body.

With the tray prepared to perfection, he carries it to the bedside table and sets it down gently before slipping into the bed. The combination of the soft blanket and your warmth, still lingering in the sheets, begins to ease the cold from his body. His stiff, frozen arms wrap around you, rousing you from sleep.

“Toru?” you whisper, your eyes fluttering open as a yawn escapes your lips.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Satoru murmurs into the crook of your warm neck.

You shiver at how cold he feels. “Did you go out?” You turn to wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss on his nose, pink from the cold.

“Brought pastries,” he hums. “Wanna eat with me?” He blinks at you cutely, his snow-dusted lashes framing eyes as deep and blue as the ocean.

“You did?” The corners of your mouth turn down as you pull him closer. Satoru’s habit of buying things for you without needing to be asked makes your heart ache in the sweetest way. “Of course, my love.” You pepper kisses all over his face. “Love you so much.”

He grins so cutely you want to crush his head in your arms.

Minutes later, you’re both sitting up in bed, the makeshift tray perched on your shared lap as you indulge in a perfect breakfast.

Through the bedroom window, the first snowflakes of December fall onto the balcony, covering it in a white blanket that matches your lover’s hair. The sky, equally white, might’ve seemed dull and cold, but sitting beside Satoru, who is devouring almost all the pastries, brightens the weather.

Once your stomachs are full, Satoru burrows under the blanket, pressing his face against your pajama-clad stomach. A giggle escapes you, your chest shaking gently with the sound.

“What are you doing?” you ask, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Cuddling,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by the comforter.

“You look more like a whiny cat, you know.”

“If a whiny cat gets cuddles, then I am one.”

Your laughter bubbles over, warming Satoru, who nearly purrs as your fingers scratch at his scalp.

a/n: hello guys :)) i know it’s been like two weeks w/ anything but let’s forget that, hmm? so 1st december is the birthday of my bsf haha and sadly the end of fall for me... (i’m depressed bc of this). but, i’m in the mood to write everything fluffy, etc. (saying this while my brain is mentally preparing a big angsty fic for the coming weeks bwahahaha). hope you guys have a nice week and see you soon <33

likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422

@drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t @wawuwe @cybersomniq @sanemistar

@monokaix

[nil-the-glitch]

actually yknow what, no. this is not being limited to discord, yall get it too.

some general cooking tips (in which there is a brief senshi posession):

moisture is the enemy of crispy skin. pat dry with paper towel, and if you have the time and spoons, give a thorough but even coat of baking powder and let sit uncovered in your fridge overnight. this will dry out the skin nicely. for pork belly, create a tight foil boat so that only the skin is showing, and cover in salt to draw out moisture, repeating a couple times if necessary.

furikake seasoning, for the fellow rice lovers, is just nori (seaweed), sesame seeds, sugar, and msg/salt. you might have most if not all of these things already in your kitchen.

chai spice mix is just cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, cloves, nutmeg, & allspice.

pumpkin spice is just cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger.

to cure your own bacon, you only need water, white and brown sugar, and a non-iodized salt - himalayan pink salt is not iodized, if you cannot find butchers curing pink salt. from there, you can add any seasoning/flavoring you want.

the truly adventurous may cook their rice in green tea for a fresh clean taste.

you can tell if a fish is truly fresh by their eyes - clear and bright is fresh, while cloudy is older or potentially has been frozen.

it's cheaper to buy a large block pack of ramen from your local asian market and repackage the bricks into sandwich bags, than to buy a box of individually packaged ones such as maruchan or top ramen.

when buying meat, look at it's fat content - more fat marbling usually means more tender + flavorful.

you can save onion skins and other vegetable scraps to make your own broth with. you can also save bones for this. mix and match ratios to create your ideal flavor.

bay leaf will always make a soup or broth taste better, but Watch Out (they are not fun to bite into on accident).

msg is, in fact, not The Devil, that was just a racist hate campaign against the chinese and other oriental races. it's literally just a type of salt. it is no more dangerous to eat than any other type of salt.

washing your rice is important because it not only improves flavor and texture by removing excess starch, but it also helps reduce any residual pesticides or dirt, or even insect fragments (please remember that rice paddies are essentially giant ponds that all kind of things live in and swim around. you should also be washing all your produce in general.)

please salt your cooking water for pastas, it just tastes better and you will be happier for it.

boiled potatoes are also improved by salt water.

if you hate vegetables, please consider trying them fried in butter or perhaps bacon grease. it is healthier to eat them fatty than not at all.

healthy food does not in fact have to taste miserable. thats a lie. they are lying to you. free yourself from your blandness shackles. enter a world of flavor.

[wroetolando]

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 | 𝙻𝙽𝟺

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lando norris x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where the world doesn’t know you’re an amputee, but lando does—and he helps in all the little ways that matter, until one day, a fall at silverstone reveals everything

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You never expected Lando to treat you any differently when he found out about your prosthetic leg. You’d been prepared for hesitation, for awkward questions, maybe even for pity. But you got none of that.

Instead, you got Lando Norris—the same goofy, teasing, fiercely protective man he always was. The one who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, and the one who never, not once, made your prosthetic feel like a limitation.

The fans didn’t know. Not because you were ashamed, but because it wasn’t something you talked about publicly. To Lando, it was just a part of you—something he adapted to without hesitation, in all the little ways that mattered.

They didn’t see those moments.

They didn’t see the way he naturally adjusted his pace to match yours when you were walking through the paddock. Or how he always carried a small first-aid kit in his backpack, just in case your prosthetic irritated your skin. They didn’t see how he looked at you—not with pity, but with absolute, unwavering love.

But one day, the world found out.

And everything changed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The Way He Walked

Lando always walked on your left side.

At first, you thought it was a coincidence. He never brought it up, never made a show of it, but it was always the same. Whether you were strolling down pit lane, navigating a crowded paddock, or walking through an airport, he positioned himself so he could be closest to your prosthetic.

In case you lost your balance. In case the ground was uneven. In case you needed just a little extra stability.

One day, you finally called him out on it.

“You always walk on my left,” you mused as you strolled through London together, your fingers laced with his.

Lando glanced down at you, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. So?”

“So,” you echoed, narrowing your eyes playfully. “You do it on purpose.”

He shrugged, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “It’s just instinct now. I like knowing I’m there if you need me.”

Your heart melted right there on the pavement.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The Airport Routine

You hated airport security.

The extra steps, the awkward stares—it was exhausting. You’d gotten used to it over the years, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

Lando made it easier.

Whenever you traveled together, he had a system. He held both of your passports, carried your bags, and kept an arm loosely around you as you approached security. He knew the drill—how you had to remove your prosthetic sometimes, how the metal detectors would go off, how TSA agents could be unpredictable in their reactions.

One time, in Miami, an agent asked you to walk through without it.

Lando tensed beside you, his protective instincts flaring, but he didn’t say anything. Not yet.

You steadied yourself, taking a slow, practiced step forward, trying not to let the discomfort show. But Lando saw. He always saw.

And before you could even reach for your prosthetic, he was already crouched down, lifting it gently, handing it back to you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The agent stared. You sighed. Lando just smiled.

“All good, love?” he asked, helping you adjust.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “Always.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Race Weekend Adjustments

Lando’s world moved at 300 km/h. Yours didn’t.

Race weekends were chaotic—crowds, cameras, endless walking. You adapted, of course, but Lando adapted with you.

He always made sure McLaren had a seat for you nearby. If you were standing for too long, he noticed before you even said anything. If you were walking too much, he suggested a “spontaneous” coffee break. If your prosthetic was irritating your skin after hours on your feet, he disappeared and returned with bandages and cooling gel like he’d been preparing for it all week.

One time, in Austria, you didn’t even realize you were limping slightly until Lando gently steered you toward a private hospitality lounge.

“Sit,” he said simply, nudging you onto the couch.

You started to protest, but he knelt down in front of you, hands ghosting over your leg. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” you admitted. “It’s just rubbing weird today.”

Lando nodded, already digging into his backpack. “Good thing I came prepared.”

You blinked as he pulled out a small roll of bandages and a cooling spray. “You just… carry that around?”

He smirked, tapping his temple. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Your chest ached in the best way.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The Day the World Found Out

It happened at Silverstone.

You were in the McLaren garage, standing behind the engineers, watching as Lando prepared for his home race. The energy was electric, the fans chanting his name just outside.

Then it happened.

One second, you were fine. The next, your foot slipped on a slick spot near the garage entrance. Your balance wavered, your body tilting before you could react—

And suddenly, you were on the ground.

It wasn’t dramatic, but it was noticeable. The people around you turned, startled.

Lando was at your side instantly.

“Hey, hey—are you okay?” His hands were firm but gentle as they helped you sit up, his voice tight with worry.

You nodded quickly, cheeks burning as you adjusted your leg. “Yeah, just slipped.”

But then you saw it—the way people were staring. The way their eyes flickered from you… to your prosthetic, which had become slightly visible in the fall.

The realization hit like a tidal wave.

They knew.

Lando knew it too. And he didn’t hesitate—not for a second.

Instead of brushing it off, instead of acting like it was something to be hidden, he crouched beside you, blocking out the cameras, his focus entirely on you.

“Here,” he murmured, adjusting your prosthetic for you before wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you stand. His grip was steady, reassuring. “You good?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

Lando smiled, squeezing your hand. “Then let’s go.”

And just like that, it didn’t matter.

The moment went viral before the race even started.

“Lando helping his girlfriend after she slipped… my heart.”

“Wait, was she wearing a prosthetic?? That’s amazing.”

“The way he didn’t even flinch. He just helped her like it was the most normal thing in the world.”

“She’s incredible. We need to hear her story!”

For the first time, the world saw what Lando had always known.

That you were strong. That you were capable.

And that, to him, you were more than enough.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

masterlist

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: what to pack in your bag

hey angels! whether you’re going out with friends, going to school/uni or just looking for some tips on what to keep in your every day bag, this is the list for you. i adore being that one girl who has everything in her bag - helping my friends and loved ones makes me feel really special and positive. plus i know that regardless of what’s going on or happening to me ill have it in my bag! enjoy and i hope you find this helpful.

beauty products ꒰ঌ ᡣ𐭩 ໒꒱

lip balm

spf

perfume or body spray

hydration spray

lotion

hand cream

nail polish

small essential makeup kit (e.g lipstick, blush, concealer)

setting spray

deodorant

hairspray

makeup wipes/cleanser

compact mirror

hairbrush

eyedrops

health/wellness ꒰ঌ ᡣ𐭩 ໒꒱

painkillers/paracetamol

tampons, pads, period cup etc

tissues

cough sweets

plasters

aloe vera or burn cream

hand sanitiser

wet wipes

gum and mints

extra underwear

snacks - especially if you have low blood sugar or iron!

floss/tooth picks

any medication you take throughout the day/may need

face mask

pleasure ꒰ঌ ᡣ𐭩 ໒꒱

a book

headphones

pack of cards

journal

a magazine

digital camera

essentials ꒰ঌ ᡣ𐭩 ໒꒱

wireless phone charger

charging cable

id

student id (discounts in shops etc)

travel cards/passes

wallet

change

house keys

water/some kind of drink

extra layer or room to remove extra layer

claw clip, hair ties

stain remover wipes

pen and small notepad

coin pouch

random ꒰ঌ ᡣ𐭩 ໒꒱

mini umbrella

sunglasses

nail file and scissors

tea bags

hair pins

mini fan

crystals/lucky charms

thank you for reading angels! if youd be interested in a more school/uni focused what to keep in your bag feel free to let me know!

love, m.

[rainydayathogwarts]

can i pleaseeee request something for harry potter and spring!! i barely see anyone write for himmmm

What boyfriend? - Harry Potter

ʀᴀɪɴʏᴅᴀʏᴀᴛʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ' 3ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ! summary: when you are bed ridden due to your period, Madame Pomfrey comes to check in on you and play match-maker. wc: 0.6k+ this isn't so harry focused, but i was writing this anyway when i saw this request, so enjoy!

A knock on your door had you groaning, turning over in your bed, a slick layer of sweat coating your skin. You mumbled something incoherent, curling into your stomach, hoping to ease your cramps away. Your door opened on its own, so you assumed it would just be Pansy since you had locked it behind you. It wasn’t. Madame Pomfrey’s voice wrung out in the room, a concerned yet understanding tone in her voice when she said “Oh darling” at the sight of your pained state.

You pushed yourself up on your bed so you sat up straight, a slightly horrified look on your face at the realisation that a member of staff was seeing you in your worst state possible. “Professor McGonagall asked me to check on you. Said your dorm-mate told her you weren’t feeling well.” You nodded, fixing the bun atop your head just to busy yourself. “I’m just, uh, I’ve got my period.” Madame Pomfrey nodded along, pulling things out of her bag, so you continued speaking to fill the empty silence. “I took a potion last night to help with the pain today. But I couldn’t sleep and the potion didn’t seem to work. And I feel nauseous.”

Madame Pomfrey pulled out a temperature checking sticker, sticking it to your forehead and checking for a fever. “Can I give you something to help with the pain? Did you have any tea to drink?” You nodded, then furrowed your eyebrows “Uh, I didn’t drink tea. It’s too hot.” Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. You were wearing a jumper and joggers, fluffy socks, and now you were complaining about the heat? “If I take my jumper off I’ll be too cold.” You defended, letting the older woman remove the sticker from your forehead.

“Right, you don’t have a fever. I’ll absence you from lessons today and tomorrow, but if you feel better tomorrow, by all means go to class.” You nodded, watching closely as she poured you a portion of painkilling potion. “Your boyfriend asked about you.” She added, to which you shot her a confused look. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Madame Pomfrey.” She pulled a face of surprise, though it wasn’t very convincing. “Well Mr. Potter came-” “-And it’s especially not Potter!” You screeched, the vial halfway to your lips. You apologised when the healer shot you an annoyed look, looking down at your lap. The last thing you needed right now was for people to ruin your chances with Harry by spreading rumours of you already dating. “Mr. Potter came running up to me when he saw me approach the common room. Asked if I was coming to see you.”

You chugged the potion, wincing slightly at the foul taste before your eyes widened. “Wait he came to the common room?” Madame Pomfrey hummed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Was waiting right out the entrance when I was coming in. He tried to sneak past me but I told him students couldn’t come in without a password.” And with that, the healer packed her things and left your dorm, leaving you with hot cheeks and a fluttering heart.

What she didn’t tell you was that when Harry had approached her, she had asked him “Going to see your girlfriend?” Harry had huffed, putting his hands on his hips “I’m working on it Madame Pomfrey. If only you could let me pass through with you?” But the woman had shut down his attempt. Surely, she had to give you a heads up if your crush was trying to come and see you. Especially if you’ve been rotting in bed all day and crying about your cramps.

At least when Pansy came back from lessons, finding Harry outside the common room, she had smirked and made fun of how smitten he was with you. But unlike Madame Pomfrey, she let him sneak inside, telling him exactly which dorm you were in. And when a knock came at your door, and you were fresh out of the shower, a white robe wrapped around your wet skin, you weren’t exactly surprised to find Harry standing at your door.

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[usagiarchive]

tired and loved — jing yuan x reader

sypnosis. [ 0.4k words. fluff + baby yanqing ]

usagi's note: hey i hate work and i WISH jing yuan was real so he'd do this to me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 ALSO REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

You came home late.

This wasn't unusual, often times, Jing Yuan came home earlier than you did, and for the past week, that had been your arrangement.

He'd come home just before the sun had set and you'd come home far past when the sun dipped in the sky.

Today, however, was even later than usual.

It had been close to midnight when Mimi perked up and trudged towards the front door, she'd always been the first one to meet you after all.

When your face emerged from behind the gate, you smiled wearily.

“I'm home,” you say as you pet Mimi.

Jing Yuan dutifully takes your bag and places a hand on the small of your back to lead you inside your home.

“Have you had dinner?” He asks, he worries.

You shake your head and he shifts the course of your steps towards the dining room.

Dutifully, your lover heats up the meal he's cooked earlier. The knowledge that he cooked for you settles warm in your heart.

He tells you about his day as he cooks, and you know he refrains from asking about yours in the event that something bad has happened.

He knows you'll tell him if you wish, anyway.

He lovingly looks at you as you eat, nursing his own cup of tea in lieu of dining together.

When you finish up, you opt to was the dishes but he shoos you away to spend time with Mimi instead. You take him up on that offer.

…

He finds you asleep on Mimi the moment he finishes the dishes.

Jing Yuan sighs lovingly and carries you to the bedroom, changing you into pajamas and putting your scrubs into the laundry basket.

Yanqing, only seven and missing a tooth, pops his head into the bedroom.

“Is Mama asleep?” he asks.

“Mama is asleep, yes, come,”

The kid trods towards the bed and Yuan lifts him to help him get on.

“Mama needs to do her skincare!” He whispers.

Your lover smiles, glad at the fact that Yanqing knows what you do.

“Can I help?” he asks, looking up at Jing Yuan.

“Yes, baobei, you can,”

…

In the morning, when you wake up, you'll find that not only had your makeup been removed, your skincare had been done as well, but you'll also find that you've been given a day off by Lady Bailu.

The best part? A breakfast in bed surprise made by your dearests.

usagi's note: im currently thinking of making a connected one-shot series, like u guys can read them as stand alones but they're all connected, and it's all abt reader being jing yuan's spouse like ?!?!?!? this idea is eating my brain

mydei ideas too like what the hell im gonna play the quest to characterize him better i swear !!! im currently focused on hsr cuz my kuya is piloting my genshin acc, he's building my characters for me cuz idk how the genshin one is so bad, like i have good builds in hsr, but genshin is just eugh

TELL ME WHAT U THINK, FEED A STARVING WRITER COMMENTS !!! 💕💕💕

@usagiarchive 2025. do not repost, translate, or use for AI. reblogs, likes, and comments are very appreciated!!

[seros-girl]

awkward

tenya iida x f!reader

WARNING: smut, maybe angst, 18+, p link added (log in to X if you wanna see it!!)

you honestly never thought you’d end up tangled in his sheets.

navy blue sheets belonging to none other than the class president. what was a study session with your best friend, turned into a make out session.

one thing led to another and now youre here riding tenya gently. your bare chest pressed up against his as you kiss him, slowly lifting your hips gently and then coming back down.

his strong hands are wrapped around your waist, holding you still. he caresses the skin as he kisses you desperately.

groans and moans fill tenya’s room. he bucks his hips up to meet yours and you moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “ten-mhm” you try saying but youre cut off when his fingers find your clit.

“what was that?” he asks looking at your face, studying it. you looked at him as your movements stilled. he moves his free hand to guide you up and down, getting you to move again.

your legs shake as you hold eye contact with him. his glasses, off. blue hair, messy. his body on display for you. iida is just so hot.

your hands fly up to his hair as he hits a certain spot that has you seeing stars. “tenya- mhm gonna-oh” you said and iida immediately picked up on what you were trying to say.

he presses your bodies closer together, bare chests connected as your hands played with his hair. his mouth found your neck as you arched into him as he sucked on your sweet spot.

“dont stop” you muttered out and he hums against your skin acknowledging your words. your moans and his groans grow significantly louder the more youre sat on top of him.

you cum, hard as tenya follows soon after his cum spilling into the condom. he thrusts lightly to help the both of you ride your orgasms and he removes his fingers from your clit.

he moves a strand of hair behind your ear as he looks up at you. he kisses you softly as you return the kiss with the same passion he was pouring into the kiss.

“how was it?” he asks you softly against your lips when he pulled away. your breathless and you giggle. “for our first time we got it right” you joked and he only looks at you waiting for the true answer.

“it was great tenya” you smile holding his face as you pressed your lips against his once more. he gently lifts you up and off his lap, pulling out of you.

he lays you down gently next to him as he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan. he lowers himself under the covers next to you as he pulls you against his chest.

what the fuck did you just do?

around 3 am you slip out from his hold and get up, quickly grabbing your belongings. you changed into your clothes as you hurried around his dorm room, packing your books into your bag.

you slept over in iida’s room many times (not sexually until tonight) to know how much of a heavy sleeper he is. you look at him as he sleeps peacefully, bare chest rising and falling softly.

you sigh softly and move towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his head. you put his phone to charge and with that walked out of his room and quickly walked up to the 5th floor.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

the next day you wake up, get ready for the day and happily walk out of your dorm to meet with ochako and momo.

“good morning y/n!” momo greets as you step into the kitchen. she hands you a cup of tea and you thank you, grateful for a pick me up.

“where were you last night?” she asks and you freeze. “around what time?” you asked trying to keep it cool. “9 i came by for that sweater i left in your room, it belongs to todoroki and well you weren’t there” she says sipping her tea.

“figured you were with tenya though so its alright!” she waves it off casually. “yeah late night study sessions not much to say” you laughed nervously as izuku, shoto, and tenya walked into the kitchen.

“good morning y/n!” izuku greets, super enthusiastic. youre scared and yiu freeze as you look at izuku place a loving kiss on ochako’s cheek and move around fhe kitchen freely.

he definitely knows something is up.

either A. he heard through the wall or B. iida told him

“morning zuku” you said still eyeing his movements. he sends a smirk your way and you squint your eyes at him.

“good morning y/n. how was your night last night?” todoroki asks you now and you have to stop yourself from turning red.

“pretty good, did nothing interesting as per usual” you nodded your head looking down at your cup of tea. tenya furrows his eyebrows but doesnt say anything.

he figures you want to keep whatever happened between the two of you and that is as fine with him too!

bakugo, denki, kirishima, and sero walk in, greeting you all. you take this as a chance to escape. “sero come on” you said grabbing him by the elbow rather harshly.

“hey!” he says but doesnt say much as he lets you drag him out. you lead him outside where you let him go and run your hands through your hair.

“i fucked the class prez” you said, hands on your hips as you sigh out. sero’s eyes widened.

“say what now?!” he says in shock. “youre joking right” he laughs.

you pull your hoodie down to reveal the three marks tenya decided to leave. “oooh girl aizawa is gonna hang you” he says sassily.

“it’s awkward i dont know what the fuck to say to him!” you exclaim throwing your hands in the air. “well why’d you guys fuck?” he asks you genuinely.

theres always a motive to sex. it wasnt in the spur of the moment. “there has to be feelings somewhere in there cmon” sero shrugs his shoulders as if its the most obvious thing in the world.

“he looks at me differently” you muttered to him, sighing. “he looks at me like im pretty” you elaborated, taking a seat on the bench.

“its why i wanted it to happen. i felt pretty and i guess i wanted to show him that i am” you rambled on. “but its so awkward now” you grimace as you look at the floor.

“i’ve been in love with this dude since our first year, i cant just ruin our friendship like this” your eyes fill with tears.

“so keep it awkward” sero says leaning back on the bench, manspreading his arms resting behind you on the bench.

“why would i do that?” you ask sero tilting your head to look at him. he shrugs, “it’s what i’d do”

“how good was class prez?” sero asks smirking after a minute of silence. you look at him and smile.

“class prez is not only packing, but he knows what he’s doing” you lean back with a huge smile on your face.

“congratulations to the both of you for not being virgin losers anymore” he applauds quietly and you snort. “gotta get bakugo on that train now” you joke and he bursts out laughing.

“maybe you can do it” he adds on and you laugh. “as if dynamight would touch me” you scoff and shake your head . “he can stay a virgin loser for all i care” you add after.

“who can stay a virgin loser?” kirishima asks as they all walk out to find you and sero talking. “denki” you said quickly to cover up who you were talking about. he’d definitely blow your ass up right now.

“y/n come on!” denki groaned as jiro laughed and fist bumped you. tenya looks at you and you avert your eyes to not make eye contact with him.

“woah you are glowing” mina gasps as she sees you for the first time today. you nod knowing damn well why. “its the new skincare my mom sent me” you said brushing off the compliment nicely.

tenya pulls a confused face, but he doesnt say anything. what was your sudden change in attitude?

“she pulled me by the elbow it hurts” sero whined rubbing his elbow. “shit felt weird too” you said and bakugo starts laughing.

“see someone understands!” bakugo pointed at you and you look confused. “when the fuck did you hold sero’s elbow” you playfully asked him.

“training you freak” he says pushing your head. “oh she’s a freak alright” sero teases and you stop to look at him.

“shut the fuck up” you said seriously. izuku smirks and looks at shoto. “where were you last night?” izuku asks you and you look up at him.

“i already told yaomomo, i was in tenya’s room” you said and shifted in your seat. “studying” you shrugged and finally looked at iida.

“mhm studying” shoto elbows izuku and you squint your eyes at the both of them. “well we hope it was great study session” izuku says emphasis on the great.

“zuku” you start. “hm?” he hums in acknowledgment. “dont be passive aggressive with me” you shake your head and look down.

“just drop it yeah? it was just studying” iida says nodding and excusing himself.

“what’d you do to class prez?” bakugo asks you and you groan slouching on the bench.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

3 days have passed and you still havent talked to iida. maybe he saw it as only a good fuck? maybe he saw it as you guys starting a strictly only sexual relationship? what if he wanted more?

your head hurts as you walk into homeroom and plop yourself down in the seat in front of sero. “you look drained” sero says and you lift your head up to silence him.

“shh please no talking” your hand covering his face as you told him to shut the fuck up for a minute. bakugo snorts as kirishima snickers.

“i said no noise” you said loud enough for the boys to hear. “just talk to him” kirishima shrugs. “yeah dont listen to what this idiot said” bakugo said referring to sero.

“yeah im not gonna take advice from someone who A. sleeps around B. hasnt had his dick sucked yet and C-“ you stop as you point at eijiro.

you thought of a way to get back at him, “C who took him 2 years to get pussy” you leaned back in your seat.

“it took you 2 years to get dick i dont know why youre talking” eijiro claps back and denki ‘oooo’s in the corner.

you lunge at eijiro for his comment and bakugo has to hold you back from hitting kirishima. “calm down!” he told you and you fixed your uniform as sero stands.

“look can we all calm down please” sero stands with his hands on his hips. you thank whoever that its just you guys in the classroom right now.

“just talk to him” sero finally says and you think over their words. “you cant avoid him forever” kirishima says and you nod your head.

“i know” you mumbled quietly. “he’s not just anybody though. this is tenya iida” you said groaning as you sit in your seat.

“and you love him” denki teases and you slap his arm. “its either let him know or fuck again” bakugo smirks and thats what ends the conversation.

mineta walks in and you all turn to look at him. “when are you and iida gonna fuck again” he says lisp and all. “you fucker you heard through the wall!” you yelled moving to lunge at him but sero saves him.

“she’s nuts” mineta says and sero tapes him up. “i’ll let him go when class starts” sero says waving it off.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

its been hours since you last had the conversation with sero, bakugo, denki, and kirishima. its 8 pm as everyone has gone off to bed.

you walk down to the first floor ready to knock on iida’s door. fuck it. you opened it to see him shirtless and you immediately closed the door.

“oh hey y-“ he starts saying but you cut him off as you immediately stand on your tip toes and press your lips against his.

his hands fly to your waist as yours go around his neck. he moves one of his hands to cup your face and you move the both of you towards his bed.

he sits down as you straddle him and sit right on top of his growing bulge. “its” kiss “past” kiss “curfew” he manages to say and you shrug.

“i dont care” you said removing your top. “wait-“ he says and you pull back, looking at him. “what is this?” he asks you and you sit there thinking.

“can we talk about that after?” you asked him as you cradled his face with your hands. “im too dazed to think about that right now” you admitted as you looked into his blue eyes.

“i dont have a contraceptive on me” he panics as you giggle. “dont worry class prez just pull out” you suggested. “if not we dont have to do any-“ he cuts you off by placing his lips back on yours.

“stop talking” he says when he pulls away and looks down at your chest. he leaves kisses working his way up to your neck as you move your hips, grinding on him.

he bites down hard on the skin of your neck and you let out a moan as you arch into him. “tenya” you breathe out as he hums in acknowledgment. “fuck me already please” you plead desperately as he looks up at you.

he lays you down on his bed, removing both of yours last bits of clothes. “the doors locked right?” he asks you and you nod your head. “locked it on my way in” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he came to hover over you.

his fingers move down to prep you for him. his long finger teasing your clit as you moan into his mouth, desperate for more. “dont tease-oh” you said as he slipped in two fingers, scissoring you.

you grab his big shoulders, gasping in delight. “feels good?” he whispers to you as he unhooks your bra with one hand.

you help him shrug it off your shoulders and he immediately attaches his mouth to your right breast. you arch into him as he picks up the speed of his fingers.

youre close to cumming and tenya can tell. he pulls his fingers out as you whine. “why-“ he cuts you off as he grabs your legs, spreader them wider.

he lines himself up and locks eyes with you. he slowly pushes in, the tip of his dick in you. you grab his arms to steady yourself and slowly he moves in.

you moan at this new feeling. the last time you did this, he wrapped it. this feeling is new, bare, raw.

he breathes out heavily as he bottoms out and holds onto your right leg gently. he wraps it around his waist as he begins to thrust gently.

your hands go over his neck and lightly scratch his back. moans, groans, the slapping of skin on skin fills iida’s dorm room as you make him look at you, foreheads pressed together.

you both hold eye contact and jeez is iida so hot like this. glasses thrown somewhere in his room, blue messy hair, pupils dilated. “tenya-“ you start and then get cut off as you moan due to the area he hit.

“i” he thrusts gently into you. “whats that” he groans as he sets a steady pace, one that has you seeing stars. “i love you” you blurt out as you arch into him.

his movements stop all together. you furrow your eyebrows as his head hangs. he catches his breath as he finally looks up and leans back, pulling out.

he clears his throat and you sit up, wrapping his navy blue sheets over your body. “im sorry-“ he looks up at you as you try apologizing.

“i think it’d be quite best if you leave please” he says running a hand through his messy hair and squints to find his underwear at least.

“huh?” you question dumbfounded. “no tenya lets talk about this-“ you scoffed but then he shakes his head.

“i don’t have those feelings for you. sure you are pretty, beautiful even” he starts and tears well up in your eyes.

“i just thought this was strictly sexual” he finishes and finds his glasses putting them back on his face. “im sorry” he mutters softly and you nod your head.

you get up silently dressing yourself as quickly as possible. you’re embarrassed. you shouldn’t have done that. now these are the consequences.

“see you ‘round” you muttered quietly tears slipping from your eyes as you dont wait for him to say anything and walk out. you march up to the fifth floor and unlock your door, slamming it shut.

you gather your things to take a shower, a hot long shower. as you cleanse yourself to rid of iida’s touch, you sob violently.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

the next morning, you get dressed for school and pack your bag. you walk out, locking your dorm room and making your way down to the lobby.

“morning yaomomo” you call out as you slip into the kitchen grabbing a bowl. you steal some granola from bakugo’s basket of his own goodies in the pantry.

you move to the fridge and grab kirishima’s yogurt plopping a couple of scoops in and mixed it with the granola.

“hey my yogurt!” kirishima said as he looked into your bowl, pouting. “oh shut it you big baby” you said scooping some up and putting it in your mouth.

“that better not be my granola” bakugo grumbled as he looked into the pantry and in his designated basket of things. you quickly grab the bowl and gave knowing eyes to kirishima and quickly made your way out of the kitchen.

“morning ‘chako” you smiled at her and she smiled at you, izuku attached to her hip. “morning zuku” you nodded and he nodded back.

you spot shoto coming down, “hey sho, morning” you said waving at him. “good morning y/n. how did you sleep last night?” he asks you coming to lean on the couch as he watched you eat.

“fine” you shrugged trying to brush off the fact youre absolutely hurt. “well you look nice” he mentions and you smiled up at him. “thank you sho” you smiled widely, high fiving him.

sero comes down and stands with todoroki. “hey wanna walk to class with us?” sero asks you and you nod finishing the last scoop in your bowl and handing your bag to sero.

“let me wash this real quick” you mumbled quickly moving to the kitchen again. “it was my granola bitch” bakugo mutters out as soon as you enter the kitchen.

its just him and kirishima in there and they take this as the opportunity to question you. “hey so what ever happened with…” bakugo whispers leaning forward as he and kirishima look intrigued.

you sat down and explained. “okay so i went in and basically i wanted to have sex with him” you struggled finding the right words. “and we uh we did kinda” you breathed out trying not to break into tears.

“im stupid. i said i love you to him” you muttered the last part as tears well up in your eyes. “he said he didnt reciprocate the same feelings which is alright” you sniffled wiping a tear that fell down.

“it was mid fuck too so none of us finished” you shake your head. “im okay” you nodded breathing in deeply as you looked up at them.

kirishima got up and pulled you into a hug. “guys are stupid” you wrap your arms around his waist. “thank you kiri” you mumbled against his chest.

“and who knows maybe class prez is too pussy” bakugo shrugged, getting up and wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you close to him.

“thank you kats” you mumbled and he hesistantly stroked your hair. “kats is pushing it sweets” he mumbles, his playful tone evident in his voice.

iida walks in bidding a good morning to you all. he opens the fridge grabbing his orange juice as kirishima finishes washing your dish for you.

bakugo guides you to stand, bidding a goodbye to iida and wrapping an arm around your waist and out the kitchen.

make it awkward.

[moonstruckme]

James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. Sirius had tried rubbing your leg and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead. 

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before. 

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“By your eyes?” 

“No.” 

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?” 

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.” 

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels. 

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus. 

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.” 

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up. 

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. 

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained. 

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now. 

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?” 

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his boyfriend’s heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now. 

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.” 

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.” 

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.” 

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.

[bloomzone]

ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴᴄᴀʀᴇ (ᴛᴇᴀ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ)

Drinking tea offers several overall skin benefits due to its natural properties. Tea helps to reduce inflammation, which can minimize redness and irritation on the skin. It also provides hydration, supporting a healthy, moisturized complexion. Additionally, the antioxidants in tea protect the skin from environmental damage and premature aging. These compounds help promote a more youthful and glowing appearance by combating oxidative stress. Regular tea consumption supports the skin's overall health and vitality, making it an excellent addition to a skincare routine !!!

1. Green Tea & Lemon : glow

Purpose: Brightens the skin and fights free radicals that cause aging.

𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

1 green tea bag or 1 tsp of loose green tea

1 cup of hot water

1 tsp honey (optional)

Juice of ½ fresh lemon

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

1. Boil water and steep the green tea bag or loose leaves for 3–5 minutes.

2. Remove the tea bag and add honey (if desired) for sweetness.

3. Squeeze in the juice of ½ lemon, stir well, and enjoy.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Green Tea: Rich in polyphenols, particularly catechins, which protect the skin from UV damage and have anti-aging effects.

Lemon: High in Vitamin C, it brightens the skin and supports collagen production.

2. Chamomile & Honey Tea : soothing

Purpose: Soothes irritated skin, reduces redness, and promotes healing.

𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

1 chamomile tea bag or 1 tsp dried chamomile flowers

1 cup hot water

1 tsp raw honey

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

1. Steep the chamomile tea bag or flowers in hot water for 5 minutes.

2. Remove the bag or strain the flowers and add honey.

3. Stir and enjoy while it’s warm.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Chamomile: Contains antioxidants and anti-inflammatory compounds that calm irritated skin, reduce redness, and heal blemishes.

Honey: Naturally antibacterial and hydrating, helping to nourish and cleanse your skin from within.

3. Rose Hip & Mint Skin Tea : hydration

Purpose: Provides intense hydration and repairs skin tissue.

𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

1 rose hip tea bag or 1 tsp dried rose hips

1 cup hot water

4–5 fresh mint leaves

1 tsp honey (optional)

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

1. Brew the rose hip tea by steeping the tea bag or dried rose hips in hot water for 5 minutes.

2. Add fresh mint leaves and let them steep for an additional 2 minutes.

3. Strain and stir in honey if desired.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Rose Hip: Rich in Vitamin C and essential fatty acids, it helps repair skin cells, brightens, and fights pigmentation.

Mint: Refreshing, helps soothe irritated skin, and has antiseptic properties.

4. Turmeric & Ginger Tea : antiinflammatories

Purpose: Reduces inflammation, fights acne, and brightens the skin.

𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

1 tsp ground turmeric

1 tsp grated ginger root (or ½ tsp ground ginger)

1 cup hot water

A pinch of black pepper (to enhance turmeric absorption)

1 tsp honey or maple syrup

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

1. In a cup, mix the turmeric, ginger, and black pepper.

2. Pour hot water over the mixture and stir well.

3. Add honey or maple syrup for sweetness, then stir again.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Turmeric: Known for its powerful anti-inflammatory properties and its ability to reduce acne scars and improve skin tone.

Ginger: Has antioxidants that help fight free radicals and reduce puffiness and redness in the skin.

𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦:

Morning: Green Tea & Lemon

Midday/Afternoon: Rose Hip & Mint Skin Tea

Evening: Chamomile & Honey Tea

Anytime (or after meals): Turmeric & Ginger Tea

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 )

3–4x per week: Turmeric & Ginger Tea → Reduces long-term inflammation and supports skin healing.

Daily or every other day: Green Tea & Lemon & Rose Hip & Mint → Hydration + glow.

Nightly or having a stressful day ? : Chamomile & Honey → Helps skin recover while you sleep.

@bloomzone

[gold-onthe-inside]

debriefing

v. def. the systematic questioning of individuals to procure information to answer specific collection requirements by direct and indirect questioning techniques.

who? spencer reid (s7) x analyst!reader summary: the one where you finally confront the thing between you and spencer content warnings: none word count: 2.5k

You couldn’t sleep, restlessly turning in bed as flashes of Spencer torment you - vaguely remembering his hand on your ankle as he slid your heels off, kneeling in front of you with his hands grasping yours, his firm grip on your arm, his hand on your lower back, guiding you downstairs. “The team knows that my priority is you.”

You feel like a teenager trying to decipher whether a boy likes you. More importantly, you have to go back to work in 5 hours, and if he doesn’t like you the way you think he does, then there’s no point losing sleep over it. A wave of frustration washes over you, stuffing a pillow in your face as if that could remove the imprint Spencer’s made on your brain.

The pillow falls to the side, leaving you staring at the ceiling with a desire to kill or kiss Spencer, and since neither of those were options to you, you did the next best thing. You knocked on the partition between Penelope’s room and the living room. She had dragged you through Lord knew how many thrift stores and flea markets to put together this magical room that was a cross between Turkish royalty and California in the 60s. The woman, your best friend, bless her heart, woke up with a slight grumble, pushing the unicorn kitty eye mask up (apparently it reduced dark circles, and seeing as she didn’t have any while you were left to suffer, it must work) to attend to your distress.

“Honey, it’s 2 in the morning, can we talk about this in daylight?” Penelope asked, her saccharine voice a soft rumble in her sleep.

“It’s about Reid,” you said, hearing how pathetic you sounded, standing on the step to the raised platform that led to her bedroom. But it seemed to perk her up, and she got up faster than you’ve ever seen her wake in the 10 years you’ve known her.

“I’ll put on a pot of tea,” she announced, moving to the kitchen.

“I-I don’t need tea,” you said uselessly to the whirlwind you called your roommate, trudging across the floor to the kitchen.

“Do you even remember the last time you came to me with boy problems?” Penelope asked you, grabbing her teapot and dropping bags of masala chai in it before setting it to boil on the stove while you parse through your memory, coming up empty. “That’s right. Never. Not once in the entire history of our friendship have you ever come to me about a boy,” Penelope continued and you sink into a seat on the bar stool.

“Because there’s never been anyone worth talking about,” you replied, rubbing your face. “God, how did I let this happen?”

“Let what happen?” Penelope asked, sitting next to you.

“This,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “I don’t lose sleep over guys, and it’s like Spencer just… snuck up on me and now he just lives in my brain or something.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Yes, it’s horrible and embarrassing and—”

“You really like him,” Penelope finished for you, watching your hands fall to the kitchen island.

“I really like him,” you admitted, letting out a disgruntled sigh as you dropped your head into your hands.

“Sweetie, it’s okay,” Penelope assured you, trying not to laugh as she rubbed your back. “And for what it’s worth, he’s a really good guy. A little nuts, but a really good guy.”

“He’s not nuts,” you muttered and Penelope really wants to laugh. The idea of you defending a boy from Penelope’s words was such a far stretch from who you were as a person…

“He also really likes you,” Penelope told you, tilting her head to try and find your eyes. “Seriously, he was hounding me the other day asking if you were into that Jack Ryan-esque new guy or not.”

“He was hounding you?” you asked, looking up with a skeptical brow.

“As in took up residence in my office until I gave it up,” Penelope clarified and you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as the teapot whistled. You watched as Penelope poured you a cup of tea with a little milk, just the way you like it.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” you asked, taking the cup and slowly spinning it as you waited for it to cool. “I don’t want to have to avoid him forever. Or put you in a weird position with me and him.”

“What if it does work out and you fall in love and have adorable genius babies?” Penelope countered, making you furrow your brow.

“That sounds so much scarier,” you muttered and she sighed.

“Look, sweetie, as much as it pains me to admit it, he makes you the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Penelope told you. “Seriously, I have video footage.”

“Delete it,” you tell her immediately, putting on your most serious face, but after 10 years, she’s grown immune.

“You’ll never find it,” she sings, sipping her tea. You suck your cheek in, staring at your tea.

“So… what, I just… tell him?” you asked and you looked so clueless that Penelope had to giggle just a little. “Don’t laugh.”

“I swear to God, you two are so meant for each other, it’s written in the stars,” Penelope said, laughing. “Yes, baby doll, you tell him. Because Lord knows he’s not gonna tell you. He’s been dancing around his feelings so long, he could be Kevin Bacon in Footloose.”

“But I don’t want to,” you protested childishly. “Can’t I just ignore it?”

“Not if you want to sleep at night,” Penelope said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and you pursed your lips.

“I hate this.”

“Yeah, that’s what being in love is,” she replied. “Welcome, it sucks.” You hummed, disgruntled, and sipped your tea.

You’re close to clocking out for the day when Penelope’s heels clack against linoleum, rapidly approaching your cubicle. “The time is now,” she hissed and you frowned immediately, pressing the back of your hand to her temple.

“Are you okay?” you asked and Penelope shook her head.

“Morgan’s setting Reid up on a double date, I couldn’t talk him out of it,” Penelope said rapidly.

“Wait, what?” you asked and Penelope growled in frustration, pulling you out of your desk and towards the elevators.

“You remember the blonde girl who worked with us last year, her father was a serial killer, she transferred to Swann’s unit? Ashley?”

“Yeah,” you said hesitantly. You’d helped Penelope bake cupcakes for Ashley’s graduation from the Academy — and swatted Kevin when he tried to swipe more than he was given.

“Yeah, well, Morgan’s got a date to this Hitchcock Festival, and he wanted to make it a double date—”

“Why? Double dates suck,” you interrupted, completely missing the point and Penelope shook your shoulder.

“Do you hear the words coming out of my mouth? Spencer is going on a date and it’s not with you.”

Passers-by look at the two of you strangely before walking off and you pressed the button to the lift in an attempt to look normal.

“So what?” you asked half-heartedly. “I’m sure Ashley’s a great person.”

Penelope looked like she wanted to pry open the lift doors and throw you down the shaft. “Her father is the Redmond Ripper, is that what you want for Spencer? For his future father-in-law to be a serial killer?” she demanded, the last few words coming out as a hiss and your lips part. Words, you remind yourself.

“It wouldn’t go that far,” you said, sounding weak even to yourself as you both step inside the lift.

“You don’t know that,” Penelope retorted. “Maybe they go on one date, maybe two. Next thing you know, he’s asking Charles Beauchamp for his daughter’s hand in marriage.”

You’ve just been following Penelope’s lead, and it doesn’t strike you that you’re headed to the BAU until the lift opens again and you’re standing face to face with half the team. Spencer’s brow furrowed as he recognised you, JJ glancing at Penelope curiously and Derek grinning at the both of you.

“Hey, what are you doing up here?” Derek asked, with a lot more charm and casualness than Spencer could have mustered.

There’s a shove from behind you, Penelope pushing you out as she chirped. “She wants to talk to you,” she said, ambivalent to your horrified expression as she pointed at Spencer.

“Me?” he asked, meek and slightly alarmed, going through every interaction of the past 7 years to check if he’d done something wrong. Derek and JJ shared a glance, with every intention to stay and listen, until Penelope pulled them both inside the lift.

“Bye!” she chirped, immune to your glare, waving as the lift closed. You stared at the lift, your escape route disappearing before your eyes, Spencer’s glued to you. His fingers drummed on the belt of his satchel, lips pursed in anticipation, heart hammering in his chest as you take a breath and look at him. Of course he had to wear purple today.

“Um… Penelope said you were going on a date,” you started slowly, hands sliding into your pockets despite your sweaty palms.

“Yeah, Morgan kind of roped me into it,” Spencer said, his expression turning pained. “We had this practical joke war and the truce agreement means I have to go on a double date with him. It’s a… whole thing, what did you want to talk about?”

You sucked your cheek in, a telltale sign that something was making you anxious. “So… you don’t want to go on the date?” you asked, tentative and Spencer furrowed his brow.

“Not… enthusiastically, but Seaver’s- I mean, Ashley’s nice, so…”

“But you don’t like her,” you reasoned slowly, gauging his responses so analytically that you could have your own desk here.

“I don’t not like her?” he asked, his forehead wrinkling more and more as the conversation went on.

“Right,” you said quietly, having run out of questions. “Cool, so… I’m gonna go. Have fun on your… date?”

He’s never seen you this unsettled, this flustered, especially around him, and cute as it is, it worried him, his hand reaching out to nudge your elbow before you could run off. “Are you okay?” he asked, deeply concerned.

“Yeah, no, Penelope’s just… um…” You closed your eyes, took a breath, and internally went, Fuck it. “If you don’t like her, don’t go,” you said, looking at him again. Bad decision. You really want to kiss him.

“Okay… But I kind of already agreed to go,” Spencer said, shifting where he stood nervously.

“I… I don’t want you to go,” you said, hoping he would extrapolate the meaning, but of course he doesn’t. He just narrows his eyes in confusion.

“You don’t—”

“I’m asking you not to go,” you insisted, your heart in your throat. You might actually cry if he goes anyway. A beat passed, Spencer just looking into your pleading eyes.

“Okay,” he said eventually, moving to press the lift button, and it’s your turn to frown.

“Okay? That’s it? I asked you not to go and you’re not going?”

“Pretty much,” he replied casually, moving to call up the lift. “Besides, Hitchcock movies don’t really have the same appeal after you know who the murderer is. I mean, it’s nice to appreciate the cinematography of the whole thing, but once you know who the killer in Psycho is, there’s only so many times you can rewatch it before it becomes predictable. Now, if it was something like a novel, that’s a different story, because literature can be interpreted so many ways, and Arthur Conan Doyle still appeals after the third or fourth time you read—”

“You’re not going?” you repeated, standing there, completely struck by him and he looked at you, as though puzzled that you were still stuck on it.

“You told me not to,” he said, concerned again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His hand flitted up to press against your temple and you froze, his hand drifting down to your neck to check your pulse, which fluttered when he touched it.

“Why would you just… I mean, how can you just listen to me like that?” you managed to ask and he dropped his hand, slightly amused.

“You’re impossible, you know that,” he said, the lift opening and he waited for you to get in first, his arm keeping it open. “I mean, I don’t listen to you, you argue with me. I listen to you, and you’re still arguing with me. Is there any way to win with you?”

You ignored the easy avenue into a catfight, still looking at him. “She could be the love of your life and you’re just not gonna go because I—”

“She’s not,” he said, his voice plain and firm. “Will you get in so I don’t have to hold this forever?”

“You don’t know that she’s not,” you continued, frowning at him. “She could be the woman you spend your life with—”

“She’s not,” he said again, just as firmly as before. Fact. Not opinion. Not doubt. He looked at you intently, your throat moving as you swallow, not that there’s anything there with your mouth completely dried out.

She’s not the love of his life.

The team knows that my priority is you.

Whatever happens next, I am here. I won’t leave, not unless you ask me to.

You have people. Even if you can’t see them.

How many times had he told you how he felt without saying it? “I’m such an idiot,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I have no business calling myself an intelligence analyst when you…” He frowned at you as you trailed off, still holding the stupid lift open. Penelope was right. All along, she was right. You crossed the foot between the two of you. “Spencer Reid, will you go out with me?” you asked, your voice calm, finally finding yourself on even footing with him. “Properly, I mean. On a date.” No more cryptic codes to decipher, no more dancing around each other. Everything had been decoded, deciphered, plain to see.

“I…” He blinked at you in surprise. “Really?” he asked, almost in disbelief, then checked down the hall like someone was watching him.

“Not a practical joke, I promise,” you said, your heart settling back in your chest. “We could get a drink, see a movie, I couldn’t care less what we do, I just… Spencer, I like you. A lot. And if you don’t want to, which, I mean, fair enough, your call, but—”

He crosses whatever gap is left between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours and grasping your jaw and your hands emerge from your pockets, holding his waist as he takes your breath away. His fingers threaded into your hair, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and you kissed him back, pulling away only when your lungs ached for air. His eyes are bright and dilated when he looked down at you, lights glittering in his clear gaze. “I want to,” he murmured, a slight rasp. “Very much.”

[astra-ravana]

Obscure Herbs

Here’s a list of rare or lesser-known herbs and their magickal correspondences, many of which are overlooked in modern witchcraft and occult practices.

1. Cock's Comb (Alectorolophus)

• Magickal Uses: Protection, strength, and victory in battles (physical or spiritual).

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Ares, Sekhmet

• Use: Burn as incense before conflict or challenging situations for courage.

2. Asarabacca (Asarum europaeum)

• Magickal Uses: Psychic visions, breaking hexes, uncovering hidden truths.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Moon

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Thoth

• Use: Place under the pillow for prophetic dreams or use in a tea for divination.

3. Balmony (Chelone glabra)

• Magickal Uses: Healing, emotional cleansing, renewal.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Neptune

• Associated Deities: Oshun, Brigid

• Use: Burn in purification rituals or use in healing baths.

4. Birthwort (Aristolochia)

• Magickal Uses: Transformation, banishing negativity, aiding childbirth.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Ereshkigal, Demeter

• Use: Used in ancient childbirth rituals; can be burned for removing stagnant energies.

5. Blue Cohosh (Caulophyllum thalictroides)

• Magickal Uses: Feminine power, protection of mothers, fertility.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Hathor, Freyja

• Use: Carried as a charm for protection during pregnancy.

6. Calamint (Calamintha)

• Magickal Uses: Clarity, focus, preventing deception.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Hermes, Odin

• Use: Burned to enhance mental acuity or added to charm bags for clear thinking.

7. Clary Sage (Salvia sclarea)

• Magickal Uses: Psychic awareness, third-eye activation, dream recall.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Jupiter

• Associated Deities: Apollo, Isis

• Use: Used in dream pillows or burned to enhance trance states.

8. Dittany of Crete (Origanum dictamnus)

• Magickal Uses: Spirit summoning, astral travel, love spells.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Aphrodite, Hades

• Use: Burned to enhance spiritual contact, especially in necromantic rites.

9. Figwort (Scrophularia nodosa)

• Magickal Uses: Protection against hostile spirits, shapeshifting, banishment.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Anubis

• Use: Worn as an amulet for protection during spiritual work.

10. Fleabane (Erigeron)

• Magickal Uses: Exorcism, warding off pests (physical and energetic).

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Thor, Sekhmet

• Use: Sprinkled around a home to drive away negative energies.

11. Goat’s Rue (Galega officinalis)

• Magickal Uses: Strength, endurance, prosperity.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Pan, Cernunnos

• Use: Carried for perseverance in long-term endeavors.

12. Golden Ragwort (Packera aurea)

• Magickal Uses: Wealth, success, protection of one’s legacy.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Jupiter

• Associated Deities: Fortuna, Lakshmi

• Use: Used in prosperity spells or worn to attract wealth.

13. Herb Robert (Geranium robertianum)

• Magickal Uses: Luck, secrecy, invisibility.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Loki, Hermes

• Use: Carried to avoid detection in magical workings.

14. Ladies’ Bedstraw (Galium verum)

• Magickal Uses: Love, protection, attracting kindness.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Aphrodite, Freyja

• Use: Placed under the bed to attract love or harmony.

15. Lungwort (Pulmonaria)

• Magickal Uses: Breath control, speaking the truth, strengthening the voice.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Hermes, Saraswati

• Use: Used in spells for eloquence and clear speech.

16. Masterwort (Peucedanum ostruthium)

• Magickal Uses: Power, dominance, authority.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Sun

• Associated Deities: Zeus, Helios

• Use: Worn as a talisman to strengthen personal influence.

17. Moonwort (Botrychium lunaria)

• Magickal Uses: Unlocking hidden doors, breaking barriers, lunar magick.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Moon

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Selene

• Use: Used to enhance lunar rituals and to aid astral travel.

18. Pennyroyal (Mentha pulegium)

• Magickal Uses: Banishing, repelling unwanted influences, protection.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Ares, Lilith

• Use: Burned for spiritual cleansing or carried for warding off manipulation.

19. Self-Heal (Prunella vulgaris)

• Magickal Uses: Healing, self-improvement, resilience.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Brigid, Isis

• Use: Used in healing rituals or teas for emotional restoration.

20. Toadflax (Linaria vulgaris)

• Magickal Uses: Warding off curses, preventing deception, protection.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Sun

• Associated Deities: Apollo, Ra

• Use: Carried to prevent betrayal or used in warding spells.

21. Alkanet (Alkanna tinctoria)

• Magickal Uses: Protection, prosperity, hex-breaking.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Pluto

• Use: Used in protection sachets and to anoint tools for grounding energy.

22. Angel’s Trumpet (Brugmansia spp.)

• Magickal Uses: Spirit communication, trance work, crossing between realms.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Neptune

• Associated Deities: Hekate, The Morrigan

• Use: Placed on an altar to enhance dream work and astral projection. (Highly toxic—do not ingest.)

23. Azedarach (Melia azedarach) – Chinaberry

• Magickal Uses: Warding off evil, breaking toxic attachments, commanding respect.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Ares, Kali

• Use: Leaves are carried in a sachet for personal empowerment and protection.

24. Bistort (Persicaria bistorta)

• Magickal Uses: Fertility, purification, emotional healing.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Brigid, Freyja

• Use: Used in fertility rites or healing spells for emotional wounds.

25. Bog Myrtle (Myrica gale)

• Magickal Uses: Psychic enhancement, dream work, repelling negative energy.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Odin, Hermes

• Use: Burned as incense to enhance lucid dreaming and divination.

26. Bugloss (Anchusa officinalis)

• Magickal Uses: Courage, strengthening the will, truth-seeking.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Sun

• Associated Deities: Apollo, Thor

• Use: Carried or worn as an amulet to boost confidence and resolve.

27. Carline Thistle (Carlina vulgaris)

• Magickal Uses: Warding off disease, exorcism, strength against enemies.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Ares, Sekhmet

• Use: Hung in doorways or carried as a charm to ward off malevolent forces.

28. Celandine (Chelidonium majus)

• Magickal Uses: Success, legal matters, prophetic visions.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Jupiter

• Associated Deities: Hermes, Zeus

• Use: Used in court-case spells or placed under the pillow for prophetic dreams.

29. Centaury (Centaurium erythraea)

• Magickal Uses: Strength, breaking bad habits, healing emotional wounds.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Sun

• Associated Deities: Chiron, Asclepius

• Use: Brewed into teas for spiritual cleansing and breaking negative patterns.

30. Cudweed (Filago vulgaris)

• Magickal Uses: Spirit communication, necromancy, ancestor work.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Anubis, Hel

• Use: Burned as incense during séances or placed on ancestral altars.

31. Dropwort (Filipendula vulgaris)

• Magickal Uses: Love, attraction, enhancing charm.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Venus

• Associated Deities: Aphrodite, Freyja

• Use: Added to bath rituals for attracting a lover or enhancing beauty.

32. Elephant’s Head (Pedicularis groenlandica)

• Magickal Uses: Dreamwork, expanding consciousness, energy flow.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Uranus

• Associated Deities: Thoth, Morpheus

• Use: Used in rituals for astral projection and dream enhancement.

33. Fumitory (Fumaria officinalis)

• Magickal Uses: Exorcism, purification, breaking hexes.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Kali

• Use: Burned to cleanse a space or added to baths for spiritual protection.

34. Great Burnet (Sanguisorba officinalis)

• Magickal Uses: Strength in adversity, courage, endurance.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Odin, Athena

• Use: Used in talismans for resilience and overcoming hardship.

35. Hound’s Tongue (Cynoglossum officinale)

• Magickal Uses: Binding, loyalty, controlling gossip.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Hekate, Hermes

• Use: Used in spells to stop malicious talk and encourage faithfulness.

36. Jacob’s Ladder (Polemonium caeruleum)

• Magickal Uses: Divine connection, wisdom, accessing higher knowledge.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Jupiter

• Associated Deities: Zeus, Thoth

• Use: Used in meditation to enhance spiritual insight.

37. Loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria)

• Magickal Uses: Peace, balancing emotions, calming conflicts.

• Element: Water

• Planet: Moon

• Associated Deities: Kuan Yin, Selene

• Use: Burned or carried for emotional balance and conflict resolution.

38. Mouse-ear Hawkweed (Pilosella officinarum)

• Magickal Uses: Clairvoyance, invisibility, sharpening the mind.

• Element: Air

• Planet: Mercury

• Associated Deities: Loki, Hermes

• Use: Used in vision-enhancing spells or to increase focus.

39. Pellitory of the Wall (Parietaria judaica)

• Magickal Uses: Breaking barriers, removing obstacles, gaining access.

• Element: Earth

• Planet: Saturn

• Associated Deities: Janus, Ganesha

• Use: Used in road-opening spells to remove blockages to success.

40. Scabious (Scabiosa columbaria)

• Magickal Uses: Protection against deceit, uncovering hidden enemies.

• Element: Fire

• Planet: Mars

• Associated Deities: Ares, Nemesis

• Use: Carried as an amulet for protection in matters of secrecy or deception.

[inkdrinkerworld]

can i request a girl flirting with spencer but he is too oblivious to understand she is flirting (bc of course he doesnt) so he keeps talking to her, and reader (they are dating) is FURIOUS and he is sooooo confused. i think it could be funny 🤭

post prison!spencer x sunshine!reader are out with the team when spencer gets sidetracked, you don't like that he is. 1.2k

You’re frowning into your long island iced tea. The entire team can see it and Luke is itching to make a comment. He also knows that despite your sunny disposition you might kick his shin under the table. 

“You could always just go bring him back here,” Matt says, sipping his beer as he watches you burn holes into Spencer’s back. 

You’re not jealous, no matter what any of them might imply. 

“He’s a big boy. If he doesn’t want her flirting with him, he can just leave.” 

JJ laughs into her drink, Penelope rolls her eyes as she chews her cherry and Emily shakes her head at you. 

Spencer likely will remove himself from the girl if he doesn’t want to be flirted with- but since he’s been there for the last twenty minutes you suspect he isn’t as into you as they’ve all suggested. 

It was silly of you to let your heart be captured by a man fresh out of prison you suppose. Your frown worsens at your thoughts, Spencer isn’t the ‘lead a girl on,’ type. Still you feel the hot and heavy sting of jealousy and something bitter settle in your chest. 

“He’s still a bit awkward about this,” You roll your eyes this time. They all talk of Spencer like he’s a thirty three year old virgin. He isn’t. You know he isn’t because Penelope had informed you that he’d been in serious relationships before. 

Not that you’d wanted to know. 

When Spencer comes back, you’re itching for a game of cards and the rest of your team is itching for some sort of reaction from either of you. 

It’s been clear over the ten months you’ve been working at the BAU, that you and Spencer have begun to orbit each other. You’re like Pluto and Charon. You bring each other breakfast, make each other’s coffee, you were even almost halfway in his lap on the jet the other day ‘doing crosswords.’ You really were doing crosswords. 

They suspect you’re both just too oblivious (you) and frightened (Spencer) to do anything about the feelings everyone can see you have. 

“Sorry I took so long,” though he says the words loud enough for the entire group to hear, his eyes are on you. 

“Did you at least get her number?” You kick Luke in the shin then, earning a smirk from the man across from you. Maybe if you put salt in his protein powder he’ll relent. 

“What?” Spencer asks, sipping his rum and coke. He brushes a curl of hair from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear. 

You reach into your bag and pull out your sparkly deck of cards and shuffle them. “Oh are we doing readings?” Penelope asks, you don’t trust the peachiness of her tone. 

“The girl from the bar.” Matt clarifies for Spencer, whose eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. 

“Why would I get her number?” JJ looks at you with a, ‘do you see what we’re saying,’ look but you only shake your head. 

You don’t care if Spencer did get her number or if he’d been flirting back with her. You’re not dating. You don’t care. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. 

“She was flirting with you man.” Luke says and Spencer shrugs, leaning into you as Penelope takes the cards from you. They’re only playing cards, but she’s been trying to get you to read them as well as she reads tarot. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispers in favour of a reply to Luke, eyebrows knitted together when you shrug him out of your space. 

“Fine.” Emily chuckles which only worsens Spencer’s frown. 

“Hey, what about this song?” JJ says, the entire group dispersing. Penelope is the last to go, leaving the ace of hearts face up on the table. 

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asks, hand reaching for your chin. You shake your head from his hand. Spencer feels burned. 

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.” You make it a point to stress the word friends and Spencer almost flinches. 

“I don’t believe you.” he says the words plainly. “Are you upset with me?” You turn to face him then, face stony, an expression on your face Spencer has never seen. Other than that day you were on the phone with your brother. 

“Why would I be upset with you? You’re just the clueless thirty three year old everyone thinks can’t tell when a pretty girl at the bar is flirting with him.” Your words are hushed and low, your eyes dark in the poorly lit booth. 

Spencer sighs, his shoulders reaching his ears before falling. “You’re jealous?” 

You grumble, no point in hiding what is so very clear. “You flirt with me for ten months, and then you spend almost thirty minutes letting a stranger put their hands all over you and come back here like you didn’t know she was flirting? If you just wanted the attention you could’ve said so from the beginning, Spencer Reid.” 

There’s no ‘Doctor,’ before his name that lets him know you’re being playful or funny. No, your words and your expression are the iciest thing he thinks he’s ever witnessed. You sound hurt more than anything and that makes Spencer’s heart crack right down the middle. 

His hand reaches for your chin, turning you to face him. “I didn’t just want attention, you know that,”

You roll your eyes, “Oh do I?” Spencer likes this attitude on you, he can’t even pretend to lie to himself. He just doesn’t like the way you doubt him. 

“I like you. You know I like you. Yes, the woman at the bar was flirting with me, but the conversation was being redirected. She was flirting with me till I told her I wasn’t interested and that I had someone waiting for me.” 

You don’t believe him, “Took you twenty eight minutes to do that?” 

Spencer smiles then, pressing his forehead into yours. “You’re worked up, sweet girl.” The nickname settles you a little. “It took me a little to catch on. I’ll admit it takes some getting used to from total strangers. But I didn’t enjoy her flirting with me if that’s what you’re really asking.”

Spencer’s thumb presses into the slight divot in your chin, your eyes stuck on his as he refuses to break eye contact. “I only want you to flirt with me.” 

Your breath hitches, Spencer smiles. “You let her touch you.” He laughs at how petulant you sound, he knows your grip on your anger is slipping. 

“Am I supposed to push her hands off me?” You nod and Spencer lets his nose run along your jaw. “You’re too much.” 

Spencer doesn’t leave your side the rest of the night.

[marilynthornhilllover]

hi do u think u could do Agatha Harkness & innocent reader smut please 💕💕

{ The “virgin” }

Mbf!Agatha harkness x innocent reader

Warning: ( NSFW! Do not read if you’re not over the age of 18, includes adult sex information) masturbation (r! Receiving), fingering (r! Receiving), clit play , talk of watching porn, talk of sex toys, forced orgasm, breast play, praise kink, first time cumming.

A/n: had this in my box unposted for far too long, sorry for the long wait hope you enjoy!

Agatha was your mom’s best friend since childhood. They were very close since high school and have always stayed that way. Growing up Agatha was like your second mom. Always taking you to school, picking you up, dropping you off to dance practice when your mom had to work late nights, taking you out on tea party dates and ensuring that she took pictures and videos so you mom wouldn’t beat herself up for thinking she’s missing out on your childhood.

By the time you were ready to go to high school Agatha had moved states and your mom had decided to completely remove you from the outside world. She made you switch schools, and would sometimes make you take online classes when she had a night shift and couldn’t pick you up. She completely locked you away from society and civilization. You didn’t have friends, you didn’t go out, you never drank or smoke, you never had a normal life.

You were always at home either reading or listening to music���sobbing your youth away. For your last year in high school she finally allowed you to live a little. You were able to do big girl stuff, like drink alcohol for the first time, vape once, attend wild and crazy parties, sneak out, and all the teenage stuff you had missed out on. And finally you were able to make cool popular friends who shared the same interests as you and who had your back.

But there was one thing. You never had sex. You’d listen to all your friends talk about it and pretend that you have, telling them stories of times you would randomly hook up with guys and sneak out just to have sex, and times you’d do it for fun then ghost them or break their hearts or times you’d do it for the money. You were a really pretty girl and lots of guys would hide the front of their pants everytime you walked past them. They were all crazy over you but you didn’t wanna date anyone until you knew enough stuff about sex so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

You’d often watch porn but it often wasn’t real enough so you’d go to sex shows or strip clubs. You’d join sex group chats where girls sent their nudes or sex tapes. You’d read journals about how to orgasm, squirt, ride a dick, suck one, sex positions and all the crazy stuff. None of which you knew how to do.

So when you heard that Agatha was coming to visit,you thought that you’d speak to her about it personally since you’ve never talked to your mom about your feelings and you were kinda scared to do so, because often times she’d tell you to don’t have boyfriends and never get caught up in sexual activities— classical.

You had your last course work exams today and you were completely and utterly exhausted and sexually frustrated. You were doing human biology and part of your class today was learning about sex and the different type of orgasms.

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When you got home you didn’t bother to check your phone and maybe you should have because then you would have saw the message from your mom stating that Agatha was back in town and going to be spending the night because she had a late night shift and that she should be coming over anytime soon, so keep the doors unlocked.

Once you saw that house was completely empty, You went straight to your room and gently closed the door. You tossed your bag aside and quickly removed all piece of clothing from your body. You laid on your bed, pillow underneath your hips as you laid there completely naked and sprawled out. You closed your eyes and reflected on the orgasm videos you once used to watch.

First you started by playing with your breast, small light gropes before twisting and pulling your nipples. Then your hand made its way down your stomach gently drawing shapes and caressing the soft flesh, when you got to your mound you slowly parted your legs and allowed your hand to wonder. You carefully started toying with your clit. Just as you saw in the porn videos. Slow, small and gentle circles around the small bud.

Your back arched slightly as your head fell back. You could feel all the slick from your cunt on your fingers coating them so sinfully. A soft moan escaped from your throat as your finger went down further exploring, your depths. you swirled your finger around your entrance before gasping softly. You’ve never had anything up there in a while since the time your mom had almost caught you riding your friends dildo in her bathroom. You had to lie about your moaning being coughing because you were getting sick.

Soon frustration started to build up within you. You increased the pace of your fingers, desperate for some sort of release or high but nothing came. You felt a small tingling in your stomach but it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. At this point you were just forcing an orgasm, you weren’t totally in the moment and the sexy, horny feeling that you once felt was now gone and replaced with unease.

“ fuck! Gosh just cum already” you huffed as you sat up and removed your hands from your cunt wiping off the tip of your fingers with wipes. Sighing you laid back against the headboard and closed your eyes.

“ my love?” Your eyes snapped open when you heard the familiar voice. It was Agatha. She was standing in your door way, arms crossed with a slight concerned look but maybe for a moment you saw a glint behind her eyes or maybe you were imagining things. You quickly covered yourself with your blanket before she proceeded to approach you.

“ how long were you standing there?” the question came out a little more harsh than you may have intended because you saw the way she stopped in her tracks and looked at you. She stared at your figure for a while before smirking.

“ long enough to observe that you have no sex drive….. so who’s the boy you’re trying to impress?” Your eyes widen at her statement before huffing and rolling over on the bed, giving her a little space to sit.

“ 1. there’s no boy, 2. You weren’t supposed to see that and 3. Please don’t tell mom” Agatha smiled softly at you before her hand reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“ I won’t….. but you have to let me help you first. “

That’s how you ended up with her three fingers knuckle deep in your dripping cunt. Your cunt gladly sucked in her fingers ,clenching down on all three digits. You were a complete moaning mess for her. With your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head….. the entire scene was utterly and completely sinful. But god did it feel so good. Her fingers were hitting a spongy spot in you felt magical.

Unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Your thighs were closing in on her as your toes curled every now and then.

“ oh—oh my fucking god!SHIT—“ you cried out as your body twitched when she opened your legs wider allowing her to go a little deeper. Her fingers would curl every time they thrusted into you, the more audible you were the faster she would fuck her fingers into you. Your grip on the sheets were detrimental as you began to see stars.

“ yeah baby girl? Right there? It feels good when mommy’s does that?” Your mind was fuzzy and your skin was bathing in sweat, the once so innocent girl was now a moaning whore for her own mother’s childhood best friend. You started to feel that familiar burning sensation in your lower tummy and it felt strange this time. Demanding or forcing.

You tried to ease away from Agatha’s fingers a bit but she held your hips firmly.

“ w-wait,oh god! Stop, I think I’m gonna c—“ before you could finish your sentence Agatha pushes your legs above your chest fucking you deeper from a different angle as a sinister smirk took over her face. All you could hear was the sqlueching noise from her knuckles connecting over and over again in a brutal attempt to push you over and edge and with a few more thrust you were gone completely.

You came with a silent cry as you cling onto the bed sheets for dear life, your thighs shook vigorously as you continued to soar high at cloud nine. You’ve never experienced anything like this. It felt like heaven. Agatha’s fingers was still working you through your climax as you slowly started to regain your senses. She removed her fingers from your trenches before placing them in her mouth.

A soft but audible moan was heard from her before she smiled softly down at you.

“ do you have anything else in mind that you wanna learn sweetheart, your mom doesn’t get home till 7 and I have all weekend…..” oh brother…….

[love-ardour-anarchism]

urban anarchist type autism is i know all the plants on my home street i recognize all common graffiti tags and i have favourites

i can tell you 16 places off the top of my head that the tag "333" in this one specific archaic style is found

i notice new tags, i see you unheard souls

i watch the tiny sapling, canadian maple, it has spent months trying to force its way through sidewalk concrete and i'd try and rehome it if its roots weren't caught there underneath

i have the city council queer representation person on e-mail speed dial, i carry 12 types of pen to cover up hateful graffiti and i carry industrial cleaner and a scraper to get rid of bigoted stickers and nazi propaganda

and in an envelope that i was given by my lover/friend i carry uncountable amounts of stickers

the cops stop me for random "check ins" when they see me remove graffiti and i'm white and i'm aware of what that privilege means, despite the tattoos on my fingers and all the things inside my bag i have never been arrested

and i have brought you food when you were sick, i took the city bus with tea and vegan ginger soup to help you rest and cure

and i have fixed a bench myself with my own hands and tighter screws when it came clear that between the city council and the store in front of which it stands nobody owned it and therefore noone cares that senior citizens could injure themselves sitting on a broken bench

and on another street the senior citizen residence, they know me cause i've asked for their maintenance ladder to remove some fascist shit high up on a streetlight right outside their building

i count the seasons based on what the bramble hedges do

and every full moon new i silently rejoice, O Máni, that the wolves have not yet caught you

:SCRR

[willowed-wisp]

the wedding of simon riley [ ghost ]

WARNINGs: mentions of abusive injuries, abusive domestic behaviour

Being in the SAS was a lonely practice, well, that’s how Simon Riley saw it. Though, his existence was one of violence and he didn’t want his family being dragged into another volatile situation or any other innocent soul.

That’s why he was alone, that’s why he didn’t date anyone and that wasn’t going to change. Until it did…

A shout, “He’s got my bag!” And he started running after the vandal, catching him quickly and with precision. Face mask up as was his hood. Racing steps behind him… and there you were, your hands scraped and tights ripped at the knees. “Thank you so much…” Your eyes sparkled almost at him, curious what your saviour’s face looked like.

He simply handed you the bag- you noticed gloves… not paying much attention, “It’s nothin’…” Gruff and unbending, you could tell then that he was a hard ass as he turned his back to you.

“Lemme get you a coffee or something?” The stranger’s head shook, walking away. His eyes a stark contrast when your hand wrapped his tattooed wrist. Almost as if it were a trigger point and you removed it as soon as you had touched him. “You didn’t have to get the bag… please let me get you a coffee, a tea… a vodka?” A teeny tiny smile beneath the mask.

That’s how you ended up in a tea shop, in completed silence. Was he trying to scare you off? Maybe but you happened to be very persuasive and chatty. His worst nightmare.

Finding out his name was Simon, and he was in the military. And he didn’t do well in social situations, or at least with you. Speaking enough to realise he didn’t have many acquaintances let alone friends. Probably of his own doing…

Taken aback when he asked to walk you home- to avoid anymore attempted muggings. Not normal for you to let someone do that but he didn’t have to return the bag. “This is me…” Pointing to the house, “Thank you for all your help, Si-,” Then your red door opened, revealing the familiar figure.

“You were gone longer than you said…” The tone was wasn’t one of worry or concern, Simon knew that feeling in his gut. But it was your life, and he was probably wrong. So he waved it off. “Who’s this, babe? He bothering you?” That instinct in Simon flaring more. Especially the crazed look in his eyes.

Until he looked to you; bubbly and extroverted while on your own, now a husk. Silent and woven inwards. That sparkle dimmed. “I got mugged… he got my purse back for me…” You couldn’t even reach Simon’s eye line. While fists clenched at your partner’s sides.

“She’s helpless, mate. I always clear up her messes, thanks,” Simon had never despised being patted on the shoulder as much as he did in that moment. But what had him more on edge was how he never noticed bruises on your wrists, and how forcibly your boyfriend held you around the shoulders and was leading you up the stone walkway to the normal house.

Hearing a shout and then a slap when that door closed. Simon had a choice… leave and pretend like you never existed… or what he did next.

Not bothering to knock, finding you on the floor- tears streaking down the face you held. Before gunning for your partner, a perfectly taken frame photo crashing to the wooden boards as his large frame smashed your partner into the wall. “I’ve met men like you before… you are going to pack a bag and leave Y/N alone…” That was until a small hand held Simon’s shoulder, his eyes softened.

“Dave, just leave… go to Chris’… just go…” You didn’t know if you’d had the strength to do that, but having a military man beside you made it easy as he held your partner against a wall. Then Simon dropped him, shattered glass at his palms. “I will call the police, David… I’ll deliver your shit to your mums.” Time slowed for you while moving too fast and David was gone. His car unblocked your driveway with music blaring down the street.

Managing to lock the door- letting out a sigh… Feeling drained, “Thank you…” Is all you mustered, before collapsing into a flood of tears. Trying to splutter out an apology, but this relative stranger just stroked your hair letting you lean against him. Thoughts racing, never finding a moments peace in four years of being with him. But able to find a speck of hope in a man you had only met about four hours ago… “You can go, you’ve done more than enough good deeds for the day…”

Standing up from the sofa, heading through to the kitchen. The kettle clicked, Simon was impressed you didn’t pick yourself on the vodka you’d offered him earlier in the day. Instead he found you, elbows finding balance on the countertop.

You asked him to the stay in the house- maybe trauma clouded your judgement. You slept in the guest bedroom, not capable of blocking out the atrocities that occurred in your own. With a stranger downstairs.

When you woke up, the glass had been clean up and the smell of breakfast wafted. Mask still covering his nose and lips. “I thought you’d have left. You didn’t have to cook, bless your heart…”

Something knocked Simon from his daydream. The only face he wanted to see on the daily right in front of him. Forgetting where he was for a split second, his hands holding your tiny ones in comparison. “Simon Riley, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Part of him focused that his Captain was officiating his wedding, while all of him focused on you. The woman he hadn’t left, the person who had remained loyal to him when he came home bloodied and dirty.

Every second of each mission, he wished he could have you in his arms. Even when you weren’t his to hold. Fearing that you’d have forgotten about him in two months, only for you to turn up at his apartment with some chocolate and a ‘welcome home’ card.

Each and every time he returned back in British soil.

You didn’t complain about the terrors he shouted at in his nightmares- holding him when the muttering started and pulling him awake. Never judging him for the pills he swallowed to balance him out again. Simon looked down on himself while you only ever looked up to him.

No attempt to lift the mask until he did it himself. You’d been friends after that first incident for two years until you made the move. And six months after you were stood at the alter in front of not even ten people.

The people he felt comfortable with: his squad members, his mum, his brother and sister in law… whatever family you were close with enough to know what laid under that mask; a cheeky grin whenever he taunted you or… did other things to you…

There would be no announcement in the local newsletter on marriages and funeral directories, no posts on social media. But you knew that when met him… nothing high-key.

With all that in mind, you looking angelic… just wanting to kiss you… “I do.” And before Price could speak, his lips were on yours. Cheering from your nearest and dearest. His hands held your growing stomach, holding his future.

“I love you,” Foreheads together, smiling while you knew Johnny was taking cheeky snaps of you two. “Mrs Riley…”

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[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: my perfect winter evening routine ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆

hi angels! i cant believe it’s almost christmas… im feeling so angelic and wintery! im very excited and i thought a good post would be a winter evening routine (especially as a few of you so kindly asked me for one)! my goals with my winter evening routine are primarily to be productive but also to get cozy and properly rest and recover for the next day. remember this is an ideal evening routine and not something ill achieve every evening! enjoy angels.

arrive home by 4:30 - 5:00.

spend a maximum of half an hour changing, putting clothes in the laundry, unpacking bag and getting books and supplies ready for work later. prep anything needed for cooking later.

make a cup of tea, warm matcha or hot chocolate. have a snack if needed!

refill bottle of water.

settle down and start work, focusing on most urgent work and doing what i can to make future tasks easier.

check what i need school wise for next day, pack bag and organise notes and resources needed. if possible read up on material for upcoming lesson to begin getting a grasp on the knowledge needed.

when finished with work do an evening workout for 30 minutes to an hour (on days when i have not worked out in the morning).

start cooking dinner and eat.

tidy up kitchen and prepare anything needed for lunches/breakfast the next day.

make a green tea to aid digestion!

prepare for a shower or bath.

dry brush prior to washing.

when in water exfoliate if shaving, i use either a dove sugar scrub, a lush one or a body shop one (normally in sweet, fruity or sugary scents).

regardless of whether i have exfoliated or not i then use a plain, unscented bar of soap to cleanse my body. i use a wash cloth to really cleanse my body and ensure all soap traces are removed.

if its a shaving day i massage shaving gel on the places im shaving, applying a light layer of baby oil to soften the skin and hair in particularly sensitive areas.

use a scented body wash and wash and clean everywhere thoroughly.

towel dry gently and apply a plain body lotion (the thicker the better during winter). when it has sunk in apply a body oil and scented lotion other the top.

put on my fave cozy pjs.

watch something or give myself some relaxing downtime. my favourites at the moment are anything christmassy (i love festive episodes from my fave shows and christmas films!), gilmore girls and some really interesting documentaries.

fill up bottle with water.

use mouthwash, clean teeth and floss.

pm skincare.

nightly yoga stretch.

get into bed and do a few minutes of journaling (or longer sometimes inspiration strikes late!).

read in bed until i am ready to rest, then go to sleep.

thank you for reading angels! i tried to include timings where possible but my schedule can vary massively - this is an example of a day where i had no activities etc. this isnt what every evening looks like for me, i try to find what works for me and be adjustable with a few daily non negotiables. happy christmas countdown to all who celebrate! feel free to tell me your evening routines or give me and others any tips - i love hearing from all of you angels.

love, m.