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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Simon needing to hold you after a bad day.
The tiny apartment was completely silent as Simon unlocked the door and stepped inside, head hung low and shoulders tense. Lights were turned down, tv was off; you were most likely already asleep by now. It was late, much later than he had told you he’d be back, but he had been struggling with the weight of his thoughts again today and had barely made it in. He would have let you know that he was going to be late… it was just…he couldn’t find the will to even shoot you a quick text.
It wasn’t like him to be concerned about who knew where he was or what he was doing, choosing to distance himself from everything and everyone that could potentially catch a glimpse of him cracking behind the mask, but right now all he wanted was to get back to the place he called home before he fell apart and the world would swallow him whole.
As quietly as he could he set his things down beside the door and continued on through the flat, catching little bits of you everywhere: your shoes lying scattered by the wall, the blanket you’d just been curled up in tossed haphazardly in a bundle on the sofa, a mug on the coffee table that had the remnants of your drink stuck to the inside. Scattered bits of you everywhere across his life as little reminders of what he had that waited for him here and for the first time all day it felt a little easier to breathe to know his angel was close by.
Passing near the kitchen, Simon spotted a piece of paper with his name scribbled on the front waiting for him on the countertop, your familiar handwriting obvious to his eye. He picked it up and unfolded it.
Hey baby,
I really tried to stay up, I promise, but you know how work has been kicking my ass lately. I thought maybe I could just take a nap until you got in, but I was worried that if I laid down I wouldn’t wake up, so I thought I’d leave this here for you to find. Didn’t want you to think I forgot about you. Just wake me when you get in, alright? I don’t care what time it is, I want to see you!
Love you.
P.S. I left some dinner in the fridge if you haven’t eaten yet. We can reheat it and eat it together. XOXO
Christ, what did he do to deserve all this?
Always looking out for him, always making sure he had a place back in the real world whenever he came home. He held that piece of paper between his hardened fingers, the note more significant than it should have been after the type of day he had. You were the closest to heaven as he could get, more than he ever thought he would get to have and that’s why it was you he was trying to break down that wall to come to for comfort.
His sight flicked to the fridge where you said you’d left him something; he was definitely starving, but just the thought of the effort it would take to eat right now was too much and the knot that rested in the pit of his stomach made him too nauseous anyway. There was something that would fill him far better than food could and he knew just where to find it now.
Moving on to the living room, he set himself down heavily on the couch and began to remove his boots and the outer layers of his clothing along with his mask, stripping away all the bits of his life as the stone cold sniper now that he was safe here in his little sanctuary. Stripped bare until he was down to his boxers, Simon gently crept towards the back of the apartment hoping he would make it to the bedroom before this feeling took him.
Closer and closer he walked towards the other half of his heart.
The door stood slightly ajar to invite him inside and as he stepped up to it, he caught the hushed, rhythmic sounds of your breathing as you slumbered. It sounded so peaceful that he could have stood there in the dimly lit hallway and listen to it all night long. Just a few more steps, barely any distance left, and he would truly be home.
The room was completely dark save for the small crack in the curtains that let in just a bit of light from the streetlamp outside, helping him to find his way through the maze of darkness. As those brown eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Simon turned his attention to the bed and his heart skipped a beat. There you were: the outline of your body silhouetted under the covers, your head buried in your pillow, all cares left behind as you slept.
No sound did he make as he crept to the edge of the bed and lifted the sheets so that he could climb inside and up against your body laying in the center. One strong arm slipped up under your pillowed head while the other wrapped around your waist until you were encircled and he pulled you slowly so that your back rested up against his chest. His body molded into yours still warm from being wrapped up tight.
You stirred awake gently at the feeling of that familiar large body suddenly laying beside you. “Hey you,” you whispered sleepily, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered as they worked to open. “Tried to wait up, but I got so tired I had to go lay down. I’m sorry, but I’ll make it up to you.”
Only silence greeted you as a response. No chuckle at your predictability, no picking remarks about how you couldn’t even stay up to see him, just the sound of labored breaths in and out as he lay there in the darkness curled up against you.
Silence only meant one thing and you knew it well.
“You okay baby?” you asked, but again there was no answer. Only the squeeze of his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter to his chest gave you any sort of reply as Simon’s nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes brushing over your skin.
It was clear just from the silence that he was far from okay, that he must have been bottling this up for God knows how many hours so that the world would not see that he was not always the tough, put together soldier he was supposed to be. But he could not hide it from you...he didn't want to hide it from you.
You heard him inhale deeply, trying to capture as much of your scent as he could until it filled his head: your natural musk mixed with the smell of the sheets and added hints of shampoo and body wash. That comforting scent that belonged to only you that he couldn't ever get enough of, the one that helped to relax his troubled mind. Instantly the tension he had been carrying like a boulder upon his shoulders all day finally released him from its stranglehold.
Gentle, exploring hands tentatively went up under your baggy shirt, one of his old worn ones you loved to wear to bed to keep him close even when he wasn’t there, as he just wanted to make contact with all that delicately soft skin. He traced over curved paths he knew by touch alone: it was soft, it was familiar, it was safe and his heartbeat slowed as the ache in his chest dissipated enough that he could finally talk.
“Bad day,” he whispered finally, warm breath against your shoulder. "Really fuckin' bad day... again."
You rolled over in his arms until you came face to face with those sad auburn eyes, moved by the shame in his tone. It broke your heart that each time he had one of these days he felt such guilt about it, as if he simply should have been over it all by now, as if he wasn't human, but you were not about to let him overthink the struggle. There was nothing to be shameful about.
“I’m sorry baby. These things just happen, you know, but its alright; we'll get through it together, ” you said quietly, fingertips gently running over the line of his eyebrow, down his cheekbone and further to his jaw in soothing circles.
Together.
Simon closed his eyes and eased into your hand as you traced patterns across his temple and through the cropped sides of his hair, letting the vile, churning thoughts rummaging around in his brain to fall away. No one else could ever see him like this save for you, no one else's touch he craved more than anything to bring him back into himself after the day had brought him down so low.
He brought his hand up and placed the tough palm over top of yours to hold it firmly against his cheek as if to make sure that all of this was real, that you were not simply a mirage cast by his broken mind.
“You’re home now, baby,” you reassured him as he took deep breaths in and out with his eyes closed, only wanting to feel you. “It’s gonna be okay, I got you.”
Home, still such a strange word for him.
Wherever you were that was home. Not a place, but a person, one who made certain that no matter how far he drifted she would always pull him back in. Simon had never had such a tether before, but fuck did he need it. He could feel it like medicine running through his blood, when you held him he could feel the chemicals rush to soothe the gaping wound in his heart.
Pulling your hand off his cheek, he brought it to his mouth and pressed his lips to the surface before leaning in to give one to your gentle lips. You embraced him back with such tenderness as if to remind him of that promise you had made to each other that neither of you would have to traverse the hell of this world alone.
“Home,” he repeated the tender word in his gravely tone, letting the emotionless second mask fall away. "I hope ya know... that you are my home, sweetheart."
You smiled. "You're mine too, Simon."
He took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. "Bein' near ya is the only fuckin' thing that seems to help quiet the shit in my 'ead these days."
Pulling him back in, you gave him another kiss. "Then get nice and close," you said softly as you squirmed up under him more, setting his arm back over you.
Securing his arms around you again he moved over top of you so that his head rested against the middle of your chest, ear pressed in against your sternum to listen to your heartbeat rhythmically thump inside. With his hand still inside your shirt he drew his fingertips along your bare hips, not wanting anything more than your company tonight.
Your calming fingers ran through his short hair and over his scalp as he counted the beats of your heart until he melted into your body. Discussion could happen later if and when he was ready, for now this was all he needed. However long he wanted to cling to your torso, you’d let him.
You were his life raft, pulling him back in and no matter how far he drifted and it was because of you that for the first time in his life he didn’t feel like he was going to get lost.
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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Five ♱
Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Chapter Five
Warnings: profanity
Masterlist is here.
♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱
[Chapter Five]
You stared at Lute blankly for a minute, feeling the expression of dread creeping onto your face, before stiffening and putting on the most blank, stoic look you could muster as you straightened your posture and stepped aside to let her in.
She glanced around your neat and tidy living room, before hooking her helmet onto the coat stand. “Real fucking clean, huh?”
“Hmm?” You side eyed her helmet which was teetering dangerously and readjusted it, which made her snap around and glare at your fingertips which touched the headpiece. You shrank away as she fixed it herself. “Yes, I keep my living space clean. Thank you for noticing.”
Lute rolled her eyes. “Such a fuckin’ goody-two-shoes,” she muttered, as if you couldn’t hear her, stalking further into the living room.
“Sit,” you said, gesturing at your spotless couch. She sat down, pushing aside the plush cushions, “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Got any alcohol?”
You stared at her. “No, I don’t. Sorry.”
Lute stared at you in shock, before it morphed into a strange type of contempt, and then back to cold indifference. “‘Course you don’t.”
“You said you needed to talk to me?” You forced the words out through your teeth. She scowled and stood up, stepping towards you.
“I did. This won’t take long.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, as if being around you was the most tiring experience she could have had.
“Well?”
Her eyes snapped open, sharp and inquisitive. You clenched your fists. “Why do you go down to Hell every year?” She hissed, voice accusing. You stepped back, frowning.
“For the experience,” you said slowly. She laughed harshly.
“Experience,” she laughed. “That’s the most ridiculous excuse I’ve ever heard.” The laughter dropped from her face almost immediately. “Be real. You go down to Hell, and then just- fly off. Alone. Doing God knows what. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re up to something.”
Your mind raced, searching desperately for an action plan. “I’m not up to anything, Lute. I don’t have things to hide. Unlike some people.” She scowled. “I go off alone because I prefer the company of no one. Understood?”
“Still haven’t said why-“
“Because,” you hissed, “I find Hell interesting. And frankly, things get repetitive. You and Adam said it yourself- the extermination is entertainment. So let me be ‘entertained’ in peace, and stop throwing around ridiculous accusations with nothing to back them up.”
Lute opened her mouth to talk, and you could almost sense the onslaught of curses coming your way. You cut her off.
“Plus, who do you think Heaven will listen to? Me, or…” you raked your eyes judgingly up and down her tense figure. You didn’t need to finish your sentence for her to understand what you were saying.
Lute seemed to sag a little as your words sunk in, then sniffed. “Fine. Miss goody-two-shoes’s way too fucking boring to have anything interesting going on for her anyway.”
“Close the door on your way out,” you said coldly.
Lute stalked across the living room, snatching up her helmet in a flurry of angered movement. She froze at the door and turned.
“I will find out.”
The door slammed in her wake.
You let out a long, slow breath, feeling like you were about to collapse as you made your way to the kitchen table, dropping down in front of it and laying down your head to rest, screwing your eyes shut.
Please God don’t let this spiral any further. Please please please-
You opened your eyes. God wouldn’t help you in this. God would root for your downfall. You shuddered and pressed the stone on your bracelet.
Buzz.
A few seconds ticked by, the air thick with no other noise other than your clock.
Buzz. The stone lit up in reply.
You couldn’t help yourself. You smiled.
♱♱♱
The short librarian behind the desk seemed to blink with each eye individually as you expressed your need for a book on Morse Code to her. Eventually she wheezed, squeezing her way out of the chair and lumbered over to a section at the back.
“This is the section with Human stuff in it,” she said slowly, staring at you as if you were stupid. It was clear she had a only vague grasp on what she was talking about. “You’ll find it here.” And then fluttered away without another word.
You stared at the shelf, at a loss.
“Need help?”
You turned. “Emily.”
“[name]!” She hugged you. You coughed as her wings attacked your face with a barrage of feathers. “How was your weekend?”
“It was fine.” You pulled back, holding her at arm's length.
“That’s nice. So. What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you here in the library before.”
You traced a covering of dust on the spine of a book, drawing squiggles in it. “Do you frequent this place?”
“I do. I know this library like the back of my hand. Inside and out.”
“Are there any books on Morse Code?”
She seemed to freeze. You stared at her blankly. “What?”
“Nothing, just… why?”
You frowned. “Because I’m bored, and it’s nice to learn new things.”
“Right. Take a seat over there and I’ll join you soon.”
“Oh… Kay?”
You did as she said, and watched her flutter around the bookshelves for a while, disturbing the probably centuries-worth of dust while a small pile of books in her hand continued to grow.
Moments later the pile landed in front of you with a small thump.
“I-I only really needed one, Emily,” you stammered as she began to sift through the hefty books.
“Oh it’s fine. The rest of these are for me.” A dusty tome was pushed across the table to you. The cover was in faded gold: ‘Human Inventions- Morse Code Dictionary.’
“Thanks,” you managed to utter. Emily smiled. You opened the thick cover, sending a cloud of dust straight into your face and making you sneeze.
For a few minutes, the two of you read in silence.
“By the way,” Emily murmured. You glanced up from the pages. “Adam was looking for you.”
“Charming,” you said sarcastically.
“He had flowers,” Emily continued carefully.
“How delightful.”
“[name], are you not even going to give him a chance?”
You stared at her. “You’re not serious.”
Emily shrugged nervously. “I’m not exactly a big fan of him either, but…you have to admire his perseverance, is what I’m saying. It’s been three years-”
“Three years of not taking a hint,” you snapped. Emily looked taken aback. You sighed and ran your hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” You stood up, your chair raking across the floor. “I need to go.”
Snatching the book up to your chest, you hurried out.
♱♱♱
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Love You More ~ Henry Cavill
Henry Cavill x Reader
Word Count: 2470
Warnings: insecure!reader, fluff, angst, tiny bit of blood, negative self talk
A/N 1: You can picture yourself wearing whatever you want in this, but I've originally pictured myself wearing a cropped tank top and underwear cuz even though I'm insecure about my body, I love chilling around the house without pants, and in my head I know Henry loves it too lol
A/N 2: You will see in this imagine that I mention a blanket. It is a type of sensory blanket, a small square of fabric that my mom made me that contains eight tags made of ribbon around the edges. It helps me when I'm anxious (which is basically 24/7) in which I will rub the tags between my fingers to calm my mind, keep my mind and hands occupied.
Hope you enjoy!!
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You hate what you see when you look in the mirror - your soft belly, thick thighs, wide hips, love handles, cellulite-covered skin. You loved when friends and family complimented you, but your mind never believed them. Looking at each and every detail of your body, your mind becomes overwhelmed and your emotions become too intense. A shrill scream escapes your throat as you ram your fist into the glass, shattering it to pieces. You watch in tears as the shattered glass falls from the surface before your legs give out and you collapse to the cold tile floor.
Henry had just gotten home about an hour ago. You had seemed fine then, happy to see him as usual, jumping into his arms as he pulled you into a sweet ‘hello’ kiss. However, as he sat at the kitchen island on his laptop reading over his script waiting for you to join him again, Henry knew that that had all changed when he heard your heart wrenching scream.
Henry paid no mind to the bar stool toppling over as he stood and ran up the stairs toward the sound that scared him most, Kal right on his heels. Rushing into the bathroom to see your curled up in tears on the floor, Henry doesn’t hesitate to kneel down beside your shaking body. Taking your trembling body in his arms, Henry tries to keep his own tears at bay when he sees the blood and tiny glass shards on your knuckles. Looking up at the now non-existent mirror and the shattered glass across the floor, Henry knows exactly what’s going on in your mind, holding you tighter in his strong embrace as you cry in agony. Henry looked at Kal sitting patiently in the bathroom door, and he knew he was just as worried as his father was about his mother.
You’ve always been insecure about your body, even though Henry never ceases to tell you how much he loves your body. He thought that after you met him, you were getting better. And you have, but still, on those not so rare days, you’ll break down in tears. He hates that nothing has been able to help you long term. But, Henry is always there to hold you and take care of you, no matter what, and he vows to always be there for you.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Henry whispers in your ear softly as he rocks you in his lap. You hold on to his arm, squeezing his bicep in your grip despite the pain in your right hand. Henry runs his fingers through your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head, trying to soothe your angered mind.
Henry listens as your labored breaths begin to calm, looking down to see your eyes closed. He let out a sigh of relief, even if it was only temporary, when he realized you had fallen asleep.
You’ve been suffering with chronic fatigue for so long and it’s taken a toll on you physically, mentally, and emotionally. It prevents you from doing certain everyday things. Henry’s been there for you through it all and you can’t imagine how hard it would be without him. You could never thank him enough for how amazing he’s been since you met. But he hates that neither of you have been able to find a way to help. Some may say that what you’re going through needs to be fixed. However, Henry doesn’t want to fix you, because he doesn’t believe there’s anything broken. You just need a bit of extra love and care, and he has vowed to spend the rest of his life giving you that and more.
Henry, still holding your sleeping form in his arms, your head lying against his chest, leans forward into the bathroom cabinet under the sink to grab the rubbing alcohol and a washcloth. He takes a pair of tweezers and begins pulling out the small, yet knowingly painful shards of glass from your skin. He was thankful you were out cold so you didn’t have to experience the pain consciously. Kal, having laid down in the doorway, cried out after having smelled the blood and watching Henry take care of his mum.
“It’s alright, buddy. Mum’s alright,” Henry assures his dog, looking over with a half smile to see Kal’s face lying on his paws, staring at the scene in front of him.
After all the pieces were out, Henry washes over your knuckles with the alcohol, cleaning the blood from your cuts and down your hands where the blood ran. Once clean, he wraps gauze around your hand before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to your shared bed. Henry places you down carefully, covering you in the comforter before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. He patted the bed softly for Kal to jump up and keep you company while Henry went back into the bathroom to pick up the broken glass.
Henry couldn’t bear to leave you after what you just went through, so after cleaning, he sat in the recliner beside your bed, looking over you to make sure you were okay. Smiling sweetly at the sight of Kal’s large, fluffy head laying down on your thigh, Henry picked up his book from his bedside table to read. He always kept an eye on you, looking up every now and then when you would stir, only to turn over to get more comfortable in your sleep.
After a while, it seems Henry had been reading the same sentences over and over, having trouble comprehending the words on the pages. His mind was plagued with thoughts of you and how all he wanted to do was help you, take care of you, love you so you wouldn’t think such horrible things about yourself anymore.
The anxiety got the best of him, needing to get up and walk around instead. Henry stood up, placing a kiss on your forehead and, making sure you were still alright, he headed down the stairs quietly, Kal staying behind while cuddling up next to you. Henry paced around the loft - through the living room, down the hall, even going back up the stairs and into the bathroom before coming back out and passing you again on the bed. Kal raises his head each time Henry would pass before laying his head back down beside you.
Henry finally ends up back downstairs and in the kitchen, leaning on the island, rubbing his face in slight distress. Henry hated seeing you in such pain. He hated that he couldn’t take the pain away, or at least some of it, take some of the weight off your shoulders and help you carry it. He hated that he couldn’t help you and make it all better. But he also knew that he would not stop trying, and he would continue to love you through it all.
Henry is in his own world when you decide to make your appearance, Kal following you down the steps and into the kitchen. He hadn’t noticed either of you until you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, laying your head between his shoulder blades.
“Hey, darling,” He greets softly, a sweet smile coming to his lips at just the mere presence of you. He brings one hand up to smooth over your bandaged hand that’s placed across his chest, intertwining your fingers. Henry turns in your embrace, taking you into his arms and holding your head to his chest, brushing his hand through your hair, his other hand gently rubbing your side.
The longer you stand there, the easier it is for your mind to become overwhelmed again with negative thoughts. Henry feels you start to shiver, hearing your soft sniffles as tears cascade down your cheeks.
“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. Everything’s alright,” Henry tries calming you before placing his hands under your thighs and picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. He rubs your back as he carries you to the couch. Sitting down, he holds you in his lap for a little while longer, Kal jumping up on the couch and laying beside you, placing his head on your thigh, looking up at you with sad eyes. As your sniffles and cries die down, Henry, with a bit of hesitation of your own, pushes you back, holding you close enough to be able to see your beautiful, but sorrowful red eyes.
“What’s going on, sweetheart? Tell me what’s on your mind,” Henry requests as he brushes his thumb over your red, tear stained cheeks, looking into your eyes with such worry and sadness, yet the love and adoration never ceases.
You look down at your hands, picking at the skin, before Henry takes both your hands in his while leaning forward to grab your blanket from the coffee table, handing it to you.
“I’ve just… I’ve been so tired lately. And I’ve been eating so much that I’ve gained weight. I’ve hardly been able to control my hunger and my mind is plagued by food, and all I can think about is how much I hate myself and my body because I can’t control any of this and I’m sick of being so damn tired all the time!” You pause, your breathing becoming heavy and labored, tears rushing from your eyes, as you smooth your fingers over one of the tags on your blanket.
“And it doesn’t help that the thought keeps coming to me that you didn’t sign up for this and I’m scared you might feel like you’re stuck with me and how could you still love me like this?” You almost scream in tears, Kal letting out a worried whine in response. Henry takes you back into his arms, a look of panic on his face as he holds your head against his chest, his other hand smoothing down over your hair.
“Hey, hey, hey, no, baby. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. This is the only place I want to be. If I could hold you forever, that’s exactly what I’d do,” Henry holds you tight as you cry for the next several minutes, fisting his shirt in your grip as you couldn’t keep your tears at bay.
“Can you look at me now, princess?” Henry asks you, placing his hands on either side of your face, pulling you back to look at him. You sniffle as you lock eyes with his mesmerizing cerulean blue eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile, rubbing his thumbs across your temples.
“Listen very closely, my love. I have told you so many times, and it will never cease to be the truth, darling - no matter how you look, how much you weigh, how much you eat, now matter how much of literally anything you do, I will always, always, love you, no matter what. I don’t care if you lose or you gain weight. I love you for you, and I will always love you. There is not a single thing about you that could change that.” He has to repeat some things so he knows that it will be ingrained in your mind.
“Because the truth is, baby,” Henry pauses briefly with a smile, chuckling. “I can only ever love you more. Every day, when I think I can’t possibly love you more, you will do something crazy or silly, or say something absolutely outrageous, and it just makes me love you so much more. I still don’t know how you do it, but you never cease to amaze me, my sweet baby girl. And nothing about your body will ever change that,” He says it all with a huge smile on his face, his eyes never leaving yours, and you find yourself crying not sad tears, but happy ones now as you rush into Henry’s arms.
“I love you so much,” You whisper in his ear, holding onto him tight, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You, my love, are the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met, and there will never be a day where I stop loving you, because it is impossible for me not to love you,” Henry admits, his arms tightening around your torso. He kisses the side of your head before you pull back, placing your hands on either side of his head now, leaning in and pressing your lips to his in a passionate expression of pure love and devotion.
“Now, if you are ever thinking anything negative about your body again, my beautiful girl, you make sure to come straight to me and I will do everything in my power to make those thoughts go away, promise me?” Henry demands, firmly but in sweet assurance.
You nod your head with a small smile, “I promise.” Henry smiles as he looks down and begins rubbing across your tummy with his knuckles.
“You do know that even though I’m not with you for your body, I still believe you are absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous? There is not a single day I don’t look at you and think, ‘Damn, how did I get so lucky to be able to hold this stunning human being in my arms everyday?’ I mean how could someone not love this adorable belly of yours?” Henry chuckles as he leans down and blows a raspberry against your tummy. A deep red blush comes to your cheeks as a laugh erupts from your lips.
“I think it’s the other way around, my love.” You giggle, calming down as Henry, still with a smile on his face, comes back up and looks up into your eyes while rubbing your soft sides, his thumbs brushing over your belly. “How did I get so lucky to meet not only the handsomest man on earth, but the most caring, loving, warmest man with the biggest heart of gold who never ceases to tell me how much he loves me?” You smile shyly, your thumb brushing across his bottom lip.
“We’re just a match made in heaven, my darling,” Henry says as you both laugh softly together, meeting in a sweet kiss, Henry’s hands on either of your thighs, holding you to him.
You feel something cold against your arm and you both look down to see a smiling Kal looking up at both of you. “Hi, sweet boy,” You smile at Kal, running your fingers through the thick fur on his head while you lean forward to lay your head on Henry’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around you, thanking God for this extraordinary woman he gets to call his.
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a/n: Where is the Luke Riordan fanfic?? Like I was shocked cuz where is my sexy flame boy, like come on, you guys are ghosting me with this shit like please more Luke fanfic.
warning: drugs, smut, p in the v, penetrating, protection used, orgasm, hookup implied, protection used, party sex, alcohol mention, some cheating, maybe a rebound (?). *Luke and Cate did break up, so luke baby is alive 💓💗��.
pairing: Luke Riordan x fem!reader
word counter: 2.2k
Parties weren't my thing, well I would to some of them if my friends asked or were going, but I would be probably just drinking something or on my phone scrolling on my Instagram feed. But, for right now I was dressing up for it, and one of my friends was going. She was pretty popular around campus, she was blonde pretty, with nice brown eyes. Her name was Harper.
I was at my vanity fixing my top, it was a Halloween party. Fixing the top, adjusting the strings, tightening it up. It was a little too tight, looking at the mirror. My bosom was almost spilling out, rubbing my sides. I was thinking of doing some costumes from Legally Blonde. You know when Elle gets tricked into wearing a costume to some party. I was already in the hot pink tights, just missing some bunny ears. I dust some light blush on my cheeks, eyeliner, and some gloss, and put my hair in a half down and half up.
I had some pink high heels in my closet to wear, checking the time it was about 7:50 pm, the party started at 8 and probably would last until the morning hours of 2 or 3 am. I applied some mascara onto my lashes, looking at the mirror and the compact mirror in my hand.
I put my bunny ears on my head, brushed the sides of my hair, and put some red lipstick and some gloss on top. Looking into the mirror, as I tried to pose to be more confident for the party. Harper and I were going to match in some type of way, she was going to be some Playboy costume, so we would have the same bunny aesthetic. Was it too much, I stood up and spun around in my mirror. I didn't want to be a Debbie Downer and change, so I was going to wear it. I walked into my closet, taking out a long pink fluffy jacket to match my outfit, and wearing my heels. Standing a bit taller, it was a lot. I felt some buzzing from my phone, opening it and looking through messages.
Harper: Y/N, I'm at my car right now, you almost done with your costume. - sent
Y/N: Yeah, I'm done, im going to be down in 2 minutes - sent
Harper: Alright - sent
...
I zipped up my jacket, got my dorm keys and my ID into my bag, put it on my shoulder as I opened the door, and walked out. A few people were outside, studying for a bit. I felt a little naked in this costume, crossing my fingers that it wasn't cold outside. I went down the stairs to the Polarity statue, where Harper was sitting in my car, waiting. "Harper!" I yelled, she got off of her phone, and exclaimed back, smiling. "Omg, you actually wore it" She looked at me, "Yeah, It's a little tight but It looks good right," I said
"Of course" She smiled, and to her promise, she was wearing a Playboy costume hers was tighter than mine and revealed more skin, but that was Harper's nature. "Come on, let's go!" She pulled me by my hands and we got into her car and drove off. I was hoping we could get into our dorms without getting into too much trouble. The drive wasn't long, about 20 minutes and we were there at the party. Some sororities house, some red solo cups on the grass, some people already outside making out and whatnot, "Come on, Y/N, don't just stand there" She exclaimed, taking my hand and we walked into the house.
I knew, almost like I predicted it. It smelt like liquor, perfume, sweat, and a bunch of other smells, some people in their costumes, some of the seven, some of Marvel or D.C. superheroes, and others from some horror movies. I turned to my side and Harper was already gone, 'Fuck' I whispered, before walking to some bar in the kitchen and sitting down on the stools. There was a bartender there serving some drinks as people danced away. "Can I get a piña colada?" I asked before the worker left to make the drink, I looked at the dance floor. Bodies rubbed on bodies, it was a scene I guess. Looked like everyone was enjoying themselves except me, but it was just the usual. Hearing the glass on the table, I took it and drank it whole, sitting myself as I listened to my thoughts.
I heard a glass colliding with the wooden counter of the bar and looked to the side to see someone familiar. It would be weird to stare, wouldn't it, but I wore it was someone you knew or saw before.
I tried to peep again but failed to see anything else on the person's face. This was awkward, very awkward. Before I heard the person talk up, "So, what are you doing here?" He asked, looking directly at me.
'Holy Shit' it was Luke, Luke Riordan like the guy who is like the number one. Golden Boy, Golden Boy himself is talking to me, breathing right next to me literally speaking to me. I had a mini fangirl session before I snapped out of it and answered him back, "A friend asked, and I agree, so that's why I'm here" I smiled at him. "Nice costume" my cheek heated up realizing he was looking at me, "I'm Ellie Woods, from legally blonde" I replied, "-And your ghostface, nice" I looked at him, "So..where's your mask?" I tilted my head, "On my belt, just in case" His smile made me have chills down my core.
He looked perfect even in the hot, sweaty environment we were in. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't even do anything. I felt my core getting hotter and my legs getting stickier.
"What's your name?" He asked, "Y/N and I already know you, your Luke right?" I hoped to not sound creepy, that I already knew him. "Yeah, how did you know that?"
"Your really well known, I guess I just picked up on you. You do know your are really easy on the eyes" I tried to flirt with him.
"Hey!" I looked at him, as the bartender came to him, as he ordered something, "Two shots of tequila" Before the bartender poured them out of the clear bottle. As the bartender slid them onto the counter to him, before he offered one to you. "Shots?" He asked, "Hell yeah" I took the shot and gulped it down, as the liquid burned down my throat to my chest, "Fuck that's strong" I heard him groaning out, it made me feel hot. But you knew that you couldn't do it at all, he had a girlfriend.
You weren't an asshole to break up someone's relationship for something petty like a sexual conquest. "Um, why did you really come here to talk to me.." I spoke out, biting my lip. "I thought you were cute" My heart started beating up faster, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I bit my lip, "Oh, me and Cate..we broke up, she cheated on me with my best friend, pretty shitty isn't it?" He sipped more of the drink, he ordered in his glass cup. "Oh, gosh...I'm so sorry" That was a pretty shitty way to get broken up with, but at least I didn't have the guilt of being a home wrecker.
"I know," He said, rubbing his temples. The scene was awkward, I didn't want to pity him any further, but I was oddly turned on by this. But you didn't want to throw an opportunity away. It would be one in a chance.
"Do you want to feel better, I know a way" I placed his hand on his upper knee, tilting my head, suggestively. I guessed he got the message before I took his hand, and followed me into a random room. I really didn't know my way through the house but I was able to find a free room.
I pushed him onto the bed. I closed the door behind me, before getting on top of him, hooking my hands on his shoulder, and placing my lips on him. I felt his hands on my side, moving lower down to dangerous parts of me. Grinding down on his growing erection, Withdrawing away from the kiss. "Woah" I smiled at his reaction, "How was it" I cocked my head at him, rubbing down at him.
"That was fucking awesome" I pinched his cheek, "Your adorable" I smirk. He rubbed my ass down to my upper thighs. I felt his hands warming up under my tights.
I took my hands off of his shoulder, before losing off the corset that held me in its confined. I felt relief from taking it off, throwing my corset top somewhere else. His eyes darted to my chest, "Like them?" pressing them together, I felt myself getting wetter as he looked at me. Before I felt him flipping me over, feeling my back hitting the bed. My legs crossed each other as I held them up. I turned my head to the side, looking at him, opening my legs.
"Are you hard right now?" I teased, feeling some heart from his hands, melting away my tights. Before I felt him rip them off my legs. The flimsy fabric was ruined, "You ruined them" I faked my sad expression, "I'll replace them" he rubbed the upper parts of my thighs, taking my panties off of me. His hands stretch the lips of cunt, making me moan out. "S-stop, it's embarrassing" I turned my head away from the scene, "Fuck your soaked" He spread me apart, and his fingers slid into me, moaning on impact.
My legs trembling from the intrusion. His fingers curled into me, making me bend back, my hands gripping the sheets, his fingers thrusting into me in a rough motion, "FUCK!" I cried, my chest rising up and down. "Your sensitive, aren't you" He was staring at me, analyzing what I did, making me squeeze down on his finger, making him groan, "Shit, I'm sorry" Before he took his fingers, some clear slick. He licked his fingers clean, I didn't know if this was even real. Luke Riordan literally fingering me and licking my juices. I propped myself on my elbows before looking up at Luke taking off his pants.
His dick leaning onto his stomach, standing up. "Holy Shit" I muttered, it had a red tip and pre-cum leaking out of the tip, and it was bigger than you thought. I felt his hand on my ankle dragging me onto the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart. "L-luke" I moaned, He had a condom in his hand, taking it out of the golden package, "W-wait, let me put it on" He placed it in my hand. I place it on my lips before taking the shaft and using my mouth to put the condom on.
I leaned back putting my legs up, as he put his hand on my thighs and slid himself into me, I moaned out. His dick abusing my cunt. Tightening against his cock. I heard him groan, The friction made me feel wetter. His hand on my waist, his dick stuffing me full, his hips snapping into me. His hands cupped my chest, playing with them. I felt his mouth on my peaks, making me bend. "Luke" I moaned.
I turned my head to the side, flickering my eyes away from him. My chest heaving, my body is feeling hot, and feeling sticker. I felt his hand roaming on my body, flicking my nipples, making me shiver in pleasure. His hands moved my body to the side, as he lifted my legs onto his shoulder, thrusting into me. Feeling him reaching a deep side of me, I flickered my eyes at him. I felt my abdomen feeling hot and bubbling, tightening against him before he groaned. "Luke..I'm close" I wailed, "Fuck, I'm close too" He rubbed my waist, making me mewl out.
I felt a wave crash down on my body, as I moaned out, gripping down on the sheets. His pace slowed down as he plunged into me, making me twitch. His pelvis collided with mine, as he thrust in, before releasing his load. Before he pulled out of me, before typing it up and throwing away the used condoms.
I was tired and sweaty. I put my hand over my eyes, trying to hide from him. I really didn't realize that it really did happen. Having sex with Luke actually did happen.
Leaning up on your elbows, "You okay" I turned my head at Luke, sitting on the side of the bed. He was still half naked, "Yeah.." I laid back down, "Could I hug you?" He asked, "Um, sure.." I felt the bed dip as he crawled towards me and his arms around my waist, leading to the side of my stomach. It was a little awkward but wholesome, I didn't know what to do but I rubbed his head. It lasted for a few minutes before I closed my eyes and slept off.
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'cold turkey' but i rewrote it - part two!
summary: the festivities have begun! but you forgot the drinks. whoops.
wc: 2k+
a/n: I almost cut this short at like a thousand words but I knew in my SPIRIIITT that I wanted to add more twists and turns to this thing. It's a bit rushed but let's just say I'm very glad I did!
if you feel like it: comment your favorite holiday-related dishes :)
part one part two
“Traffic was nuts today,” your older sister Alanna sighed as she hauled a carton full of cans of soda over to the kitchen. She looked up and saw Miles, who smiled and gave her a quick wave. “Oh my god, Miles?”
“One and only,” he replied. “Been a minute, ain’t it?”
The woman set the carton down on the floor. “When did you get so big? You're taller than me!”
Miles shrugged. “Growth spurt.”
“Alright then, nice seeing you,” Alanna turned and joined you on the couch with that glint in her eye and smirk that appeared only when she was scheming. “He’s mad cute now, right?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed, “ ‘Lana, no. Not happening.”
“Come on, I’ve seen the niggas you been with and he’s literally your type–”
“Can you lower your voice? He’s right there!” you yell-whispered.
You craned your neck to see if Miles was listening. His head was down, all focus seemingly directed towards cooking beans.
You turned back towards Alanna. “Anyway, he’s Jeff’s kid. I don’t want beef with Jeff or his mama if we break up. They literally live around the corner, do you know how awkward that’s gonna be?”
“So pessimistic,” Alanna’s lips were upturned into a pout. “How you just met him and you already imagining the breakup?”
“I’m being realisti–”
“The beans are done!” Miles’ voice interrupted.
You called out, “That’s great, thank you so much! I’ll see you later this evening?”
He emerged from the kitchen and began to put on his sneakers. “Yup, lookin’ forward to it,” he stood up and made direct eye contact with you as he smiled. “Good luck with med school.”
With that, Miles grabbed his jacket off of the hook by the entrance, and left.
Your sister watched the door shut behind him with a satisfied grin. “He likes you.”
“No he don’t,” you retorted, keeping your eyes glued to your socks. “You want him to like me.”
The image of fluttering lashes and the scar on his cheek returned to you. How Alanna could tell even without her knowing about that little encounter was a mystery.
“Well, either way, do what you want,” she rose from the couch with a sigh of resignation. “I’m just saying he seems sweet. Now, help me decorate, and I’ll let you make the playlist after.”
You perked up at the thought of having DJ privileges and hopped to your feet. “You got it!”
-
Only half an hour had passed since relatives and family friends began trickling in, but you were already exhausted. One more inescapable hug and barrage of questioning, and you swore you’d have a breakdown.
Ding dong!
“I’ll get it!” you announced, narrowly escaping being accosted by one of your aunts as you made a beeline for the door.
It was Miles again, this time with company.
“Welcome back,” you greeted Miles and stepped back to open the door wider. “Hey Mr. and Mrs. Morales!”
“Y/N! It’s been so long, tú eres tan guapa!” Rio Morales briefly took both of your hands in hers before entering, tugging Miles along with her.
Jefferson Morales was the last to go inside. His warm smile was a stark contrast to his wide, imposing frame. “I see Miles didn’t burn your kitchen down,” he laughed heartily. “He wasn’t too much trouble?”
Not in the way you were expecting.
You shook her head politely, “No, not at all! He even helped me finish dinner.”
Jefferson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Well, that’s good to hear. We really appreciate the invite.”
“No problem,” you nodded as you shut the door.
“Y/N!” Alanna rushed up to you not a moment later, looking mildly panicked. “Do you remember where you put the drinks? The alcoholic ones, I mean.”
Your eyes widened. “Fuck, I think I forgot to buy them.”
“...Now, your mother was going to nursing school at the time, so she had to…”
Jefferson’s deep voice carried over the music, catching Alanna’s attention. He stood near the tin of mac and cheese telling a story that–judging by the look on Miles’ face–he had told several times before.
That same smirk from before spread across her lips. ‘Do what you want’, sure, but a little helpful push wouldn’t hurt.
“Miles, do you wanna help out Y/N again? She forgot to go out and buy drinks.”
He perked up, relief written all over his face. “Yeah, it’s no problem! I’ll drive her.”
You narrowed your eyes at your sister, but didn’t push back. “That’s cool with me. I’ll go get my sweater.”
-
You squeezed your fingers nervously as Miles turned the key and brought the car roaring to life.
What could you possibly say to him? ‘Hey, so we almost kissed earlier. Thoughts on that?’
“What kinda drinks y’all need?” his voice ripped you away from your thoughts as he pulled onto the road.
You didn’t answer, your eyes fixated on the motion of his hands spinning the wheel.
“Y/N?”
You blinked.
“Huh?”
“What kind of drinks are we looking for?”
“Oh, um, wine and cider and shit,” you waved a hand in the air, “Stuff that goes with turkey.”
“Cool.”
The ride was quiet, largely because you were busy racking your brain trying to think of something–anything–to fill the silence with. You’d already asked about school, and you knew Miles’ parents. But what about him?
He stopped at a red light, drumming his fingers on the wheel.
“So what do you do, like, outside of school?”
You winced. Small talk was not your forte.
Miles didn’t seem to mind though, appearing deep in thought before he answered, “I draw, when I got the time. Sing a little on the side.”
“I believe you. You look like you have a nice voice.”
An impish smile played on his lips. “Is that your way of saying I’m cute?”
“I…” the words were trapped in your throat. Part of you didn’t want to tell him the truth outright, but he was smiling at you and the sparkle in his eyes made you feel funny.
“Maybe. Don’t get your hopes up, though.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So there’s a low, but non-zero chance.”
You snorted, “Alright, physics major. The light’s green.”
“Oh, shit. Thanks.” Miles focused his attention back onto the road and continued driving.
You didn’t say anything more for the remainder of the ride, but he caught you staring at him every now and then through the rear view mirror, curiosity written on your face.
Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the supermarket.
“Think you’ll find ‘stuff that goes with turkey’ in here?”
“I hope so,” you laughed, unbuckling your seat belt, “My sister’s gonna put me in the dirt if I don’t.”
“Well, good luck!”
Miles unlocked the door, and you set out on your mission.
Luckily, it only took you about twenty minutes to locate a bottle of moscato and some hard apple cider. Just as he saw you emerge from the double doors, though, a familiar buzzing in the back of his head tipped him off.
Really? On Thanksgiving?
A man wearing an inconspicuous black ski mask and hoodie stood waiting by the entrance, ready to strike.
“Yo, empty your pocke–”
Miles swung into action the moment he spotted the gleam of a firearm.
You yelped as a string of white web shot out from seemingly nowhere and yanked the gun from your assailant’s hands.
“It’s the holidays! C’mon, man!”
“Spider-Man?” Your jaw dropped at the sight of the masked hero.
He was perched on top of a low building right next to the supermarket, only his white eyes and the bright red streaks lining his suit visible in the pitch-black of night.
“At your service, ma’am!”
With a quick salute, he was gone as suddenly as he’d appeared. Like, literally gone. You didn’t see him leave.
You let out a deep exhale and made your way back to Miles’ car, but you couldn’t see him in the window. A pit began to form in your stomach, until a voice made you jump.
“Hey, you alright?”
It was Miles, who had somehow appeared at your side without a sound. He was out of breath, leaning his elbow on the side of the vehicle for support.
Your eyes narrowed. “I’m…fine. Are you okay? Where’d you go?”
“Bathroom,” he lied. He pointed towards the bags you were holding. “Need help with those?”
You handed them over without a second thought. “Definitely. You know this nigga almost robbed me outside the store just now? Then, right as he’s about to pull a gun on me, guess who shows up?”
Miles grinned knowingly. “Spider-Man?”
“Showed up quick as hell! Even on Thanksgiving, can you imagine?”
“Crazy.”
He opened the door to the passenger’s side for you to get in.
“Thanks.”
Miles did a slight bow, allowing you to catch a flash of red and black peeking out from beneath his jacket. You had assumed that he was wearing a turtleneck at first, but upon closer inspection–
“At your service,” he said with a grin before making his way over to the driver’s seat.
As you shut the door, Spider-Man’s voice returned to you.
At your service, ma’am.
The rest of the way home, you replayed both sentences in your head, alternating between the two and replaying the night’s events.
Miles had just so happened to reappear mere seconds after Spider-Man had said the words. They even shared an accent. You considered the absurd possibility for a moment; the police chief’s son being the masked vigilante would make quite the headline, almost poetic in its irony.
Too poetic.
But just as you were about to let it go, Miles went over a speedbump, causing a jolt that made something begin to slip out from his jacket’s right pocket.
Black, red and white.
You pondered how to broach the subject once he pulled up in front of your house, when a lightbulb went off in your head.
Reaching over to the red button that released your seatbelt, you pressed it halfway, over and over again.
“Miles, I think my seatbelt’s stuck. Help me out?”
Miles removed his own with a click. “Sure, lemme see.”
He leaned over and reached the passenger’s seat with ease. His breath hit the side of your neck as he moved closer, making your heart rate quicken, but you maintained focus.
What mattered was that he was in close quarters. You had to see the suit.
“Got it,” Miles said once he released your not-actually-stuck seatbelt. “You’re free–”
Before he could move any further, you grabbed the collar of his jacket and unzipped it halfway.
“I knew it!”
The look of sheer terror on Miles’ face sealed the deal. Here was Spider-Man, in all of his glory.
“Are you…gonna…tell anyone?”
His voice was hushed as he spoke. Almost small. You looked into those round, glassy eyes and felt a wave of guilt.
“I–no, of course not,” you shook your head. “I just…I needed to be sure.”
He relaxed, some of the humor returning to his face. “And now that you’re sure?”
A cheeky grin spread across your lips.
“I guess I should thank you.”
You tugged at his collar one more time and brought his lips crashing against yours.
After getting over the initial surprise, Miles brought a hand up to caress one side of your face and deepen the kiss. Your other hand reached up and brushed the cold metal of one of his stud earrings before you snaked your arm around his neck.
Miles was the first to pull away, zipping his jacket back up.
“I don’t think I can stay in this position for that long,” he smiled. “We gotta get back inside with these drinks.”
You sighed, head still pounding with adrenaline. “You’re right, let’s get outta here.”
By the time you made it up the steps, Alanna was already holding the door open. She gave your face a good once-over and stifled a laugh.
“Did you two have fun on your little adventure?”
You took one of the bags from Miles and held it up like a trophy. “Yup, mission accomplished.”
“That’s not what I meant, baby,” she gestured towards her lips and mouthed “your lip gloss.”
Your eyes widened as she snickered, and let the two of you in.
“Don’t worry, we’ll fix it in the bathroom. Hurry up!”
A few makeup wipes and a liner touch-up later, you emerged from the bathroom just in time for dinner.
Out of all the chairs strewn about the living room, you ended up seated between Miles and Jefferson. The former kept quiet, save for the occasional joke or wink thrown in your direction. Jefferson kept inquiring about your studies, which would then bounce back to Miles’ studies, which Miles then would somehow deflect back to you. Any and all conversation with Jeff became awkward, considering you had just made out with his son.
The party ending felt like a weight lifted off of your shoulders.
You stood at the entrance, waving goodbye to the steady stream of guests as their conversations stretched on, even from their cars. The Morales family were the last to leave.
After his parents went down the steps, Miles stopped in front of the door.
“Hey,” he smiled and tilted his head.
“Hey. You ready to go? I’m not letting you stay the night,” you teased.
“Wasn’t planning to, I promise. I just wanted to ask…”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “When are you goin’ back to campus?”
“Monday.”
Miles winced, “Damn.”
“I know, I literally gotta start packing to-night! It’s a nightmare!”
“In that case,” he took out his phone, and held it out to you gingerly. “Can we keep in touch?”
You accepted the offer, rapidly entering your digits and saving them under your name. “Worried about me spilling your secret identity?”
“Absolutely. I gotta keep an eye on you from now on. Like witness protection, but backwards–”
“Miles, vamos!” Rio called out from a distance.
“I’m coming, mami!” he replied before turning back to you. “See you winter break?”
You planted a kiss on his cheek. “Maybe. Non-zero chance.”
"I'll take it."
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spence-tober: day 2 - farmer
pairing: farmer!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which you live a quiet yet exciting and passionate love with your husband on his family's farm.
word count: 1434
warnings: domestic fluff, crop farmer not animal, mentions of a knife in terms of cooking
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There was a creaking noise. There, as you stood at the large farm style sink while you were washing off some vegetables for dinner. You almost missed it with the sound of the water rushing out of the faucet, but you caught it. Just barely.
A stone cold expression washeed over your face and you turned the faucet off.
No other noise permeated throughout the one-floor renovated country farmhouse. No more water. No more creaking. Not even the sound of your breath, as it caught in your throat.
You slowly turned your torso and body around, a full 180 degrees.
“Spencer Walter Reid. You better not be trekking mud and dirt through this kitchen.” You scold lightly as you look at your husband who froze in his step.
Like you had guessed by the lack of shuffling or scuffing sounds at the back door of the house, Spencer’s work boots were caked in layers of dirt and mud and soil. The cuffs of his overalls were tucked into the boots to avoid the grime from touching his skin, but that did no good for his arms and hands judging by the look of them.
His face was a little better off. A perpetual redness decorated his cheeks and tips of his ears, slightly sunburned from being outside all day, nearly every day. His hair was a mess, but it was a sign that he was indeed wearing that large brimmed hat you got him for his birthday.
His expression read guilty but he still didn’t respond.
You nod at his feet, “Boots off. Wash off in the sink, please.” You say as you move out of the way of the sink, bringing your collander of vegetables with you to the island of the rustic kitchen.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Spencer responds finally, following your instructions and shirking off his boots to the nearby shoe rack and moving towards the sink.
“How’s everything looking?” You inquire as the sound of water echoes through the room once again.
“Good,” Spencer responds, “The rain from this morning helped shorten the work day so I only had to check the hydration in the greenhouse. The humidity was a little high, but everything’s straightened out now.”
His now clean hands turned the water off and he turned to you as he dryed them off with the little hand towel hanging on the rack above the sink.
“Did you know that too much humidity in the air can cause crops and other plants to attract bacteria, fungi, pests, and grow mold? Not only will crops attract more bacteria, but imbalance humidity levels to the type of crop can cause the transpiration rates to slow, prohibiting development and growth.”
His eyes gleam with excitement and wealth of knowledge as he looks at you, explaining with a smile. Hanging up the towel in its rightful place, Spencer shuffled over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder, almost nuzzling into you.
You turn your head and kiss his cheek with a gentle smile, “No, I didn’t know that.”
Spencer had met you when he was in university studying agriculture and you for renewable energy engineering. You started dating in your undergrad, moved in together and got engaged while pursuing masters, and got married once you both had graduated.
Moving back to Spencer’s family’s farm was a joint decision between the two of you when his mom started getting a little tired of the work. Diana retired and started traveling while you and Spencer started making the land your home.
Spencer kept up with the farm and greenhouse, hiring extra farmhands when harvest came along and you implemented some new energy equipment that would cut down on power costs in the long run.
“What did you get up to today, sweets?” He asked, returning your kiss on the cheek with a tender peck at your temple.
You reach up with your hands, abandoning the dinner prep, and hold onto his arms that drape around your shoulders. You both start swaying to non-existent music, just drifting back and forth together, relishing in the closeness of your bodies.
“Well,” You start to think, “I finished a few proposal costs and went through some freelance work.”
Renewable energy was really taking off, even in the smaller town that you both now reside in. Other farms as well as other businesses have consulted you for evaluations, plus you did accept freelance work from the city nearby.
“I finished the final coat of paint for the guest room and I’ll need your help moving the new bed in there this weekend before your mom comes to visit. We should also decide what we want to do with the old study.”
You felt Spencer nod at your neck. “That sounds good.” He says.
He pulls away slightly, “We can move in the bed tonight after dinner and we should wait on the study until Mom comes to town. She won’t want to sit and do nothing and I don’t need her out in the field with me.”
You giggle, “You mean you don’t want Diana to scold you when you step on a tomato on the ground?”
He groans from your neck, “It was only that one time!” He shakes his head, but you can hear a smile on his face, “I swear, she watches me like a hawk watches it’s prey.” He grumbles.
“Too many farmers in the field?” You ask jokingly.
“Yes.” Spencer responds, gruffly.
“Well,” You start to say, “Diana would agree.” You pull away from Spencer and give him the vegetables and a chopping board. You start to move around the kitchen, working on other aspects of dinner.
“She said you weren’t wading through the corn the right way and that it would hurt you and the corn.” You tell.
Spencer looks up at you from chopping up some carrots with a doubtful look on his face, “She only mentioned it hurting the corn, didn’t she?” He asked.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing and nod.
Diana and Spencer were two peas in a pod. But one thing they could nearly never agree on is the occupation and hobby that they share. They teased and compared and playfully poked fun at each other in the field, but it was Diana who gave Spencer his love of farming in the first place.
She was the one who made it fun for the lanky child in his youth, at first just picking berry bushes, then helping out in the greenhouse, and then again in his teens during harvest season.
You were worried when first meeting Diana that she wouldn’t like you, but you got along quickly with both of your loves of nature and green energy. Plus your shared love of Spencer would always bring you together.
After a few giggles escape you, you turn back to your husband. “Oh!” You say, getting his attention.
“That reminds me, you need to call Jim Harvey back. He wanted to see if we have the harvest this year to expand his existing order.”
“Again?” Spencer asked in amusement, not looking up from the knife in his hand, being careful to chop the vegetables without taking off a part of his finger.
You nodded, “Yeah, something about expecting more calves this year or something.” You remember.
Spencer scoffs, adding the finished vegetable pieces in a bowl for you. “But he says that-”
“Every year.” You both finish together.
You giggle as Spencer chuckles. You gladly take the bowl from him and set it aside, them grabbing his hands and enveloping them around you. You cage yourself in his arms and look up at your husband.
You bring your hands up to his face, the slight scruff of his chin making you smile fondly. “Why don’t you call him back and take a shower while I finish up dinner.” You say.
You press a kiss to his lips, which are slightly chapped from staying outside in the sun all day.
Spencer smiles and chases your lips for more, “That,” He gives you another peck, “Sounds.” Another peck. “Good.” And another.
You regrettably untangle yourself from your husband. “Dinner will be ready by the time you’re out of the shower, my love.”
Spencer pulls you into him once again and presses a longer, more passionate kiss on your lips, stealing your breath away. His lips are pinker and a little swollen, you believe yours aren’t too far off either.
His eyes gleam with his love for you, his smile just the same.
“And maybe dessert?”
a/n: i promise not all of these will be established relationships... so, how are we liking this so far? i just love alternative universe possibilities and imagining spencer in different professions and or walks of life!
#criminal minds#criminalminds#spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds fic#dr. spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid au
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When did you swallow glass?
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader
Part of the Spitfire Universe but can be read alone.
AN: Self indulgent fic because I was sick again and it was terrible.
Jake knew something was off the second he stepped into your temporary home.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
You weren’t in the kitchen blaring music while you cooked dinner like normal. You weren’t even asleep on the couch with the tv on.
Your car was in the driveway so he knows you have to be home. Have to be.
He looks around in all the downstairs rooms and couldn’t seem to find you. Didn’t even see anything amiss with the house either.
He headed upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He almost walked back out if not for the little bit of hair that was peeking out of the blankets that were piled on top of you. Strange. You’re a freeze baby, always cold so you’re always putting your chilly feet on him in bed, but this is excessive. It’s California and the air conditioning was barely running. Jake’s going to have to turn the thermostat down in a bit or he knows he’s going to sweat to death.
He walked over to you and tried to pull the blankets away from your face but you buried your face further into the blankets with a whine.
“Baby? Can I see your pretty face please?” Jake asked you gently.
Some shuffling came from the blankets but no face peeked out.
“No? I can’t see you?”
More shuffling.
“Pretty please? I missed you all day,” Jake said as he tried to peel the blankets from your head again.
He finally was able to see you and noticed you looked… off. Your eyes a little watery and slightly droopy. Your skin looked a bit clammy. He immediately pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.
“You feel warm. What’s with all the blankets?” He asked softly.
“So cold,” you said as you wiggled your body to further cover as much of yourself as you could under all the blankets.
He nodded and headed to the hallway closet and got the thermometer and with a little encouragement got it under your tongue.
After about 30 seconds the thermometer beeped and it was just as he suspected, a fever.
“Can you sit up for me?” He asked and you shook your head.
He sighed. You hate being sick, not that anyone really likes it but you despise it. You hate laying around and doing nothing. You especially hate having to rely on anyone, even him.
He scooped you up a little and moved you more towards the middle of the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, “You have a fever. Any other symptoms?”
You nod. He sat for a second and waited for you to continue but you just continued staring at him.
He chuckled, “Do you want me to list some and you can nod or shake your head?”
You nod.
If that was the case then you must have a, “Sore throat?”
You nod.
“Bad?”
You nod.
With the pile of blankets he can assume, “Chills?”
You nod again.
“Headache?”
You nod.
He quickly got out his phone and started typing in the symptoms he has listed off.
“Do you think it’s a cold?”
You shake your head.
“The flu?”
You shake your head again.
“Okay next on the list: strep?”
You nod.
“Ohh baby you poor thing. Why didn’t you text me?” He asked as he set a hand on your forehead and brushed your hair back.
You shrug and just stare up at him pitifully.
“Well, looks like we’re going to the doctors. Get your shoes on,” Jake said as he stood up.
You groan but follow his order and crawled out of bed to put your shoes on. You threw on one of his sweatshirts and Jake couldn’t help but think how adorable you are is in his clothes. There’s just something about seeing his wife in his clothes that he absolutely loves.
He got you out to the car and it didn’t take long until he was pulling into the med center. He checked you in and filled out your form for you while you leaned back in your chair a little and closed your eyes.
When your name was called you got up to follow the nurse but stopped at the door and stared at Jake until he got up to come too.
“Sorry didn’t realize you wanted me there too,” Jake said as he caught up to you.
You nod and follow the nurse into the exam room.
Once inside the nurse takes your vitals. Confirms that Jake was right and you do in fact have a fever.
She starts to ask you about your symptoms and you stare at her and then at Jake for a moment. It hurt to talk. It hurts to do anything involving your throat. You pull out your phone and type on it before passing it to Jake.
He gives you a funny look and then reads out loud, “It feels there’s glass in my throat. I have a headache and I feel tired but mostly it’s the glass pain.”
The nurse laughs and thanks Jake before getting a throat swab out for a rapid throat culture test.
The machine doing the throat culture wasn’t even on for five minutes before it was flashing positive for Strep A.
“That makes sense why you feel like there’s glass in your throat. Hopefully some antibiotics will make it stop. The doctor will be right in to give you the prescription for those and get you on your way,” the nurse says as she’s walking out of the room.
Jake thanks her for you and leans over and kisses your forehead, “My poor baby. You should have texted me. I would have come home sooner to take you to the doctors.”
You shrug and sigh. You didn’t want to bother him at work. To be honest you were just hoping it all went away but after a nap it just felt ever worse.
The doctor soon came in and confirmed the test and you were out the door quickly with Jake and your prescription.
He dropped you off at home before he ran out and got it along with a giant box of popsicles and a blue slushie for you.
The next day you were still a little bit iffy but finally the day after that you were feeling more like yourself.
Jake smiled seeing you out of bed in the morning, “No more glass?”
You shook your head with a smile, “No more glass.”
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Fireworks
pairing: König x reader
warning: just a lil bit spicy in the end, and a bit of gg translated German so it might be shite.
summary: you invited König over to watch fireworks, and it got a bit too cold.
word count: 1700-ish
(A/N: my second writing ever hohoho let's go, and happy new year >:D)
11:36 p.m.
You were sitting on the couch, looking at the clock on top of your TV in front of you. A bottle of cola in your hand is half full. The sky is getting darker and darker every minute. He should have arrived five minutes ago. You can't stop worrying he will not come. No, he will be here. Just give him some time. You thought to yourself, maybe he got a little too excited and needs time to calm himself down.
König was standing at your front door for almost 15 minutes with a small potted African violet in his hand, not because he's worried if he came to the wrong house, there's no other house here for half a mile away. The man is trying to build enough courage to knock, should he text you that he's here first, or should he just knock before the plant goes stiff. Suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket.
Y/N: Hey big man, are you lost?
Your text popped up on top of his screen, and he froze. Big man, huh. How could you keep finding nicknames to call him, and still every single one of it makes him blush. Before he could reply, another message from you popped up.
Y/N: It's okay if you change your mind, y’know. I'm not gonna be mad.
After seeing the text. He typed his reply as fast as he could, not wanting you to think that he stood you up. He'd never stood you up.
König: I'm at your door.
He heard a faint noise of stumbling, jumping, and running to the door. A clicking sound was heard and in the gap between the door, is your face. You were in your favorite sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. You look so cozy; it makes him kind of embarrassed because he’s in his black jacket and jeans like he’s taking you out or something.
“Oh wow, looking handsome tonight huh, big bear.” You were opening up the door to let him come in when your eyes locked on the small pot in his hands, you gasped. “König! You shouldn’t have,”
“I saw this at the shop and thought of you,” He handed you the plant. “At first I thought a bouquet of flowers would be nice, but it's not going to last long.”
“How thoughtful,” You reach out for the plant from him and gesture at him to come in. “c'mon, it's cold outside.”
König stepped into your humble little home. The smell of food hit his nose first thing. He eyed around your living room, then moved to the kitchen zone on the right. “Cozy, ich mag das.”
“Sorry?” You turned around and looked at him. It’s not unusual that he slipped some German in when he speaks, which you adore very much. However, your German sucks ass.
“I like it,” he said sitting down on the couch while you find a nice spot for your new little plant. After looking around for a solid minute, you decided to put it beside the window where the sunlight can reach it. König was looking at you while you put his small gift down with such care, in fact, he likes watching you move around in your big sweater. You look like a soft cuddly ball in his eyes.
“So, we have some time until midnight, want to eat something? I’ve put the pizza in the microwave, it should be ready now.”
“Sure,” The man walked up to you at the kitchen counter. “Need help?”
“Relax, Mr. Bear. I can do this, you’re my guest!” You gesture at him to go back to the couch.
Mr. Bear.
Mr. Bear.
Verdammt, get it together you silly man.
“I-I can’t just sit while you do all the work.” He stuttered.
“Well then, why don’t you go upstairs and tidy up the place for us?”
“Upstairs?”
“Yeah, we can watch the fireworks from there.”
He nodded silently, walking slowly up the stairs. Second level of the house is, for him, a private space. When you asked him to come, he didn’t think he’d have to come upstairs. König looks around and sees the balcony on the right side, the left side is the door to your room. How did he know that? Because the door is opened ajar. He couldn’t stop himself from looking into your room, despite knowing it’s not appropriate. In the small gap he can see your bed with a plushie on top of it. That’s all he sees before moving on to the balcony.
The balcony was already prepared, almost. You had a blanket down on the floor and a couple of bottles on top to prevent it from flying away. He lowered himself down on the blanket, soft wind blowing, sending a cold feeling onto his face. What should he do next, you both need more blankets, but all the blankets are in your bedroom, and he wouldn’t dare go in.
The sky is nice tonight, no clouds, the moon is shining beautifully, König thought about you, spending time here alone with a small town quite far away might be lonely. Even Though you are mostly off for the missions, you got to spend time with the team. It feels nothing like spending time with someone normal, just sitting down and talking and watching movies, doing normal things. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that with someone, now he gets to do it with you, even just for a short moment. He will do his best to enjoy it with you.
“The sky is pretty, don’t you think?” Your voice is heard from behind. He turned to look at you, your hand holding a plate, the other hand a bottle of cola. “Sorry I don’t have wine.”
“I don’t mind,” said König with a smile. He scooted over for you to sit beside him. You dropped yourself down and set the stuff in your hand between you both. “The sky is pretty.”
But you are the prettiest thing I see.
“It’s been some time since I came out here and looked at the sky.” You sigh softly. “It’s nice to see it with someone.”
König didn’t reply to that, instead he looked back up at the sky above, quietly cherishing the comfort of your presence. He can hear you picking up a slice of pizza and eating it quietly beside him. All this just feels normal, just being with you without saying anything. He wonders if this is what it’s like to spend time with someone, to be with someone.
“It’s very cold up here” You rub your hands together.
Suddenly König’s hand moves to your side, but before it touches you, he stops. He decided to take off his jacket, leaving only his black turtleneck to shield the cold. “Here,”
“Oh, thanks” You accept his jacket and put it over your body. The smell of coffee hits your nose, you can’t help but smile to yourself. “How sweet of you.” You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.
His muscles tense up against you. König’s mind went crazy, his face heated up like a stove, both of his hands curled into fists. How should he act? Should he lean back onto you, or should he stay like this? Though he tried his best not to move, to act normal, but you already notice the change in his physique.
“I’m sorry- was that too much-” You raised your head to look at him, seeing his red face makes yours lit up as well. Before you could move a bit further, you feel his hand on your shoulder, holding you close.
“Better keep close, it-it’s cold up here” He stumbled looking away from you. You can still see his red cheeks from this angle, he’s blushing. Was it because he likes it or because it’s the anxiety he’s having? You couldn’t tell. But you can tell by his hand that is holding firmly on your shoulder, he doesn’t want you to pull away.
You gave in to the urge and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face. His face turned to face you, blue eyes widely looking at yours like a deer in headlights. Suddenly his eyes shift to your lips, and back up again. König leans closer, your faces are inches apart. You shift up to meet his touch. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft. You both stay still for a moment, letting the feeling tattoo into your brain, then you make the first move. He kisses you back softly, holding back the urge to just pin you down and do what he wants with you. Your hand touches the side of his face, caressing it. His hand on your shoulder now moves down to your waist, pulling you close. Without breaking the kiss, you move yourself up to straddle him. Your lower lip was taken by his teeth, pulling it gently. You both return the touches for a while, then break apart, gasping for air. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.”
Your eyes lock with his, faces still so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. “You are so beautiful in my jacket,” König whispers. “Schatz, so gorgeous.”
His words earn a small chuckle from you, but before you could say something in return, König pulled you back to meet his lips. His warm hands slip under your sweater, meet the skin of your waist, while he tastes you. You feel so small in his embrace, so safe, yet so fragile. His low, raspy voice whispers soft little praise between the kisses. Suddenly you feel the sky lit up in colors, it’s midnight. König pulls away to look up briefly, then his lips are back on yours again.
“Konig-” You gasp between the kisses. “We’re going to miss the fireworks.”
“I could miss thousands of them if it means I get to have you like this, liebling.”
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Hey I got a request for Tommy Shelby so you are tommy daughter age 15 so your mum died when you was little and polly and Esme are out of town and Linda and you don’t ger on
So you just start your first period and you don’t know what to do and you was to scared to tell Tommy so you didn’t when he got home you started to cry in his arms but still didn’t tell him In the middle of the night you run to his room crying because you was in some much pain and you leak on the bed as well so you was scared he was going to yell at you but he didn’t and help you
Hope that make sense
Hey Anon,
Thanks for waiting!!! I changed a bit of it but hopefully you enjoy it!
Warnings: cramps, periods, missing your mum,
You woke up and felt a strange type of feeling in the pit of your abdomen. It wasn't enough to cause pain at first but it did distract you as you went about your morning routine.
Coming downstairs, you looked at your breakfast but couldn't manage more than a piece of toast. You munched on it wondering where everyone was. You stood up to make some herbal tea in the kitchen and felt a strange sort of rush. It was followed by an awful cramping sensation. You sat back down as the pain stole your breath and took a few moments.
Your immediate reaction was to go to the bathroom, where you saw an absolute mess in your panties. Panic shot through you. What the hell were you supposed to do?
You got yourself cleaned up and tried to keep it contained. You called your dad and felt sick when he answered the phone.
“Shelby?” He said in a cold voice. You hated his telephone voice and you felt small. You couldn't bother him with this type of stuff.
“Do you know where Polly is?” You blurted out realizing you must sound panicked.
“She’s gone to London with Esme. What’s wrong?” His voice was softer now and you considered telling him but something in your chest just wouldn't budge. It felt like a deep dark secret, it was too vulnerable to outside of your body.
“Ah, nothing. Just feeling a bit off. Probably just going to rest for the day.”
“Do you need me home?” He asked and a part of you wanted to say yes.
“No, no. that’s alright. I’ll be fine.” You lied. “Just going to read in bed. Nothing to worry about.” Your voice almost caught. Tears started to fill your eyes.
“Alright, love. Call if you need me.”
“I love you.” You whispered. You felt no control over your thoughts or feelings.
“Love you too.” He said it with an air of suspicion and you regretted saying it. With your head spinning you went back into your room. You lit a fire and crawled under your heavy quilts.
You grabbed a book from your side table and tried to hide away.
He just wasn't quick enough. The arrow pierced his flesh and his muscular body fell hard into the forest floor.
The book slipped from your fingers and you cried. Harder than you could ever remember. Your body shook as you cried out. Your emotions ran all over you as you felt your heartbreak.
Just then there was a knock at the door. You wiped your face with your sleeves.
“Can I come in?” Linda called from the hallway. There wasn't any way to hide.
“Erm- Yeah?” You said and the door opened.
“Are you alright?” She asked concern causing her face to twist up. You figured you could tell her, but that knot in your chest got tighter. The only person you wanted to tell was your mum. But she was long gone. You felt an empty sensation consume you and you fought the urge to cry.
“Yeah, just a sad book.” You managed. Her eyes flicked to the book on the floor beside the bed, her eyes darkened when she looked at the cover. Her eyes moved back to you and you resisted the urge to sit up straighter. You didnt particularly like Linda.
“There is only one book you should be concerned with and that sure isn't it.” Her voice was sharp. “I’ll have a word with your father, though I doubt he has any interest in the redemption of your soul.”
Your fists balled in your blankets and you fought the urge to scream at her. You imagined hitting her, her blood splattering the carpet. But you were Tommy’s daughter, no consequences would fall on your shoulders. Arthur would have to answer for it and that made you want to hit her even more.
“If that’s all I’ll be on my way.” She looked at you for a moment longer and you hated how much you wanted to make her hurt for what she had said to you. She turned and shut your door. Once you heard the front door shut you padded down to your dad’s study.
You pulled the top desk drawer open and snatched a pack of cigarettes. You stomped back upstairs and slammed your bedroom door. You sat on the ledge of your window and opened it enjoying the cold wet air. You lit a cigarette and started in on the pack. Why you felt this would help you didn’t know. It just seemed right.
The smoke was awful but also satisfying. You sat there until your stomach hurt so bad you had to move back to your bed.
The cramping sensation came in waves and you drifted in and out of sleep. The pain was only getting worse. The day passed into night and you only made it as far as your bathroom and back. The blood was more and more, coupled with the pain started to make you worry.
What if something was really wrong? Maybe your organs weren't right and were bleeding to much? What if it didnt stop like other women and you bled out?
Worries consumed and you drifted back to sleep. It seemed to be the only thing that helped the pain.
The pain became unbearable and it caused you to wake up. It hurt to breathe and you couldn't move. Just then a knock sounded on your door and your dad opened it slowly. He took one look at you and ran to your side.
You were curled up into a ball and felt so awful and embarrassed you wished you would pass out.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was scared and it caused you to just give up.
“I got my time of the month- fuck” The cramps kicked up again and you couldn't speak.
“Alright.” He said rubbing your back. There was a silence and you felt the tears coming again.
“I want my mum” You whispered before crying out. At that, he held you tightly.
“Me too.” He said softly. He kissed the top of your head before stiffening slightly. “Go take a bath and I’ll give Polly a call.”
You moved the blankets and started to cry even harder in embarrassment. The quilt your mum had made also had some blood on it and that caused something hard to break inside you.
“Hey, now. It’s alright.” He tried to help you up. He got you to the bathroom and started the bath before leaving you alone. It felt awful being alone but the hot water helped the pain immediately.
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“Shelby” Polly’s voice was a little slurred and he assumed that everything was going well in London, perhaps too well.
“Pol, Shes’s - erm started her time of the month-” He sighed not sure what he was really asking for. “So how do you think I should go about that.”
“Oh, I’ll drive back -” She said in a more sober voice.
“No, I can handle it. I’m just not sure how you lot handle this type of thing.”
“There are sanitary things in my bathroom. The bottom shelf of the vanity.” He could hear a bunch of rustling on her end.
“Alright thank you.” He said grateful for her help. “Enjoy the rest of the trip.” It was out of character for him to say this but he was grateful that she helped. Things between them hadn't been the easiest with the expansion to London, he hated how much it bothered you but he just didnt know how to fix it.
“Alright. See you soon.” She said in a distracted tone. He hung up the phone and went into the bedroom she normally slept in when she would visit. There was a thin film of dust on the dresser and he could feel how much he missed her for the first time.
He found what he was looking for and headed back to the bathroom. Hopefully this didnt require instruction.
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You got out of the bath and dried off and changed, your dad opened the door a crack and stuck his arm through. You took the box from him.
“Pol said to use those.” He explained through the door.
“Right. Thanks.” You said weakly. Thankfully things were self-explanatory and you got yourself sorted. You assumed he would be down in his study for the night so your plan was to look through Polly’s room for another romance novel to distract yourself.
You came out of the bathroom and took note of your clean sheets and new quilt on the bed. A sense of panic and irritation shot through you. Where the fuck was your quilt?
You didnt care that there was blood on it. You would keep it stained, you would even keep it’s ashes if it burnt up. Your mother had made that for you while pregnant. You were supposed to be buried with it. You ran down the stairs ready to fight someone. You went straight to the kitchen to check the garbage can.
Swinging open the heavy door, you were caught by your dad at the sink. He had his vest off and his sleeves rolled up.
“Where-” but you realized it was soaking in the sink. “Oh.”
“Not the first time I’ve had to get blood out of somthing, probably won’t be the last.” He was smoking with one hand and adding some liqiud into the sink with the other. He looked so unbothered that you started to cry again.
“No - you dont have to -” But you had already started to hug him.
“You can fix it?” You sobbed.
“Of course. I’m your dad.” He said this a lot but his voice was different this time. It had a weight to it that made you cry even more. “Everything is going to be fine.”
And surprisingly it was. He found a hot water bottle in the cupboard and tucked you into your bed. He grabbed the book off the floor and you snatched it away tossing it towards your laundry hamper.
“What was-”
“Don’t worry about it.” You said not wanting to remember what Linda had said.
“Alright, let's stick to the classics.”He grabbed a book off of your shelf and sat next to you reading. You relaxed against him and felt like a little kid again. A bittersweet feeling ran over you and you knew your dad felt it too. If he was sitting next to you reading a bedtime story, something he hadn't done in around 10 years, he must feel it.
Time was moving quickly, pulling the both of you away from your mother, and eventually, it would pull the both of you apart as well. You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the story that was unfolding knowing it was the only way to slow time down.
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She fell asleep on his shoulder but he just couldn't bring himself to get up and leave yet. The flashes of pain in your eyes as you cried for your mother made him remember your face as a child doing just the same. He wished she would have been here, just like every other milestone.
He lit a cigarette and noticed that there was an ashtray on your window. Next to it was a box he was pretty sure came from his desk downstairs. He could get angry at you, but who was he to lecture you on smoking? He sighed.
There was a faint knock at the door and Tommy’s eyes narrowed slightly. Polly poked her head in and gave him a look he hadn't seen in a very long time.
“She alright?”
“Yeah.” He gave a nod. Polly came in and sat on the end of the bed, she looked tired and older somehow.
“I’m not happy with the way this family is being run.” Her voice was cold but there was a tinge of sadness that softened him slightly.
“I agree” Her eyes snapped towards him. “I think we can work something out.”
She took a long moment to look into the fire. Some of the tension in her shoulders relaxed and he hoped they could find a way to stop fighting.
“I got her some stuff for the morning.” She patted his leg before getting up. “I’ll be in my usual spot if you need anything.” She gave a soft smile that didnt quite reach her eyes before moving out of the room.
“I think you should have tried a bit harder.” You whispered causing him to jump slightly.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, all things considered, we could die anytime we leave the house. She’s been more of a help to you than anyone else that’s been in your life. Also, I miss her.” Your voice wobbled and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Alright, go to sleep and I’ll fix it.” He tucked you in under your covers and went to go have a proper talk with Polly.
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You settled into your bed and thought about how far you could milk this emotional instability. Maybe you could even get him and Esme to get along.
Esme showed up in the morning and she and Pol cooked a proper breakfast. Esme made you some tea to help with the cramping, and Polly told you some stories about your mother.
Then they both gave a very giggly talk about the birds and the bees and a more serious one about womanhood.
They kept you fed with lots of herbal tea and meat.
They took you out shopping and spoiled you rotten.
Tommy was always aware of the PMS and tried to keep the house as mellow as possible during that time. He hated seeing you sad and everyone was slightly afraid of your temper. He had to keep an extra eye on the guns and cigarettes.
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hello im the same anon as the eds regressing rain ask and im also interested in maybe little rain having a pots thing happen? i don’t know a lot about pots but maybe they pass out while regressing and freak out a bit, or maybe another ghoul is also regressed and they’re hanging out and rain passes out and that spooks the other ghoul? really go how you will with that idea. again feel free to not do it if youre not interested in it i just think its an interesting idea
sorry it took so long :(
"think 'm hungwy," Rain mumbled, as he put down the block they had in their hands. Phantom nodded at him and hummed around the tip of his tail that ended up on his mouth some time earlier.
There wasn't anyone else with them, it started out with Rain taking care of little Phantom, but his own brain couldn't help joining the quintessence ghoul in his regression. No other ghoul was around so they were on their own.
Before Rain even stood up fully he paused, a quiet "oh" escaping their lips. Phantom perked up at the sound with a curious noise of his own.
"T- tommy-" and they tumbled to the floor.
Phantom panicked, Rain just... he just passed out and Phantom was too little, he didn't know what to do. His friend was hurt and he didn't know what to do.
He whined as he crawled closer to the water ghoul sprawled out on the carpet, tears were already gathering in his eyes.
"Rainyyy," Phantom pawed weakly at their chest letting out a series of distressed noises, subconsciously calling for help, "Rainy, wake up!"
"Phantom? What happened?" he heard someone and they... they sounded angry.
"I- I didn', dunno what- I didn' do 'nything," the quintessence ghoul sobbed, still holding onto Rain and weakly shaking him.
"Shhh, I know you didn't, it's not your fault," it was Dew, he realised as he came closer. His warm hands rested on Phantom's back, rubbing it with an intention to soothe. "It happenes to Rain sometimes, you know that. It's okay, I'll take care of them, okay?"
"Mhmmm, Dewy, pwease, f- fix 'em," he whined, looking up at Dewdrop with wet, red rimmed eyes, pleading. The fire ghoul leaned down to place a kiss on the distressed ghoul's forehead and got up again. "N- no, c'me back, fix 'em!"
"I will, kiddo, don't worry. I gotta get something," Dew assured before disappearing into the kitchen. Phantom sobbed again but the fire ghoul was fast and was back by him and Rain in a flash.
"Okay, take this," he handed Phantom a toy hand fan, the type that works on batteries and all it needs to work is its button pressed down. The quintessence ghoul's brows furrowed as he took the toy. "Turn it on and fan Rain's face, okay? Can you do that?"
A task.
Phantom got a task and it was supposed to help Rain. Of course he would do it. He took a deep breath, and turned the fan on. Its funny buzz made him giggle through the tears still flowing down his cheeks. He was a very emotionally sensitive ghoul, that's all.
"Very good, yeah, like that," Dewdrop praised as Phantom focused to keep his hands steady, to keep the cold air on Rain's face. He bit his bottom lip in concentration.
It took just a moment for Rain to stir. He never passed out for long, anyway, he hardly ever fully lost consciousness, "R- Rainy?"
"Mhmmm," they hummed, blinking slowly.
"Welcome back, fish boy," Dew chuckled, moving a strand of hair from their forehead. "Little, aren't you?"
Rain just whined and pouted, and that told Dew enough.
"Rainy... awe you fine?" Phantom asked, finally sparing a second to wipe the tears from his face with his sleeve. Rain looked over at him and nodded. He then spotted the toy still clutched tightly in one of the quintessence ghoul's hands and smiled before diving in to bury their face in Phantom's belly.
He was too little for words, now, but they understood well enough that Phantom had helped them, and they wanted to thank him. Hugging him tightly and chirping happily turned out to be his best idea at the moment.
And Phantom most definitely got the intention, bending down to wrap his own arms around the ghoul in his lap as he started purring.
"I'll go get some snacks," Dew sighed, smiling at the two.
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Just a disclaimer, most folks with POTS don't fully pass out, usually its just ultra dizziness and feeling like you are going to pass out, and even if it is a full black out its not for long, few seconds usually. I made Rain fully loose consciousness for a longer bit to, idk, make the situation more "dramatic" lmao
#hypnone writes#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#ficlet#rain ghost#little ghouls#hypnone's disabled ghouls
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(*o＿ _)o — day 12 featuring aoyagi toya
knock knock!
heres some mail!
ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌
⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡
↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !
❝12 for toya plzz?❞
━━❝I want to bake some Christmas treats with you❞
"Oh, it's snowing... just like the weather forecast predicted" You could see your own breath as little fogs form itself in front of you.
"It's getting colder out here, will you be alright with just that?" Toya was walking right by your side, holding plastic bags in one hand.
"Yeah, I'll be fine-ACHOO!" You let out a loud sneeze, nose turning a little red as you cover your nose with your right hand.
He sighed, dropping the bags down to the snowy platform, slowly unwrapping his scarf "You're going to get a cold at this rate"
"B-But! You're going to get a cold too"
"...then we can share it together"
"Huh??"
You stood still, surprise when he starts wrapping the long scarf around the two of you and once he was done, he grabbed your unoccupied hand before picking up the bags from the snowy platform "Better now?"
You couldn't help but stare at him, blinking your eyes slowly as a faint hue of pink spread across your cheeks "Y-Yeah...much better"
"Good"
You couldn't see it but you could feel that he was smiling behind that big scarf covering his lower part of his face... it's embarrassing but oh well as long as he is happy, who cares about the stares.
...
Actually maybe a little bit-
»»-----► some time later... ❍✧
"We're back!"
You shout out to the empty hallways, creating a slight echo throughout the apartment.
It was around noon when the two of you returned to your place, taking off your shoes before making your way to the living room and scream in delight "Oh wait, toya!! Come over here for a second!"
"What is it?" You could heard his soft footsteps coming closer and closer to the living room and soon enough, you could see his head pop in through the entrance of the room.
"Oh, wow...you got one of those heated tables with a blanket, a kotatsu right?"
"Yeah, I thought you would like it whenever you're coming over to my place during the winter season so I took a chance and bought it"
"Wasn't it.... too expensive for you to buy them?"
"Oh, it's fine... you're more important than my own wallet anyways"
"What was that?"
"NOTHING! nothing at all, I swear!"
Flustered, you try changing the subjects to hide your embarrassment "Come on, let's try the kotatsu! You're still cold from being outside for so long as well"
You were so excited that you immediately sit down yourself under the kotatsu "Ah, it's so warm~"
Toya couldn't help but let out a few chuckles at the sight of you melting onto the heating table, taking a sit himself under the warm blanket.
"There are mikan oranges if you want one?" You pick an orange from the small basket in front of you, slowly unpeeling it.
"Sure, I'll take one if you don't mind"
"Anyways I'll have a nap first... I'm feeling all warm and cozy from the heated kotatsu..."
"No way, did you forgot what we were here for?"
"But it's so coldddd..."
"But I want to bake some Christmas treats with you and you promised that we would make them together..."
He looks so dejected at that moment, almost like a kicked puppy from how his eyes look so downcast as he stare down at the table in front of him "I just want to spend more time with you..."
Ugh, that face is so unfair.
"..."
You stood up suddenly.
"(name)?" Toya turn to look at you, confused by your sudden change of mood.
"You know it's really unfair of you to use that cute face against me"
"Wha-?"
"Come on, off to the kitchen we go!"
He could only watches as you immediately ran off to the kitchen, loud noises could be heard from where he was sitting at.
"(name) really is like a storm..."
He couldn't help but smile softly, making his way to where you were as you continue to run around to prepare tools and ingredients.
...thus the beginning of a game of trials and errors, ending the day with laughters and joy. The time spent with loved ones is the true meaning of a christmas miracle...
(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Santa Yue!
↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
words can't describe how much I love writing for Toya uwuuu thank you for participating everyone! merry christmas and I hope you all have a wonderful time with your family and friends~! this is the last fic for our first christmas, I was really happy to see how you guys really enjoy our event, thank you for supporting us !!
calling... @toyaslove , @toyaswif3y , @akitosheart
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Tommy and rain😌
Like a gloomy rainy inside day with him would be nice I think
i'm so sorry this took forever but omg i love this prompt so much it's so adorable- also this is my first time writing for tommy so i apologise if it's not quite right (but there's barely dialogue anyway)
rainy days | tommyinnit x fem!reader | 630~ words
From the moment you woke up, you could feel the damp in your bones. Living in England, a rainy day was common, but you were still getting used to it. Unlike your loving boyfriend, who definitely wasn’t snoring in the bed beside you, England wasn’t your native territory. Originally, you were from America. You’d had your fair share of rainy days, but not as often or as windy as the ones in England – Brighton especially.
The rest of the room was cold, but the bedsheets and Tommy’s sleeping body were providing a comfortable heat that was nearly lulling you back to sleep.
You would end up staying this way for a little while longer, until Tom’s phone rang and Toby was on the other line, asking him a favour about one of their stream plans for later in the week. It was when he got up to head to the computer that you decided to get both your days started with breakfast and tea, which you were setting up on the coffee table instead of the table itself when Tom entered the room.
“How’s it sound we have a quiet day?” He asked, coming to wrap his arms around you as you stood all the way up.
You leaned into his body, soaking up his warmth. “Sounds perfect, actually. Wanna watch something on the tv?”
“Sure, love. Is it okay if we watch some of Schlatt’s new videos before we watch movies or something like that?”
Quickly, you agreed before pulling apart and sitting down. Tom put the videos on and queued a few others up before you both dug in.
Breakfast was delicious, and you were proud of yourself for your steadily improving cooking skills. The rain continuously battered the window on the other side of the living room, providing a nice ambience for the otherwise chaotic video. You took yours and Tommy’s plate from the table and brought them to the kitchen, making more tea for the both of you while you were there.
After handing Tom his mug, you sank into the couch next to him, curling up into his side and grabbing the blanket that was draped across the back of the couch to cover you both up with.
For a while, you sat and watched videos, until moving onto a rotating selection of movies – one you wanted to watch, then one Tom wanted to watch, and so on until things got boring. You put a nice ambient video from YouTube on the TV, still curled into Tom’s side while he scrolled through his social media platforms and you grabbed the book you’d been recently reading from the coffee table.
Days like these were peaceful, relaxing types of days. The apartment was mostly dark, since only a warm lighted lamp and the glow of the TV provided light. The dark clouds overhead added a beautiful atmosphere, and you wished that days like these could last forever.
Tom had his phone on silent, and your book was beginning to get interesting. There were no distractions, just you and Tom, enjoying each other in silence – aside from him occasionally showing you something interesting or funny that he thought you would like (and you usually did like what he showed you).
Most days spent like these, including today, you and Tom normally end up taking an absurdly good and slightly too long nap. At some point, with the lull of the music and the soft, warm lights, you fell asleep with your book on the floor, Tom’s phone slipping from his hands, as you splayed out as best as you could on the couch – with your head on Tom’s chest, his arm around your waist, the blanket tangled up in your legs, intertwined with his as the rain continued to pour well into the evening.
#tommyinnit#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit x y/n#tommyinnit imagine#tommyinnit fluff#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt x reader
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Freebound
(Redacted Audio fanfic—1247 words)
Summary: Its the moonbound solstice, and Freelancer is freebound. Watch them cause chaos, on accident and on purpose.
Read here on Ao3
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I.
The sunlight streamed through the curtains above the bed, cascading a golden glow across the room. Gavin, still dazed with sleep, stretched out an arm to pull his deviant close. His outstretched hand met cold sheets, and his brow furrowed as he felt around, cracking an eye open in confusion.
“Deviant?” He softly called.
When he was met with silence, he got up. It wasn’t like them to leave him in bed all alone. Quickly finding his pants that were discarded the night before, he exited their bedroom. Where were they?
As he neared the kitchen, he picked up on their aura. It was bouncing off the walls, feeling strong one minute, and practically nonexistent the next.
“Deviant?” He softly called, again.
They turned to him, a small smile on their face, “g’mornin’.”
The kitchen was… well, it wasn’t a mess, per say. It was… different.
“What are you doing in here, love?” Gavin asked.
“I’m rearranging the cabinets.”
“At 7am?”
Freelancer stared at him for a moment, “yeah.”
Gavin suppressed a chuckle, “may I ask why?”
“Well, I woke up this morning and I felt like I had bees in my bones, so I went to the grocery store down the street to buy six pounds of butter. Then when I got home, I accidentally set the couch on fire. Went shopping for one online, but I think I ordered 20.”
Gavin was speechless. “H-how long have you been awake?”
“1:14 am,” they laughed out in a sigh. They looked so tired.
“When you told me the solstices were often… interesting for you, this is not what I expected.”
“There is never a way to predict what may happen, I am a slave to my core for the remainder of this solstice. I think I just caused the large oak tree outside to become an even larger oak tree.”
At that, the ground shook, and Gavin’s eyes went wide.
“How about we go back to bed for a bit?”
II.
Lasko was doing paperwork on his coffee table. Nothing too strenuous—he was sunbound after all—just some stuff to keep him occupied while he felt like a dry apple slice.
Freelancer walked in the door, “hey, Lasko-babe.”
“Wh- oh. Hi, Freelancer. What are you doing here? And why didn’t you knock? N-not that I’m upset you're here, I mean, I-I’m always happy to see you, it’s just that you’re not exactly the type to just invite yourself into someone’s apartment… At least- at least I think you're n-not… are you?”
They sighed with a tired smile, “yeah I know, m’sorry. I would’ve knocked, but it’s too… too much. Too noise. M- no- that’s not… words.”
Lasko stood as his friend swayed on their feet, “are- are you f-feeling? Alright? Pft- no, what am I saying? Of course you’re not, it’s the solstice. Com- come sit down, how did you even get here, anyway?”
“Mmm,” Freelancer hummed as Lasko forced them to sit on the couch. They immediately sunk into the cushions, “I was feeling up, an’ I wanted to come hang out with you, but halfway here I felt not-up.”
“Not-up?”
“Yeah.”
“I mean- I guess that makes sense? Y-you are a freelancer, so you’re going to feel all kinds of… ‘ups’ and downs. M- Magically, anyway.”
“M’yeah, my magic has been ups and downs,” they mumbled, leaning into Lasko as he sat next to them. “I used psychokinesis to launch my phone into orbit.”
III.
Huxley was laying on his side, his head propped up on his arm, and his fingers threading through Damien’s hair. He was happy taking care of him like this. Right here, in this moment, with his boyfriend curled up next to him.
There was a knock at the front door.
“Are you gonna get that?” Damien mumbled when Huxley made no attempt at getting up.
“No,” he sighed contentedly, “whoever it is can just come back later.”
It would turn out that Huxley wouldn’t need to get the door, as whoever had knocked opened it for themself.
“The heck…?” Huxley said, sitting up slightly.
A familiar voice rang through the house, “Huuuuux? Damiiii?”
The two boys sighed in relief, glad that the home intruder was just Freelancer. Sweet, innocent Freelancer-
“Are either of you here? I think I drained the town's water supply.”
Huxley immediately sat up, telling Dames that he would be right back. The fire elemental could only let out an affirmative hum in response as he tiredly laughed at the freelancer's antics.
Entering the front room, Huxley found Freelancer hovering by a window.
“Freelancer? Dude- why are you all wet??”
They turned to him, panting heavily, “I was walking here from Damien’s place, and the Dahlia Spring decided to start chasing me, so I started running, but that made the water faster, so I jumped into your neighbor's pool to escape.”
Huxley slowly approached the window, “holy shi- Freelancer, the entire street is flooded!”
“I knowww,” they whined, “I’m sorry. I would clean it up but I’m afraid I’ll level the entire neighborhood.”
“Okay, well… let- lets just get you dried off,” Hux said, taking Freelancer’s hand to lead them to the bathroom.
“Wait, wait,” they pulled away, “is Damien here?”
“Uh- yeah, he’s resting in the bedroom.”
Freelancer made their way to the room and peeked their head through the doorway to see Damien all bundled up, “oh god that’s adorable. Is he wearing your sweatshirt??”
“Shut up,” Damien groaned, his voice all muffled from the blankets. “Why are you here?”
Huxley appeared next to them with a towel, “jeez, dude. You’re freezing.”
“It’s the solstice,” Freelancer answered, stubbornly trying to push Huxley’s hands away as he desperately tried to dry them off. “I remembered that you’re sunbound, so I was like ‘Fireboy must be feeling like shit right now, and I, too, feel like shit,’ so here I am, to feel like shit with you.”
Freelancer paused, hissing in disapproval, as Huxley ruffled their hair dry.
“I went to your place first, though. Let myself in. I cleaned everything.”
Damien sat up a little, propping himself against the pillows, “you… cleaned everything?”
“Yeah,” they wavered, leaning against the wall, “and then I remembered I was looking for you, so- oh god-” they keeled over, “I’m gonna throw up-”
Before either of the boys could react, Freelancer had run to the bathroom.
IV.
Damien’s phone buzzed with notifications from the group chat.
Gavin: does anyone happen to know where the freelancer is? I swear I left them alone for five minutes
Lasko: yeah don’t worry they’re here at my place
Lasko: they randomly showed up and eventually passed out on the couch
Lasko: sorry I would have told you but I was doing paperwork
Gavin: it’s alright as long as they’re safe
Damien: Lasko, I think you should check your couch.
Lasko: what?
Lasko: why?
Damien: Just do it.
Lasko: um…
Gavin: ???
Lasko: I’m so sorry
Lasko: they’re not there
Lasko: I lost them
Gavin: how did you lose them!?!?
Lasko: how did you???
Damien: Calm down, they’re here at Hux’s place.
Damien: They showed up a couple minutes ago.
Damien: They’re puking in the toilet.
Gavin: oh thank god
Huxley returned to the room, a sleeping Freelancer in his arms, “Dames, they tried to escape through the window, and when they couldn’t they said, ‘I’m going to stop existing now,’ and passed out.”
Damien looked back at his phone.
Damien: Please come get them.
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#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted headcanons#redacted fanfiction#redacted fic#redacted writing#redacted freelancer#redacted damien#redacted lasko#redacted huxley#redacted lasko moore#lasko moore#redacted gavin#redacted solstice#redacted moonbound#redacted sunbound#redacted freebound#redacted damn#redacted demons
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heyoo, i was wondering if you could do some finn as a boyfriend? :-) need some comfort right now and your work is incredible! currently reliving my finn phase through these
Thank you for your request!!! I love writing boyfriend things, here are some scenes that i thought would be cute! I kind of stuck two short imagines into one post, they're both one-off type things, hopefully you like them!! Gender neutral as always :)
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As you stood up, you picked up the bouquet of flowers that rested on the passenger seat of your car. It was made up of orange and coral roses, wrapped in twine and brown paper, and you held it preciously, with both hands, as you made your way to the front of the recording studio. The sky was overcast, and the air smelled the way it always did when it was going to rain, but you paid it no mind as you stood by the front of the building, your thoughts solely focused on Finn.
Only a few moments passed before you saw him open the door. His hair looked as though he had ran his hands through it a few too many times, to keep it out of his face as he recorded whatever he had to record that day. You guessed it was guitar parts, given the instrument on his back. Or vocals, given the hoarseness of his voice as he smiled at you and said hello.
"Someone buy you flowers?" He looked down at your hands, and then back up at you, smiling at you when he saw that you were smiling at him.
You held the bouquet out for him, still holding it in both hands.
"Uh, I actually bought them. They're for you. Hopefully they're okay, I think these symbolize joy, or something? I just thought they were pretty, I don't know—"
"Oh, no, I love them." His voice was softer now, sincere. He took the flowers from you as though they were the world's most fragile thing, and gazed at them, and then at you, as though the most beautiful things on this earth were in his hands and by his side. (And if you had asked him, in that moment or in any other, he would have, indisputably, said that they were.) "Thank you so much."
He held them in his left hand when he kissed you.
His right hand cradled your cheek, and both of your hands made their way to the back of his neck as your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were ever so slightly chapped from working for so long. But it didn't matter. Nothing else really mattered when you were kissing Finn. You tuned out the smell of the air before it rained in exchange for the scent of his cologne, and the sounds of passing cars for the breaths you exchanged.
And you could have spent forever on that sidewalk, but it was in that moment you felt a drop of water on the top of your head. And then another. And another. And the air no longer smelled like before rain, but during rain, because it was. Raining. And you both had to break the kiss to break into laughter as you grabbed Finn's free hand.
And you pulled him behind you as you ran down the sidewalk to where your car was. People passed you on the sidewalk, probably giving you both pointed looks, but you couldn't care less as you laughed along with Finn, your clothes and hair becoming increasingly more soaked by the rain, which was really picking up now.
When people say they felt as though they were walking on air, you realized, this is what they meant. You felt like you were flying above the concrete on that rainy afternoon, with Finn's hand in yours. It was like you two were the only people who had ever existed.
It was heavily raining by the time you made it into your car, and even though the two of you were soaked, you were laughing so much you couldn't feel cold.
And when you got home and Finn put the flowers in a vase, you couldn't help but notice how they were in perfect condition. Not a scratch, not a petal out of place. And that was how you felt, too. Like you were exactly the way you were meant to be.
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It was well past midnight, but, in Finn's words, it was "never too late for pizza". And so here you were, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the oven to preheat so you could reheat a frozen pizza.
You had just put it in the oven when some old love song started playing, and Finn dramatically entered the kitchen, a stupid smile on his face. You smiled too, recognizing this one as the record he had just bought today. Some greatest hits album, you couldn't remember the band.
"Dance with me!" Finn said, with way too much energy for someone who was, like you, running on a maximum four hours of sleep. Maybe he was delirious. Or maybe you were, because you didn't hesitate to agree, holding out your hand for him to take.
It didn't seem to occur to you that neither of you really knew how to dance, but it didn't really matter. He held your waist and hand like you were waltzing (the song playing was definitely not a waltz), and you rested your head on his chest, half-holding his hand, half-hugging him, as you swayed back and forth to the music.
He hummed along to the song, which you had given up trying to recognize. You stayed like that for a while, swaying back and forth in the warm overhead lights of the kitchen. Maybe you were delirious, but you were absolutely in love.
#finn wolfhard imagine#finn wolfhard#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard x y/n#fluff#oneshot#x reader#one shot#reader insert#request
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Could you please do Kissing Under The Snow with Hawks uwu ❤️❤️
Snow Falling Down
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 504 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist
You had laid in bed, shivering from the cold. You had gone to sleep and woke up to find Keigo gone. You didn't know where he went, but it was cold. You pulled the blankets tightly around you as you snuggled into the bed. Your teeth chattered, and your body trembled. You had sent him a text, but he hadn't responded or even looked at it. The bed was still warm. He hadn't been gone long. All of this was abnormal behavior for Keigo. You wanted to go looking for him, but it was too cold. You knew he would always let you know before he left. He didn't want you to worry about him. Maybe he went to the bathroom. That could be it, but the bathroom door was open, and the light was off. Unless he had gone downstairs to grab himself something to eat, you looked over at the clock. It was too early to get up and get breakfast, and it was too early to be out of bed. He also wasn't the type to eat at night or, in this case, in the morning… You didn't know whether it was night or day. It was too early; you were tired and cold. You rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, you lay awake for a few hours. The temperature in the room had changed, but you still couldn't sleep. Keigo still wasn't back. You got out of bed to go looking for him. His back was to you as he stood in the kitchen, sipping coffee.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching the snow fall down.”
“It's snowing?”
“Yeah.” He said as he continued to sip his coffee and watch the weather.
You stepped up to stand beside him, and he looked at you.
“I had wondered where you were at.”
“Sorry, I wasn't going to be gone long, but I got distracted.”
You smiled and were about to say something before you had another idea. You hurried away and got changed before returning.
“We should go outside!” You said it happily while smiling at him.
“Alright.” He said, and he drank the last of his coffee before leaving to quickly change.
He finished changing and joined you downstairs. You both headed out, and he looked at you. He had no idea what you wanted to do or where this was going to go, but he enjoyed his time with you. He liked seeing how happy he made you.
You stood watching the snow fall down, and you held your hands out to catch snowflakes. Keigo stood by, smiling as he watched you. The snow continued to float down, and you looked at him. His hair was coated in white flakes. You stepped closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around him and held onto him. You were surrounded by his warmth. You smiled, and you leaned in to kiss him, and he met you. His lips connected with yours.
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Could you please make a one shot having to do with angst turned fluff for Nishio Nishki? I'm really in love with his character and I'm watching Tokyo Ghoul at the moment
Make it better
Pairing: Nishio Nishki x reader
Summary: When you have nothing to focus on but work for a long while, it gets overwhelming. But your lover has a busy schedule as well, so you try to power through it. But when he finally notices the state your chores leave you in, you can rest assured he won't just leave it be.
Warnings: stress, crying, slight anxiety, being overwhelmed with life
A/N: I am so so so sorry for taking so long. I am graduating this year from high school and completing the previous piece was a hussle, leaving me with a writer's block a few times. But here it is! (I might be projecting here a lot little bit, but since the type of issue wasn't specified, I hope it's alright) Also, this is my first time writing for this fandom, feel free to send in requests! (Just check in my bio if they are open, thanks :) )
Your feet were seriously killing you. Luckilly you were already at your door to your apartment. Finally you could let go of the stressful day you had. Kicking off your shoes, you tried not to think too much of the fact, that all your days lately have been the same and that they would likely continue to be this way for...a long time.
Throwing your bag by the door, like you tried throwing away all your worries, you bee lined to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of herbal tea, one that should ease stress, or that's what the pharmacist had claimed. So far, you didn't feel the results. But you know what they say...fake it till you make it.
And so you took your tea and with a smile you were half convinced you weren't entirely faking you grabbed a book from the coffee table in the living room. Burrowing yourself into the soft cushions of the sofa, with a nice book and a cup of tea was a pleasant escape from reality after all.
Page after page, minute after minute the time passed without you even noticing. Your tea was almost finished when you realised you've read roughly ten pages. You realized you couldn't quite concentrate on the plot, although the book was anything but boring. Why was it that your mind was preoccupied by boring thoughts then? The meeting you had to attend, the paperwork you had to hand in, errands after errands after errands. So bothersome...
And yet these responsibilities refused to stop haunting you even in the privacy of your own home. You sighed and grabbed your tea, marking your page, even though you knew you'd have to go back and reread everything again, and poured the rest of the now cold beverage in the kitchen sink.
You stood in the doorway to the living room for a while, pondering what to do next, before you retrieved your bag from the hall and settled in the living room with your laptop again. With a small frown etched onto your face, one you weren't even aware of, you pulled out some papers from your bag, unlocked your laptop and begrudgingly got to work.
When Nishiki got home, it was already dark out. He didn't like being away from you for so long, but some things absolutely required his attention and he couldn't leave them be. He didn't know what time it was, but judging by the lack of people and cars on the streets he assumed you would be already asleep.
Stepping as quietly as you could inside his home, a home that he shared with you, he was a bit surprised to still see the lights on inside the living room. Alarms went off in his head, ringing like bells. Although the possibility of an intruder being in his home was slim, given his...nature and dare some say reputation, it was still a possibility.
Walking as stealthily as a ghoul could, Nishiki crept through the room, peering from behind the corner. He immediately calmed down upon seeing you sitting at the table in the living room, your laptop opened in front of you, papers scattered around. It appeared your eyes were trying to follow the text on screen, but other than that, you weren't doing much else.
Now calm, Nishiki stepped into the room and glanced at the clock on the wall, reading eleven pm. It seemed you were so engrossed in your work that you didn't notice him, or maybe you were just exhausted, which, given by the haggard look on your face, was more probable.
"Baby?" he called out. Your eyes shot over to him, before a smile broke out on your face, your eyes closing in content. You sighed and greeted your boyfriend "Hi Nishiki. How was your day?" you smiled at him. Normally, Nishiki's head would be overcome by thoughts of how cute you were, but now he only nodded his head before carefully answering "Long. Tiring."
He wasn't lying, he would never lie to you, but he was a little concerned about why you were up at this hour. He knew very well how much work you had on your hands lately and how early you had to get up every morning. If you kept this up, the lack of sleep might lead to worse things and he wouldn't allow that. Right now, he was just trying to find a way to approach the subject as carefully as possible.
Stepping closer to you, he spoke again "And I can see I wasn't the only one." he put his hand on your shoulber, rubbing gently. "We should go to bed babe. I'm pretty tired, you must be exhausted." he smiled at you. His smile was reciprocated in an instant, but still you turned back momentarilly to your laptop and then to face him again, before you hung your head low. "You go ahead. I'll just finish this up and go right to bed."
Nishiki bent down and stared at your screen. "Do you need to have this done by tomorrow?" he asked. "Well, no. I'm just trying to get ahead so I don't have as much work tomorrow." Pressing a kiss to the side of your head, Nishiki replied "Then let it go. It's late. You need sleep."
He was right. You were exhausted. To work seemed endless and it was paralyzing. You worried that if you stopped now, you would never talk yourself into continuing. And if you didn't get ahead of your tasks, they would only pile on and it would take twice as long to get them all done.
While you were pondering what to do, Nishiki sensed your breaths quickening and saw the crease between your brows. Wrapping his arms arund you, he started rubbing your shoulders up and down and put his chin on top of your head. "It's alright sweetheart. You're working yourself to the bone, nobody will be mad if you take a little break." he started shushing you.
You didn't even register when tears started slipping from your eyes, one by one. But you couldn't stop them. "I- I just..." you tried to say between hiccups. ones that you were trying really hard to force back "I've been doing this for so long and I don't know if Ican continue..." You were tired. So, so tired. And yet the wheel of days seemed to never slow down. Everything was happening so fast and your only wish was to have a just a little more time to get yourself together, so you could function. But it seemed that wasn't possible and you were starting to lose your strength.
Nishiki hold you even tighter and stayed with you as you let it all out. It was obvious you needed it. His mind was already filled with different ideas on how to solve this problem. He also tried to shove the guilt he felt for not being with you enough and letting you go through this alone to the back of his mind, because rationally he knew it wasn't his fault. And yet seeing you like this broke something in that poor, already broken man.
You completed him. You were there for him all the time, through the good and bad times, you stood beside him when everybody thought he was a monster. You showed him a new meaning. You showed him that his life doesn't have to be just about surviving. That it is worth living.
When your cries calmed into quiet sniffles, he turned you around and let his forehead rest on yours "Don't worry baby. Everything will be alright. It's late. We'll make everything right tomorrow, how does that sound?" Your eyes met and you nodded slowly, although still not quite believing him. He smiled brightly and reassuringly at you "That's my darling." He then stood up and left the room.
You assumed he went to the bathroom, maybe to use the toilet and so you sighed again, before turning back to your now black laptop screen. You started collecting your papers and notebooks, not even allowing yourself to look at the text printed on them. When you gathered everything, you made a neat pile on the table and properly shut off your laptop. That's when you heard the water rushing. Was Nishiki drawing a bath? Before you could stand up to go investigate, your boyfriend returned to the living room, only a towel around his waist. Not caring about the blush on your face, he made his way to you, leaned down and whispered "You can get into the tub. I put some nice salts and oils in there, even those petals you love so much. I'm just going to grab some candles and chocolate and I'll be right with you." and with a kiss to your cheek he was gone.
A small smile bloomed on your face. And later, as you sunk into the hot water, your beautiful lover behind you and holding a piece of chocolate to your lips, you thought that yes, everything will be alright, as long as you have him by your side.
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