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soov · 3 months

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KiSS & NO MAKEUP ㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ yang jungwon ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ yang jungwon & fem reader, 500 words. ㅤg fluff, non idol au, established relationship, drabble. ㅤw kissing, pet names, reader wears makeup.ㅤlibrary

jungwon climbed up his bed with a few cotton pads and a bottle of micellar water in his hands. he sat next to you, carefully clipping your hair away with two hair clips he had grabbed earlier.

“close your eyes.” the boy commanded softly while soaking the pad. when you complied, he glided the cotton over your eyelids and lashes.

“i should’ve been the one taking off my makeup,” you said under your breath to not disrupt your boyfriend, who looked too focused on the task at hand. “especially since today is your birthday.”

he shook his head, tongue poking out of his reddish lips in concentration, “nah… you did enough for today.” jungwon countered and discarded the pad, getting another clean one to wipe your lips. “and it’s not like i haven’t done this a thousand times already.”

you would not be surprised if the number was correct. every night you crashed at his place meant that he’d be hovering on top of you and taking off all makeup you wore. even though you had recently started a meticulous skincare routine, jungwon got a pass to clean your face up with only micellar water.

it was a win-win situation: you got pampered, he admired you from up close. however, during this night in particular, you wished jungwon would just lay down and savor the last minutes of his birthday.

“did you enjoy your day, by the way?” you peeked an eye open, immediately getting a poke on the cheek from the ravenette and laughing. “sorry.”

“of course i did,” nodding, he gave you a swift peck, grinning at how the corners of your lips tugged up at the act. “loved both the party and the dinner. thank you again.”

raising a hand, you waved him off, glad that he liked it, “it’s nothing, really.”

after a few more gentle strokes, jungwon threw away the used cotton in the trash and put the items back in place. he laid down next to you with a mischievous smirk, kissing your forehead. “all done!”

“did you take everything off? i’m trusting you on it.” you blinked up at him, settling down comfortably in his embrace.

“i removed all of it, promise. no more makeup — just my baby.” he smiled, promptly noticing how corny he sounded despite his sweet tone.

pausing for a brief moment to register your boyfriend’s comment, you burst out laughing with your face in your hands, “you’re so cheesy that it’s painful to watch.” you cackled.

“hey!” the young adult scoffed playfully, pinching your side. “i’m not cheesy.”

as he took notice of your bashful reaction, jungwon began to kiss your hands that were still covering your face, slowly coaxing you to show yourself to him once again.

“let me see youuu…” he whined, arms wrapped around your midsection like a giant toddler, his nose scrunched up.

you did as he asked to — after all, he still was the owner of the night. and to that, he happily gave you one of his infamous dimpled beams that you couldn’t resist.

“thank you for today.” only briefly after muttering those words out, he was already giddy at the many cheek kisses he got from you.

with the lights off, you pressed a few more pecks on his face before getting into a mess of tangled limbs, “happy birthday, jungwon.”

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satoruhour · 4 months

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a/n: not sure if other countries have rubbish chutes but my country does! i have to get out of my house to go to the common floor chute to throw my rubbish so this is just a little drabble based on that + spider-man!gojo :) / tagging @osaemu @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @mysugu ✶

“yes, yes! i’ll take out the trash—” you’re shouting to your mom when you’re called upon again, the third time within ten minutes to take the trash out. through your one-sided airpods (your left one always dies first), you can hear your mom tying the plastic bag and cleaning up at the sink.

it’s always been her bringing it to the chute outside your house; occasionally, you’d help but routine has never really let you do it, so later when you’re awkwardly tucking your phone into your pocket and listening to charlie burg’s voice through the right airpod, you can’t help the grimace that takes over your features at the wetness all over the trash bag.

“oh, it’s just water; stop being dramatic!” your mom chastises whilst on her nightly cup of water, gulping down the beverage before nodding towards the master bedroom, “i’m gonna go to sleep first.”

you hum in a half-hearted response, a little annoyed that you were interrupted from your lazing around but you still manage a soft goodnight when she disappears into the room and the house falls quiet. apart from the background classical music that plays from the stereo in the room and the laughter of the older kids downstairs outside, you’re living in a world of both music and silence, feeling a little disoriented by the one-sided song.

the walk to the outdoor chute is short in your oversized puffer jacket, flip-flops seemingly slapping against the floor in attempts of waking up all your neighbours beside you but thankfully they don’t seem to mind when you walk past their homes. it’s cold, feeling the snow that beats into the open corridors that lead to the rubbish chute. beside it, there’s a ledge that overlooks the other buildings, too.

with one swift step to the foot lever, the chute opens and you’re dumping the trash bag into the dirty, stained metal device and with a listening ear, you grin when you hear the bag travel through the tunnel and reach the bottom with a big plunk!, not really realising the ledge now held something.

or someone.

“h—”

if your slippers didn’t wake the neighbours up, your scream definitely did when spiderman himself hops off the ledge and leaps forward to place his palm over your mouth. it only fuels your desire to scream even more before you remember that your damn boyfriend is the vigilante that the police are looking for and citizens are rooting for more and more and that calms your racing heart just a bit.

but you still give him his due treatment . .

“what!” smack. “the!” smack. “fuck!” smack. “were!” smack. “you!” smack. “thinking?!” smack.

. . even if the widening of his spider-man mask eyes were adorable.

“sorry! sorry, sorry—” spider-man!gojo only continues to apologise but you can tell he’s enjoying it at least a little, hands gripping your biceps to help you to centre yourself. and as you predicted, once your boyfriend pulls off his mask, there’s a shit-eating grin and a cheeky glint in his eyes.

you muster the most unimpressed face you can — “really? i’m starting to think you’re not really sorry,” your mouth twists when you roll your eyes, getting ready to make a show of heading back into your house before he brings you into his arms. even with a hint of faux protest from you, you’re melting into his embrace, grumbling into his chest.

there’s a hint of wetness along his suit that you feel against your body, probably from the snow outside, but mostly you can feel the cold air against your hair and laboured breaths in your ear.

“i am! i missed you . .” he mumbles, suited fingers gripping your body tight against him like you were an apparition, “i just wanted to, uhm—”

it’s rare that you see your boyfriend having such a hard time with words, but it’s a cute sight when he pulls away and stumbles in his sentences and quickly removes the backpack that he’s webbed to the wall outside. there’s a noise of surprise from you as you watch him crawl outside on all fours and rip the backpack, scrambling to remove something from it.

and you’re so caught off-guard — in his hands are a ruined bouquet of flowers and a mixtape he’s put together for you — that you giggle at the state of it and coo at his downcast expression. he’s looking in the bag, outside, anywhere for what might’ve been the culprit to make the flowers turn out that way until he realises he had bought them a tad bit early and had been swinging around with it the whole day.

“aw . . satoru, they’re still pretty!” you take the gift with grateful hands, something you cherish despite his busy schedule of school and fighting villains. “but maybe don’t go on missions when you’ve got fresh flowers in your bag?”

satoru whines at that as he instinctively webs his backpack again, sulking until you’re leaping forward to give him another tight hug. alas, you would’ve preferred the comfort of his familiar hoodie but you can settle for the spandex of his suit as you squeeze him tight, ignoring the cold air that seeps into your bones.

“thank you, thank you ’toru . .” you smile, pulling away slightly before you take in the state of him. you didn’t have much time before, but now you can fully appreciate his white stark hair that matches the snow outside and the blue of his eyes that mirror his suit.

“it’s the thought that counts right?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his head with the hand that clutches his mask.

you burst out laughing, “yes. yes it indeed is,” you smoothen out his hair, but not before you’re forming an idea, “i’ll— i’ll go put these in water and see if i can salvage them. you, stay here.”

with one peck to his cheek, you’re off back to your house but the bouquet of flowers is only left on your bedside table. in your hands are something else, a scarf and beanie that you take back to the area of the rubbish chute.

it’s not a place you deem romantic, but you’d never pass up a surprise visit from your superhero boyfriend. when you get back he’s removing the fallen petals from his bag, interrupting his activity when you place the scarf around his neck.

“here,” you smile, wrapping it around once and tucking in the ends, “it’s cold.”

satoru looks at you like everything good in the world, a bright grin breaking through when your eyes meet his in the midst of your adjusting.

“just so you know, you might not see this scarf ever again, sweetness.”

you laugh, “why? cause it’s got my scent all over it?”

gojo shrugs and gestures, “partially, but also it might fall off while i’m doing big boy things and swingin’ around in the neighbourhood.”

you push his shoulder lightly and joke, “if my scarf touches the city ground, you’re never hearing from me again.”

and all he does is cross his heart and hold out his hand, “i humbly hold your promise to my heart, your royal highness.”

gently you pull him towards you with the scarf ends, careful not to choke him. there, your lips collide with his glossed ones that manage to stay like that despite the cold weather, while your chapped ones only surprise him. but he swallows the shock soon enough, humming into the kiss softly as he wraps his suited arms around you. you’re so warm, puffer jacket and all and his neck is already heating up from the scarf and his flustered state, enough heat to fuel him through the night.

when oxygen becomes scarce you find that you need to pull away, met again with his pretty eyes that soften just by looking at you, but you both know that he needs to go when the notifications on his phone don’t stop. it’s probably his trackers notifying him about the villain, so you help him put on his mask, making sure the eye holes fit exactly where it needs to go and the sewing lines up with the rest of his suit. the beanie goes on last.

“baby— i . . i just needed to come see you before i fight green goblin,” he mumbles, brushing hair from your face and even with the barrier between the both of you, you know he’s smiling under, “some good luck would suffice, don’t ya think?”

“it would. now, go.” you pat his cheek, pulling away reluctantly as he slings his backpack and you suddenly feel cold again. “stay safe, spider-man.”

satoru cannot wait until he’s in your arms again, so he lunges forward and pulls his mask up just to his nose to give you one last kiss and you indulge him; when your eyes open, he’s already on the ledge.

“merry christmas, baby.” you can see the familiar stunning smile and a soft confession before he’s hopping off and you’re running to it to watch him swing away with a loud, lovesick laugh that sounds a little too much like the star student, gojo satoru, but it doesn’t matter when you know you’re the only one who knows his secret.

part two

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revasserium · 3 months

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A request for Zayne with the prompt, "a note on public health" 🙏🫶☺️

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

32. a note on public health

zayne; 1,519 words; fluff, teeth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", zayne!branded humor, vague innuendos, established relationship

summary: a couple of public service announcements.

a/n: zayne cares much about your health ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

001. sleep

For optimal health, one should get eight to ten hours of sleep per night.

You try to stifle a yawn as Zayne glances over the day’s news, projected onto the smooth white tabletop. He looks up, eyes narrowing as you freeze halfway through, attempting to mask the motion with a soft cough.

You reach for your half-finished coffee but Zayne tugs it away with a soft sigh.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

You purse your lips, averting your eyes as you reach for a slice of toast, tugging off a corner and stuffing it in your mouth.

“Would’ve slept better if someone hadn’t kept me up past my bedtime.”

This time, it’s Zayne who looks away, coughing as he sips at his own coffee.

“I made sure we finished at a reasonable hour.”

You jerk upright, eyes wide, mouth dropping open, a hot flush working its way into your cheeks. You wonder how he can keep such a straight face, how he looks so fundamentally unbothered. But then, he lets out a light chuckle.

“But you’re right — they say it’s not good to have strenuous exercise right before bed. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Zayne!” you toss a crumpled bit of napkin at him, your heartbeat pounding at the back of your throat.

Zayne’s eyebrow flicks upward as he picks up the piece of tissue and gently lobs it into the trash can next to the kitchen counter before going back to this breakfast, the faintest hint of a smile shadowing his lips.

002. water

Adults over 19 should drink 1.5 to 2 liters of water a day for optimal health.

“Hello? What is it?”

“Hi! Uhm… where are you? I don’t — I don’t see you.”

“I’m… at home.”

“What? But… the app says you’ve arrived…”

Zayne sighs, “Did you dial the wrong number? This is Zayne.”

“…Oh! Oops.”

“Where are you? Have you been drinking?”

You hiccup, and he can almost see you shaking your head the way you do when you want to deny something you’d obviously been doing. He pushes up from the sofa, grabbing his coat.

“Not… not a lot — Tara just wanted to celebrate since —“ you hiccup again, “since it’s her first promotion, y’know?”

Zayne hums, “Mhm. Where are you?”

“No, no! It’s okay! I called a cab —“

“Cancel it. I’ll come get you.”

“But…”

“Cancel it. And send me your location.”

Thirteen minutes later, you’re climbing into the passenger seat of Zayne’s car with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. Here.”

You blink down at the bottle of water Zayne is pressing into your lap.

“Oh… thanks, but I had a lot of water at the bar!” You turn to flash him a bright, proud smile, “See? I do listen to you!”

Zayne laughs as he pulls into a stop light, glancing over at you, the bottle of water cradled between your hands.

“Yes, and I suppose you’re very proud of yourself this time?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice that lets you know he’s not mad. Still, you scowl.

“Shouldn’t you be proud that your patient is getting better at taking care of herself?”

Zayne sighs, reaching over the tug the bottle from your hands before unscrewing the cap and handing it back to you.

“Drink.”

You look like you’re about to argue for a split second before you catch the sharp look in his eye and bring the bottle up to your lips for a long drink. Zayne allows himself a satisfied smile as he reaches over to give your knee a quick squeeze.

“Good. Good girl.”

003. sun

To maintain healthy blood levels, aim to get 10 - 30 minutes of midday sun, several days a week.

“It’s been raining for forever…”

Zayne looks up from the patient chart propped up in his lap.

You’re sprawled across the sofa on the other side of the room, staring at the bleary, rain-streaked windows with a dull, world-weary expression. Zayne’s eyes flick toward the window for a second before sliding up to the large clock above his door.

It’s three minutes till the end of the day, and he’d agreed you could wait for him in his office while he finished up.

“It has.” He drops his eyes back down to the chart in his hands. The patient is doing well — all things considered. He should keep them for another night of study before signing off to let him go home. Zayne punches in the quick note in for his nurses before setting the chart down.

“Weather forecast says it’s gonna rain all through the weekend too.”

“Hm.” Zayne gets up, rolling his shoulders loose of the knots that had gathered there before rounding his desk, “Come on then.”

“Oh! Are you done? Are we… going to get dinner?” You jump up from the sofa, seemingly revived, a smile on your face. Zayne regards you for a moment before turning.

“Not yet.”

“Not… yet?” you trail after him as he shrugs on his coat and locks his office door.

He can feel your curiosity bubbling for the entire walk to his car through the vast parking garage. He allows himself a smile as you slide in and look at him expectantly. For a second, he toys with the idea of not telling you, of seeing just how long you can hold out before you start to pester him.

“You’ll see,” he says, just as you open your mouth to ask.

“So… it’s a surprise?” you ask.

He shrugs, pulling out of the parking space and cresting through the dimly lit parking structure till he turns onto the bustling city street.

“I suppose it will be.”

“Did you… plan this?” he can hear the hopefulness in your voice, the giddiness sparkling there like soda fizz.

“No, but did you say I should try to be more spontaneous sometimes?”

“Sure but…” he can hear you pouting, “well, fine, if you really don’t want to tell me.”

He keeps quiet just to savor in the silence, in the knowledge that you are here with him, and so, so eager to know what he has planned for you. He wonders if it’s cruel to enjoy this, to love the way you’re so reactive, to love… everything about you.

You blink as he pulls into a darkened road, wide as it is, to the clearly gated Botanical Gardens. Your confusion only grows as the night guard there gives him a cheery wave before punching a button and the giant gates hiss open to allow you both entry.

“Thanks,” Zayne says, lifting a hand as the night guard waves them through with a bright smile.

He casts you a single glance before chuckling, “His daughter was a patient of mine a while back — she had a genetic cardiac condition that — well,” Zayne breaks off as he parks the car in the first space and opens the door.

“Regardless, she needed surgery. It was risky but… we managed to save her.”

He leads you down the winding path to one of the smaller greenhouses, lit up so brightly from the inside that you have to squint your eyes as he punches in an access code and lets you both through the door.

The wall of heat that greets you both nearly knocks you off your feet but a moment later, you smile as the warmth seeps into your skin, and you turn your face up towards the high ceilings, speckled with what you’re certain are tiny little sunlamps, beaming down at the arid landscape below.

“Are these… cacti?” you wonder aloud, shuffling over to a large, bulbous plant with long thin spikes.

“Yes, these are the desert plants. They need prolonged exposure to sunlight to live.”

“Oh…” you bend down to read the short description of the cacti before moving onto the next one, and then the next one. Zayne trails behind you, watching with a soft smile and softer eyes as you point out the tiny little yellow flowers budding on one, and the strange shapes of another.

“Not that this isn’t fun and all but…” you turn to him as you finally return to the front of the greenhouse, having seen all the different varieties of desert plants in this particular area, “why’d you bring me here?”

Zayne holds open the door for you.

“You looked like you were missing the sun.”

Even beneath the barely there lighting of the parking lot, Zayne sees your blush darkening your cheeks.

“I — I guess I was,” you say as you slip once more into the passenger seat of his car, looking over at him, “but… weren’t you missing it too?”

Zayne’s grin skews as he tugs on his seatbelt, but he schools his expression back into its usual mask of stoicism as he answers, “No. I’ve already got you.”

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imsilay · 2 months

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SOAR DRABBLE

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“Please, for the love of god, don’t tie your hair up,” he mumbled as he untied your hair and watched it fall on your shoulders like a waterfall. “It’s too hot!” you whined, hating the way your hair clung to your slightly sweaty skin. Cringing at the way it felt, you snatched your hair tie from his hands and tied up your hair, sending daggers into his eyes through your gaze. You swore to god if he ever got his paws on your hair again you’d snap.

He was about to reach for your hair but he gave up with the glare you gave him. His hands dropped to their previous place and pulled you against his chest, you could feel his presence suffocating you. His shoulders twice size of you and his height towering even when he was seated.

So just imagine, that mountain of a man huffing and puffing behind you as you tried to watch the movie, his hands sneaking into your t-shirt and fondling your soft skin. He was so twitchy, not letting you focus for a minute with his constant squirming. “Seriously König, get the hell out of here if you’re gonna be like that!” you finally snapped, getting tired of his actions.

He tightened his grip around your middle and didn’t let you turn around to scold him further, instead he buried his head into your neck and bit down on your delicate skin.

Your eyes widened, mount formed a ‘o’ shape. With surprise and pain you let out a groan. Quickly realizing your mistake. He dragged his tongue along with the mark, the muscle flattened against your skin as if a predator tasting its prey before devouring it whole. “Didn’t you forget something, Meine Königin?” he snarled, his fingers digging into your skin and pinning you impossibly hard against his chest. He felt powerful, your smaller figure swallowed by his bulky frame, he knew you were in the palm of his hand. You could trash and squirm around but there was no way in hell you were getting away from him, his embrace. Not a comforting one though, not like a few minutes ago. His ego swelled, he was cocky enough already but your helplessness fed it further. “‘m sorry.” you murmured, voice nothing more than a whisper. “Ja? Really? You weren’t so sorry when you were shouting at me.” you turned your face other way, the mark on your neck stinging and throbbing. Of course you knew his rules, you had been living with him since he kidnapped you. You should’ve known that. You sighed in defeat, “I know i shouldn’t yell at you, i’m sorry. Please let me go.” you sounded like you were about to cry or faint. He chuckled and loosened his grip, not letting you leave though. “Braves Mädchen.” he kissed the mark, his hot lips stayed pressed against your skin, he was content now. “Now make it up to me with a kiss.” he grabbed your chin and turned your head to side, enough to capture your delicious lips with his hungry ones. His tongue needed no invitation, it owned the place. His lips suckled your tongue, absolutely loving how you were the squirming one now. Since the first time you kissed him, his kisses got hungrier, laced with desperation, became more demanding with time. He swore that day, you were his, solely for him, from your delicious lips to the tip of your nails.

He let go of your lips with a string of salvia between your lips. You leaned in and licked it off his bottom lip, which made him uncomfortably hard in his pants. God you were truly something else.

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girlreblogger · 9 months

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reader is on their period. connie x black fem reader fluff. this is short and honestly trash but wtv. drabble..blurb?

you rustled around on you and your boyfriend’a shared bed softly at the feeling of warm lips grazing your skin. “Conniee “ you flipped onto your side and heard a snicker come from behind you. Connie flashed a lazy smirk once he noticed the the little smile on your glossed plump lips from him bothering you.

he stayed quiet yet his hand rose slightly to rub up and down your arm as his eyes flickered all over the simple outfit you wore. “cute ass.” He mumbled, leaning down to place more kisses on your neck and shoulder, finally making you groan and turn to look at him.

“stoppp come on na, mmcht.” you spoke, sucking your teeth. all the kisses were cute at first but now you just wanna be left alone. but with an annoying boyfriend like connie, this only humored him.

“stoppp oh my gosh! mmcht girl c’mere.” he mocked pulling you into his large muscular chest that conveniently lacked a shirt. “Let’s get it on girl!” His deep voice was playful as he raised his tone and began tickling you on your sides.

“… please don’t say that again.. let me sleep.” you wanted to laugh but your body was starting to feel more and more drained by the second. eventually, you just pushed him down by his chest and curled up on him. “I'm tired.” you sighed and twisted your face in his neck, just wanting to snooze.

At this point, he knew you'd really go to sleep after he had just planned to bother you. So he peppered you with kisses and rubbed your sides with his large hand, lightly pushing his fingers that had numbers tatted on the knuckles into your plush skin.

“what’s wrong baby? you tired?” He asked softly while looking down at your scrunched-up face in his chest. “cramps.” you blurted, making him widen his eyes and nod, his hands went to your back and rubbed it in circles. he felt bad since he usually always remembered that time of the month for you.

“When did it start?” He asked lowly, not trying to pry as he continued with his small rubs— skimming his tongue over his diamond grills and licking his lips. “A few mins before you came in here starting with me.” your voice was small, the slight pain and tiredness present in your tone.

Connie sighed softly because now he was really staring to felt bad for annoying you. “now you wanna act all nice when you were just bothering me?” you tiredly teased and listened to a chuckle pull from his lips as you turned your back to be flushed against his chest so you could lay comfortably in his arms. “nah its just i feel bad, you hurting and stuff while i’m messing with you.” he gave your forehead a kiss as you reached your hand out to grab your glasses on the nightstand. “it’s okay con you didn’t know.”

his eyes traveled to your hands trying to reach the glasses. “i gotchu” connie grabbed them and put them on your face for you gently. He wrapped his arms on your waist and looked down at your face. “I'm so sorry baby..” he mumbled while moving his hand to your thigh.

“You just rest okay? you need anything?” He was trying his best to make his deep voice sound as soft as possible for you. He made sure you were always taken care of, especially during your period. “wanna watch tv.” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him from below.

He leaned down to kiss your lips softly, ending it off with a quick peck. “alright” Connie felt so bad for his sweet girlfriend. He grabbed the “moku” remote and turned it to a kdrama you both had been binging together.

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newtthetranswriter · 4 months

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I'm here to cure your bordem! o7 how are you?

What if peke J took a liking to a new neighbor that just moved in? peke J spending most of his time occupying the new neighbors time <3

How would baji and chifuyu feel or act??

Welcome to my little blog, I’m doing okay. How are you doing? Anyway you didn’t specify if you wanted headcanons or drabble so I’m gonna do a little bit of both if that's okay. Also I wrote this to be fairly platonic, I hope that’s okay. Anyway enjoy, have a good day and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

How it starts:

First off they had no clue someone just moved in, being too busy with toman and school they didn’t notice the moving truck or new name on the mail boxes.

Let’s be honest, they probably only realized someone new lived there when Chifuyu noticed Peke J was missing the first time.

Chifuyu’s first thought was that Peke just snuck out to visit Baji, but upon questioning his friend it was brought to their attention they had no clue where the cat had run off too.

Baji being the only one with a brain cell suggested looking around the complex because he had to be around there somewhere while Chifuyu had a mini meltdown thinking he had lost his cat for good.

Chifuyu would take the suggestion and start looking in the dumbest places for Peke J, the trash cans, behind a potted plant next to a random apartment door, Baji on the other hand was politely knocking on doors asking if they had seen the cat.

After about half an hour Chifuyu had slumped to the floor once again believing Peke J had run away never to be seen again. All Baji could think to do is suggest that they make missing posters for the cat.

Before Chifuyu could even nod in agreement the aforementioned cat just walked over and layed in his lap, shocking the boys.

“Oh you must be his owner.” Said a voice that neither boy recognised. Turning to the voice, they noticed someone standing at the door to an apartment only a few doors from Chifuyu’s apartment. “Wait, are you okay, you look like you’ve been crying?” the stranger walked over kneeling next to the blonde who just looked stunned, where the hell did you come from?

Collecting his train of thought Baji spoke first. “Sorry about this, Chifuyu was just really worried about Peke J, I’m Keisuke Baji and the idiot on the floor is Chifuyu Matsuno” He introduced himself. Chifuyu shot Baji a glare before focusing on Peke J.

“It’s okay, I can understand being worried about such a sweet cat. Anyway I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I just moved in a week ago. It's nice to meet you two.” You responded standing back up. “Well now that I don’t have a cat laying on all my stuff I have things to finish unpacking so I’ll see you guys around.” With that you disappeared into your apartment leaving two gang members and a cat.

Chifuyu took that as his cue to pick up Peke J and finally get off the floor. “Who knew we had a new neighbor? Anyway bad cat, you shouldn’t be bugging strangers.” He said holding the cat like a baby. Baji just laughed at his friend, scolding the cat notorious for sneaking out. “What are you laughing at?” Chifuyu said to the grinning boy.

Shaking his head, Baji just waved him off and headed for the stares. “You’re just stupid, anyway I’m going home now that you found your cat, bye.”

Little did Chifuyu or Baji know this would be a regular occurrence, every few days Peke J would just disappear. Chifuyu would first go to Baji then have to go knock on your door to see if the cat had once again decided to bug you. After the fifth time he stopped bugging Baji about it, and would just ask you.

Chifuyu’s feelings on the situation:

Again when Peke J first went missing it freaked him out, like that’s his baby and he just disappeared

But after a few times he accepted that it was just going to keep happening.

Chifuyu would also feel bad for the fact that you had to deal with his cat that would randomly escape, but after multiple conversations assuring him that it’s fine he would apologize but understood that it wasn’t bugging you

He got so used to Peke J going over to hang out with you that if there was a toman meeting or he knew a fight was coming up he would ask if you could keep an eye on Peke J until he got home.

On more than one occasion he would open his phone to see a picture of Peke J asleep somewhere in your apartment when Chifuyu could have sworn the cat was just on his bed.

Eventually he accepted that it was now a split parenting relationship, only differences is are one Peke J is a cat, two you guys aren’t together and never were, and third neither of you had control over when and where the cat wanted to stay

As Peke J spent more time at your place Chifuyu did as well slowly adding you to the mini friend group of him and Baji

Chifuyu also is 100% in support of the random pictures you send of Peke J dressed in various costumes, though his favorite was a mini Toman jacket you had either made yourself or commissioned to be made for the cat if you aren’t very crafty.

Baji’s feelings on the situation:

At first was also worried about the cat, mostly because he knew Chifuyu would lose his shit if something actually happened to Peke J

Got tired of the constant texts saying ‘have you seen Peke J’ from Chifuyu and was the one to suggest he just ask you.

Finds it funny that half the time Peke J chooses you over Chifuyu.

Baji would definitely tell the whole gang that Chifuyu now shares custody of a cat with the new person in the building

He would go with Chifuyu to pick up Peke J after Toman meetings to chat with you cause if you’re gonna be a part of the group he might as well make an effort.

When he saw the cat sized Toman jacket he nearly died laughing at it, because who in their right mind makes a biker gang jacket for a cat, he then immediately sends pictures to everyone.

Honestly he’s happy to have another friend, even if you’re not a fighter and just watch his buddy’s cat, you’re cool, so why not hang out with you sometimes.

Overall I see it starting out as Chifuyu thinking he’s bugging you and Baji just accepting that a cat has picked the newest member of the friend group.

#tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu x reader #baji keisuke x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji x reader #tokyo rvengegers headcanons #platonic x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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This is a bit of a heavy request but could you do a blurb or drabble of Siriusx reader where they struggle with eating and food in general in recovery tho and still finds it difficult sometimes again this might be too much so I’m sorry if it is

Thanks for requesting!

cw: reader is struggling with eating disorder recovery, thoughts related to bullemia, please don't read if this will be triggering for you

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 737 words

You can’t fathom how Sirius has managed to clean his plate, but you’re grateful that he has. It makes it easier to think of your portion, hardly more than half of his, as a reasonable amount.

Still, it sticks in your throat as it goes down.

“How was your day?” Sirius asks, waiting patiently in front of his empty plate as you take your tiny bites.

“Not bad.” Not great. Your boss had gotten irritated with you for asking too many questions about your new assignment, and you’d spend the rest of the day steeping in shame for your incompetence. “Yours?”

“It was good,” he replies, and his voice is breezy, but you can feel his eyes on you. There’s a few bites left on your plate, and if Sirius weren’t here you’d throw the rest of your dinner in the trash. You think he knows.

You can feel your meal pressing at the base of your throat. You want it out, up, whatever. It's one of your worse days, and the thoughts of how disgustingly full you are, how many calories you’ve eaten, how you didn’t work out that morning, are more difficult to repress. Nausea works at your gag reflex, and you keep swallowing as if that’s going to help.

“Do you want some water?” Sirius asks softly.

“No.” Anything more in you, and you’re sure you’ll be sick. But now irritation provides a distraction. Inexplicably and to your self-loathing, nothing sparks the flint of your anger quicker than the people you love being worried about you. It’s some petulant instinct: don’t tell me what to do. You know Sirius isn’t trying to be patronizing, that he’s not trying to take control of your meal away from you, and still. Resentment roils hot and bitter with the undigested food in your stomach.

“Just a few—”

“I know.” Your tone is so harsh you’re surprised the words don’t scrape and tear on their way out, and you backpedal immediately. “I’m sorry, Siri, I—”

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, with more sympathy than you deserve. “It’s okay, baby, I get it. You don’t wanna talk about it?”

“No, thank you.”

He nods, and there’s a brief silence.

“Hey, d’you wanna start that puzzle tonight?” he asks casually. “I know you’ve been wanting to work on it for awhile.”

Sirius doesn’t even like puzzles. “I thought you had work to do?”

He shrugs. “I can do it in the morning. It’s only five hundred pieces, right?”

“A thousand.”

He blanches, and you almost smile. You know what he’s doing, but you’re going to let him anyway. He composes himself quickly.

“Perfect. The more the better.”

You force yourself to take one bite, then another, swallowing before you can fixate on the feel of them in your mouth. It’s impossible not to think about them, but Sirius’ chatter makes things easier, beckoning you to engage with him as he asks silly questions about whether you start with the border or the picture, if you’re a purist or if you use the box for reference.

“It’s going to be hard,” you admit, and realize with the clink of your fork against the dish that the last bite is gone. Sirius takes your plate before you get the chance to think about it too hard, carrying it with his to the kitchen.

“Why’s that?” he prompts.

“Because…” It takes a moment to remember what you were talking about. You’re proud of yourself for finishing, but the insistent full feeling is still there. “Because the picture is watercolor. Things won’t be as distinct.”

Sirius seems to sense that you could still use a distraction, discarding the plates in the sink and leading the way to the living room. “This one, right?” He holds up a box for you to see, and you nod, sitting with your legs crossed under you on the floor by the coffee table. “Pfft, that’s easy money, dollface.”

“You’re going to eat those words,” you reply, doing your best to match his easygoing tone.

Sirius makes a disbelieving huffing sound as he spreads the pieces on the table, dropping a kiss on your head. “Proud of you,” he murmurs, and it’s like a blip, a break in character, before he settles down beside you on the rug and his voice resumes its normal volume. “With your skills, we’re gonna make this puzzle our bitch. Just you watch, sweetness.”

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love-lilly02 · 2 months

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LILLY PLS IM SUPER DOWN BAD FOR SOME TF141 DRABBLES RN

OK IDEA: HOW THEY SHOW THEIR AFFECTION/LOVE LANGUAGE 💥👊

KEEPING IT BROAD CAUSE I WANNA SEE YOU BE CREATIVE 🤭

MWAH DONT FEEL FORCED EITHER

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RAAAA DUCK ANNON IS BACK‼️‼️‼️

i’m so sorry i didn’t see this by the way, i was cleaning😕😕

Anyways we’ll start off with Price, i think he’s definitely a words of affirmation person or gift giving. in the beginning he leaves you small things, a flower (yes, a singular flower.) with a letter saying it’s pretty like you, poems, treats hidden around your room. Once the two of you are together though he’s going all out. Flowers every week (he keeps one so he knows when it’s time to buy more), text messages with poems and paragraphs, date nights, shopping sprees. (emphasis on the shopping, you can look at something for too long and it’s in your apartment the next day.) i also don’t really see price as a touchy person, but he likes when you hold his hand or his arm (imagine period drama arm holding), ESPECIALLY around the boys.

Johnny next, this man is touchy to ALL hell. your on the counter? he’s got your ass. standing there doing ANYTHING? he’s around you, holding your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder, all of the above. In public he’s got your hand, your arm, your waist, any part of you he can grab. he’s also a flirter, to the BIGGEST extent, i mean this man will take one look at you and spew out so many compliments you think he’s got them pre written down. their also never the same compliments, ever. how he has so many you’ll never know. I don’t see him as a gifts person but if you express an intrest in certain things it will pop up from time to time.

Kyle is a bit tricky for me, because i don’t write him often. I think he’s a reassurance person, if you’re not feeling well he’s there or he’ll always say he loves you or something. Definitely someone who believes actions speak louder than words, which means everything in your house is getting done for you. dishes? he washed them an hour ago. trash needs taking out? oh don’t worry love, i got that. He just likes taking care of you, doesn’t really mind the busywork. And don’t you dare feel bad for it, he’s right there scolding you for it, saying that he wants to do those things, that he wants to help you. He’s definitely a clingy person, but not out in public. poor kid’s too shy for that, but at home he’s all over you. his favorite position is to lie with his head on your stomach, watching something on the telly while you read or scroll on your phone. definitely not because he falls asleep easier in that position.

Ghost is my favorite of them all. at first he just ignores you, i mean once this man realizes he has feelings you NEVER see him around😭 and then he gets over himself and somehow apologizes (how he got over himself, we’ll never know) and slowly starts going around you again, but that’s literally it. You don’t think anything else is wrong, wouldn’t even be able to tell something was different if it weren’t for all the people that started going missing. You complain about a co worker? their gone the next morning. some rookie is pissing you off? oddly enough he got deployed and killed in combat. you never understand it, especially when no one questions the disappearances or just where the people went. That’s how ghost loves you, by keeping you happy. Simon on the other hand, takes a much more direct approach with his love. Once ghost is done with his “i’ll kill you if you touch her” bs he’s confessing to you, buying you flowers for the first date (only then, for some reason?) taking you somewhere nice. The whole shabang for his pretty thing. He’s also a nicknames person, some of his favorite being “love, lovie, princess” and sometimes “thing” when you really make him mad. he’s just like kyle, shy in public but a fucking PUPPY at home. you try to get up in the morning, he’s got you trapped under him in seconds. you leave a room, he’s tailing after you, your cooking in the kitchen he’s right behind you, if you don’t yell at him to get off. it’s never suffocating, though. In public he’ll hold your waist or your hand, that’s about it.

i feel like i kind of got off topic at some points but those are hot takes off the top of my head🥳🥳 lmk if yall want an nsfw version

#i love duck annon #this was written on my phone if you couldn’t tell #cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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itsthestutterforme · 2 months

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Protect You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: You always made sure that Rafe felt safe around you. It was important to Rafe that you felt the same way with him.

Prompt credit @cosmophoriia : “You’re more family to me than my real family,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sensitive themes related to police (implicit racism, racial profiling, racial stereotypes), protective Rafe

“Baby, what do you think of this?” Rafe rushes to show you a lingerie set on Amazon, bumping the dining room table when he past.

He stops in his tracks when he hears glass shattering behind him.

Peering over his shoulder, his eyes fell to the shards of glass from the flower vase collecting on the floor.

“Rafe, are you okay?” His eyes widen when he hears your footsteps padding into the dining area of the apartment you shared.

You called his name when you neared him and he immediately tensed.

“I-I’m so sorry. I should’ve paid attention to where I was going. I should’ve- fuck, I’m sorry.” He frantically looks for a broom.

“Watch out for the glass. I don’t want you getting hurt,” you tell him.

“No, I deserve it for fucking up. I’ll get you new flowers and a new vase and I’ll-“ you went around the mess and stood in front of Rafe to stop him in his tracks.

His averts his gaze from you and you gently took the broom from his hands. “Rafe,” “I’m sorry,” he whispers, flinching when you go to touch his hand.

“Rafe, it’s just a vase. I can always buy a new one.”

He relaxed when you stood closer to him and took his hands into yours. “It’s just a vase,” you reassure.

“It’s just a vase?” He repeats, his crystal green eyes searching yours for any micro expressions to tell him otherwise. “It’s just a vase, baby.”

“So you’re not mad?” “I’ve done a lot worse than break a vase.” You said with a chuckle.

The two of you took a deep breath and you pressed a warm kiss on his lips.

You reach for the broom but he picked you up to set you on the kitchen counter. “I broke it, I can at least clean it up.” He reasons, sweeping up the glass shards and dumping it in the trash.

“Rafe?” “Hm?” “You’re not a failure. Not to me.” He freezes at your confession, slowly turning to face you.

Sliding between your legs, he places a hand on either side of you. “You’re more family to me than my real family,” he captures your lips in a slow kiss.

“Look at you turning me into a sap,” he taunts, bumping his nose to yours.

Rafe’s gears have been turning in his head since he got the text from his dad saying that he needed to talk.

You suggested to meet him in a public place if he didn’t feel comfortable going to Tannyhill or Ward coming to the apartment.

You offered to run some errands in the meantime so he could have some privacy but Rafe insisted you to come with him.

Just your presence alone calms his nerves.

But his anxiety couldn’t help by spike at the thought of meeting his father. His condescending, manipulative father.

You dragged him with you to take a walk around the Square so he could get his mind off things.

He aimlessly followed wherever you were pulling him until he felt you stop in your tracks, yanking his arm back a little.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he glanced at you to ask why you stopped.

Your grip on his hand tightened and he followed your gaze to a cop that was parked by the curb, calling you over.

You took a step back, pressing your back against Rafe’s side.

Naturally, he noticed you were uncomfortable and stood in front of you. “Is there a problem, officer?” Rafe questioned.

“No, not at all. We’re just looking for a perp. His name is Ivan Sparks. I was wondering if your girlfriend has seen or heard of him?” The cop asks, his hands wrapping around his belt as he stepped closer to you and Rafe.

“No, sir. I haven’t heard of him.” You answered. “And why exactly would she know him? What, you think all black people know each other?” You squeezed Rafe’s hand in warning and he looked at you for a moment.

You shook your head at him. “You mind if I see some identification, hun? Just as a precaution.”

You inhaled sharply and slowly reached for your purse, a breath hitched in your throat when you heard the keys on his belt jingle.

“Absolutely the fuck not. You have no probable cause to ask for identification. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Rafe snaps, putting a hand over yours to stop your movements.

“Let’s just calm down, son.” The officer mediates.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down. We were just walking and minding our business until you started to racially profile my girlfriend.”

“No one’s racially profiling anyone, son.”

“Right,” the officer’s gaze fell to you a moment and your palms grew slick.

“You don’t have to look at me like that, hun. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to ask you a question.” He explains.

“A question she already answered.” Rafe defends, staring down the cop until he let out a sigh.

“You’re free to go. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” He climbed back to his cruiser and drove off.

Rafe waited until the officer was a safe distance away before turning to you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks you but your gaze fixated on the light the cop made a turn at.

Rafe noticed your breathing starting to pick up and stood in front of you to block your vision. He took off his jacket and draped it over your trembling frame.

“There she is,” he says when you finally met his gaze. “He had no right to ask you anything. And I’m sure me arguing with him didn’t help your nerves. I’m sorry, baby.”

“I..” your mouth started to feel dry.

“Let’s go home, yeah? I can raincheck with my Dad.” “N-no, you don’t have to do that Rafe. It could be something important.”

“You are something important,” “I can just wait in the car-“

“I’m not leaving you alone. We’re going home.” Taking your hand into his, you followed him down the sidewalk.

Neither of you said anything until you reached his car. He opened your door and watched you climbed in, hesitating to close the door.

“Hey,” he starts, wiping some tears that began to fall down your cheeks.

“Look at me,” he waits for you to listen to him before continuing. “I will never let anything happen to you. Not if I’m still breathing, okay?”

You nodded, closing your eyes when he kissed your temple. “I love you,” you said softly when he slid into the drivers seat.

Linking his hand with yours, he kissed the back of your hand, murmuring I love you too against the skin.

He rested your interlinked hands in his lap as you looked out your window replaying the events over and over again.

#black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron drabble

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arachnoia · 9 months

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7 seconds | hobie brown

pairing- college au! hobie brown x fem! reader

sol's notes- tbh i didn't expect you guys would want something like this bc it was j a drabble but tysm !!

(requests are open 🗣️)

You don’t think you could ever explain the expression on your face when you saw Hobie Brown again. Except he wasn’t fucking your brains out in a tiny closet and was instead leaning against your apartment’s door frame.

Margo turned to Gwen begging for help from her expression, causing Gwen to walk over and Margo go back to sitting next to you. Which led Hobie to wink at you once you who made eye contact.

“What do you want?” She said, arms crossed and scanning him up and down.

Hobie held his hands up teasingly and laughed, “Why so hostile, Gweny? And I’m here to talk about some ideas I have for the band.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and led him into the apartment, “Okay, come in.”

Hobie went over and sat on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

“So what idea-“ Before Gwen could finish her sentence, her phone started ringing which alarmed her a bit, “Wait a sec. It’s work. Lemme take this.” She went out to the hallway to take the call, leaving Margo to awkwardly glance at you two having obvious tension.

“I’ll see ya,” she whispered, hitting your bicep and leaving.

You frowned at Margo, who like Gwen, went outside.

It was awkward. You felt a bit relieved that Gwen and Margo changed you into some t-shirt and shorts in contrary to your outfit from last night.

“So…”

“…So”

You looked up to him who smirked and licked his lips, “I had a lot of fun last night.”

He went over and sat next to you on the couch and smiled slyly, “Why are you so quiet? You weren’t even that quiet yesterday when we were supposed to be so what’s making you quiet now?”

You felt your eyes slightly widen at his comment and glanced at him from the corners of your eyes, “I’m not.”

You saw his lips curve a bit as he tried to stifle a laugh from your excuse of a response.

Actually, it was more of a squeak.

“Uh huh…You good?”

“Yeah, why do you say that?”

He pointed at your chest and scratched his neck awkwardly, “You’ve got something here…”

You haven’t even noticed the purple and maroon marks that decorated your neck. A frown settled on your face since Margo or Gwen hadn’t told you about them.

“It’s fine. Just use some concealer or whatever and you’ll be fine. Or just ice and toothpaste ?”

You nodded.

He nodded.

“Y’know they won’t be here for a while. There’s an emergency at work…”

You turned your head to say something but were met with his lips enveloping yours. He bit your lip playfully once he felt you turn the kiss, what used to be a peck from his part, turn into you now straddling him on the couch while making out. He started massaging your ass and hips while you increased friction against his cock, which already was causing a tent under his pants.

You started turning breathless and pulled back breathing hard, “…What did you do?”

He smiled faintly and started playing with your hair, “I heard someone trashed everything so they need all the help they can get.”

“Weren’t you here to tell Gwen some ideas for the band?”

His face turned smug, “A little white lie won’t hurt anyone.” He brushed some hair behind your ear.

“I didn’t know you were like that…”

“Like what?”

“Y’know…Parker sure as hell held you back….such a good fuck.” he whispered, kissing your neck.

You felt your stomach turn. You didn’t know how to react to what he said considering what Gwen and Margo told you. You felt the same way about him but felt a little cautious nonetheless.

He started to lay you against the couch, him on top of you, kissing you gently.

“Okay so basically we have to go to-“ Gwen’s face shifted from annoyed to horrified ass she looked at you two, Margo following.

“Gwen, I think we should leave…” Margo said, dragging Gwen back outside to the hallway.

“Don’t,” and before you could even say anything, Hobie got up from on top of you, whispering an “I’m sorry” before he stood up and went towards the door.

“I was leaving anyway. I’ll text them to you, Stacy.”

Once he was out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, Gwen and Margo looked at each other in disbelief before turning to you.

You frowned but then again, you can’t be shocked because you got warned.

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“That looks so cute, girl.”

Gwen turned around in to face you from looking at herself in the mirror, “I’m not sure! Y/N?”

“Oh, you look so hot!”

Gwen gave you a smile and went back to the mirror to examine the outfit.

You and Margo were on top of Gwen’s bed as she tried on clothes for another party. You felt hesitant to go since you also had an essay due the next day so you declined the offer.

It had been a few weeks since the whole encounter with Hobie happened and you cringe when you recall your state after. You developed a bit of a crush on him when you saw he followed you back on Insta. You couldn’t help but stalk his highlights which are full of him covering old songs by old rock bands.

You held your earbud, listening to his guitar riffs and smiling.

“Y/N? You sure you don’t wanna go?” Margo said, rubbing your shoulder.

You sighed and pressed your face against a pillow you found, “Yeah I’m sure. I have to finish a paper for O’Hara’s class anyway. He doesn’t take in late work and I’d suggest you guys start yours.”

Gwen laughed as she adjusted her cartilage piercing, “Nah, it’s fine. I’ll just wing it and plus I have his class on Thursday so I should be fine.”

You rolled off the bed and headed to the kitchen to make some tea, “I’ll pull an all-nighter. I want my thesis to be more direct this time. He complained about it being too vague and was a total bitch about it so I’ll just-“

Margo threw a plush at you and laughed, “Blah blah blah. We’re gonna head out now. Bye, don’t burn the complex down.”

You waved from sitting on the seat behind the counter and sipped your tea. It was 8:34 and you hoped that you would finish by 11. It was already started and you made some more revisions on your paragraphs and sub-claims. And after three cups of Earl Grey and mental evaluations of what you are actually doing, you have finished. 10:23 to be exact.

“Thank fucking god…” You grabbed your phone to scroll through your socials, seeing different stories from Gwen, Miles, and Margo all having fun. You felt a bit confused as to why you hadn’t seen any story from Hobie since he usually goes to parties like these. But maybe he just got a huge hangover since you remember Gwen ranting about Hobie going to a club the day before and how he came hung over.

You went over to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and did your skincare routine.

Then you heard a knock at the door and your blood ran cold.

You felt your stomach flip. What if this was like Scream and you get brutally murdered?! It was now 10:40 and you couldn’t help but feel a bit scared.

It couldn’t have been Margo or Gwen since their last stories were 5 minutes ago and of them on the dance floor.

Maybe it was Pavitr? He usually goes to you if he needs help with Gayatri though it was usually through text.

You felt your head hurt from all these thoughts running through your head until someone knocked at the door again.

“W-Who is it?”

Another knock.

After standing there for 7 seconds, you went over. It didn’t matter. You were willing to use any excuse not to turn in your essay to O’Hara. Plus, maybe you were being a bit paranoid and it was them. They could have been in an Uber posting old videos. Besides, maybe it was all the caffeine that got you all hyper.

“Coming…”

You turned the locks and opened the door to reveal a smiling Hobie, looking down at you and winking.

You felt your stomach drop and you wanted to dig a hole in the earth and die.

“No hello, sweetheart?”

“What are you here for?” Your response made his eyes widen and you didn’t mean to sound so hostile.

“Just dropping by, y’know…”

Doesn’t he have other girls to fuck?

“Don’t you have other girls to fuck?” You covered your mouth instantly. It just came out and you sounded even more angry. You felt all over the place since you haven’t slept not even the night before and on a caffeine rush.

You looked up at him to look at his expression, which was his eyebrow raised with a smile tugging at his lips, “I mean I actually-“

He stopped himself and crossed his arms, “Don’t you think it’s awkward that I just stand here?”

“Right…” You led him in, closing the door behind you.

“Look, I’m not like that.”

“Sure.”

“I’ve stopped. I’m serious. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His pleading eyes pierced you and made your heart flutter. So much for being mad at him.

“What do you mean?”

You felt him grab at your waist as soon as you opened your mouth to talk, holding your face gently to do so. You pulled back and breathed hard from being kissed all of a sudden.

“Why’d ya pull back?”

“Why did you just leave me there? It’s common courtesy to at least not leave me to be embarrassed in front of my roommates.”

He looked away and cringed, “Yeah, my bad…I’m sorry.”

You widened your eyes in surprise. He had such a negative connotation from your roommates (for good reason) but you didn’t think he was actually going to apologize. You looked away from him. He grabbed your hands and felt his cold hands and rings against your warm ones, “Please…”

“It’s whatever. Is that all?”

He looked down at you and smiled gently, “Can I show you how much I’m sorry, love?”

You felt your stomach drop every time he looked at you like that. You felt your mouth slightly open for a response and he started grazing your lips with his as your face began to come closer.

It all happened so fast, giving you butterflies in your stomach. He lifted you up, your legs clinging to his waist as you were making out. He laid you on your bed, taking off your pajamas as he kept kissing you on your lips and neck. You bit your lip as you felt the cold air hit your breasts.

“I’ve missed these…” He said, massaging your breasts and rubbing on your sensitive pierced nipples. To say you were in a complete state of bliss was an understatement. The way he played with your clit even, felt precise and articulate. Like he knew exactly how to give you the pleasure you wanted. It felt ethereal.

He unbuttoned his pants, dropping his spiked belt and showing his already erect cock. There it was, in all its glory as it dripped of precum around his pierced tip. You got up to kiss it a bit, the slight of it leaving you breathless.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that…” he bit his lip again as you kept leaving soft kisses around his cock.

You finally stopped after pumping it a few times in your hand, motioning for him to put it in your dripping pussy. You loved the feeling when he put it in for the first time, drunk off the feeling of clenching around him. You felt your eyes widen to the size of him, and he was barely at the tip, teasing your clit with it.

“Put it in already, please…” Your eyebrows knit together in sexual frustration, grabbing at your bedsheets. “Whatever you say, princess,” he laughed shakily, and all at once, he went in you. You gasped and felt tears form in your eyes as he started thrusting fast, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

“Fuck…” you cried, covering your face with your arms as he attacked your breasts, kissing them all over and playing with your pierced nipples. He grabbed you by your hips, removing you to switch positions to have you on top, straddling his thighs. You gasped as you felt him even more inside you, clenching around him as you moved your hips to adjust.

"I'm gonna-"

"Yeah...me too."

You started riding out your high, and you felt him release inside you, feeling just as good as last time.

You got off, still feeling out of breath, and laid next to him.

“So…”

“…So”

“What is this?” You didn’t know what else to say. All the sex-driven sounds from before were now replaced with heavy breathing and you just wanted to say something.

He looked beside you and smiled, closing his eyes and not saying anything.

“You choose, sweet.”

tags- @ashanomly @mischievous-artist @ahmiliaworldd @freeingrebels @tishxvvx @l4venderia @celestia80s @buggieplant @bluethetigerdragon-blog

masterlist

#astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown atsv #hobie brown x reader #hobie smut #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #sol (not de janeiro)

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just-wrting · 1 year

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Caught You Looking

Title: Caught You Looking

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: A list of times you caught Aaron looking at you.

Word Count: 2,314

Master List

A/N: Just a little thing that I got an idea for. This sort of drabble/story will be very easy to do with how my job works as these are short little instances that give an overall story I guess. I do have a bigger piece that I am working on but do not know how long it will take.

The first time you catch him looking at you is exactly one month after you started at the BAU. Penelope Garcia is so excited to celebrate anything that she brings you a tray of cupcakes. Everyone gathers around your desk and helps themselves to the cupcakes despite Garcia scolding them. You insist they help themselves to the almost two dozen cupcakes.

Despite all the commotion, Hotch doesn’t leave his office. You start to feel a little guilty that he isn’t partaking in the fuss around your desk. So you place a couple of cupcakes on napkins and excuse yourself.

You knock on the office door and hear him tell you to come in. Carefully opening the door, you step in and take a quick glance around. Some things catch your eye, but you opt to look at them later.

“Garcia thinks we should celebrate me being here for a month and brought these,” you say as you set a cupcake on the desk. “I can’t eat them all.”

Hotch looks up at you for a moment before reaching for the cupcake. “You didn’t have to bring me one.”

You shrug. “It’s not that big of a deal. Besides I brought a second one so you’re not alone while you eat it.”

You nervously look away from him and start to study the room. There are a few pictures containing his family and friends and even an award on the wall. Behind the desk contains a framed drawing from his son. It’s not the only one as you can see one tucked under some papers. Overall the office is filled with normal office things such as books and files.

You turn your head to read the award on the wall and you eat your own cupcake. Hotch is an impressive man and you’re very nervous to be standing in his office, even if it’s for nothing serious. You want to comment about the fact that he’s very impressive, but aren’t sure how to say it. Turning back to Hotch, you notice him staring at you. You freeze, unsure of what you did wrong. His face is soft and there’s a faint smile on his lips. “You’ve got something on your face.”

You toss the cupcake wrapper in the trash can next to the desk and brush crumbs off your fingers.

“I’m so sorry! I’m not normally a messy eater it’s just a lot of buttercream,” you explain and you rub the side of your mouth. “Did I get it?”

This time Hotch breaks out into a smile. He stands up and puts his hand on your cheek, gently cupping your face. He takes the napkin from your hands and brings it to the opposite cheek. With a little force, he rubs the stray frosting from your face.

“There wasn’t any point in you walking to the bathroom to look in a mirror.” His voice is gentle. “I’m sorry for getting so close.”

You know your face is heating up. His voice and his touch are both so gentle you know you could get used to them easily if you aren’t careful. “It’s fine. I’m gonna get back to the thing,” you say, tripping over your words as you shake your head. “I’ll be at my desk if you need anything else.”

With that, you make your escape from the office quickly. Your heart is racing, and all you want to do is let him continue to hold you gently. — Another time you catch him staring at you is much more mundane. It’s time for a case briefing and you’re studying both the files and the team. You’ve been with the team for less than a year so you do your best to watch what sort of reactions they have to a case.

Rossi is a great example. For a man you can hide his real feelings very well, his face while reading something without someone watching is very telling as to whether you’ll have a bad time or not. Such as right now, Rossi’s eyes are wide and he’s playing with the edge of a paper. His mouth is pulled into a slight frown. You can tell that this case makes even him feel gross.

You let your eyes wander around to the other members of the team. Morgan is holding his chin in his hand, and Prentiss is letting out a soft yet long and drawn-out sigh. Based on their reactions, you feel like you’re in for a longer case than normal.

As you make your way around the table, you finally glance at Hotch. His eyes are firmly locked onto you. Once you turn your head fully towards him, he makes eye contact.

“(Y/N), what are your thoughts?” he asks.

You quickly look back at the files. “Well based on this level of violence, there are most likely rage kills. Not to mention there’s some… creative liberty in the violence. Even Rossi seems to be surprised at it.”

Rossi breaks into a grin and nods. “True. This level of violence is overkill which is usually seen in rage kills. However, there isn’t any similarity between the victim types.”

You glance back to Hotch, who is still studying you intently. “Well there may not be a physical similarity but if you divide the victims into groups based on the time between murders there is something similar.”

Reid looks up from his files and leans back in his chair. “Each group of victims then contains three people one woman and two males. The men are most likely alpha males and the women are conventionally attractive. What if our unsub attempted to flirt with the women and the men made fun of him?”

“So he feels emasculated. Something about that sets him off and he kills them. That would explain the rage. It could remind him of something in his past so it leads to overkill since he can’t get to the real thing.” Emily taps the table as she talks. “If that’s true it’s only a matter of time before he could go after the real thing.”

Hotch nods and gives you the smallest of smiles. “We should try to figure out who had contact with all three victims while they were last together. Wheels up in five everyone.”

You can feel a warm feeling bubbling up inside of you. As you stand up, you opt to label it as pride in the fact that Hotch approved of your profiling. — It’s late at night, and you are the last person at the office. Hotch usually takes that spot, but he had just left no more than fifteen minutes ago. This meant that the file you had just finished will have to sit on your desk. As you listened to the music coming from your headphones, you let yourself relax. Nothing works as well as just listening to music to calm down after a stressful day.

As the song ends, you hear the familiar beat of the Cha Cha Slide play. It had been added to your playlist to appease a friend. She said that having a song she could dance to on her playlist let her get in that much need exercise while she was at her desk. You had to pick this one cause the beat made sure that you walked quickly. That and the dance was in the lyrics so if you found yourself alone it wasn’t that hard to dance to. Much like you usually do when the song comes on, you stand up and start to move around. As the chorus comes on, you slide across the floor to the left and right. You surprisingly enjoy doing the dance and lose yourself in it.

As you take it back, according to the lyrics, you bump straight into a desk and pause the music to fix what you knocked over. At first, you think you’re hearing things. There’s the muffled sound of laughter. You pull off your headphones. Now you’re sure that you hear it, and you while around to see who it is.

Hotch stands in the doorway to the bullpen watching you with a smile. You immediately stand up straight.

“What are you doing back?”

“I forgot something. You haven’t left yet?”

The smile stays on his lips and you can’t bear to look at him anymore. You feel embarrassed that your boss caught you dancing alone in the office. Not that he seemed to mind. You wonder how long he had been watching you.

“You didn’t watch the whole show did you?” you ask.

He walks towards you and stands up the cup of pens you knocked over. “I watched enough to know that you make a better dancer than I do.” He’s so close you can smell his soap. It sets your heart racing and you don’t want him to go away.

“I was just leaving after I finished with the song. Did you eat yet?” you can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. “If not there’s this little place I know that’s still open.”

His eyes soften. “I would enjoy that actually.” — You sit in your seat and lean back with a sigh. Of course, you would get called in on an emergency case. On a day when you were going to go on a date. Your new shirt sits taught against your shoulders and you regret ever buying it.

“Woah, there kid. Is that a new shirt?” Morgan asks as he gives you a once-over. “Where were you going to wear that fancy thing?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not fancy, Derek. And to top it off it was supposed to be my date shirt.”

“What led you to buy a shirt exclusively to wear on dates?” Reid sits next to you. “Just the concept of that is a little odd.”

“It doesn’t matter now. My date said one more cancellation and he wasn’t going to try again,” you say as you close your eyes.

No one tries to get you to answer their questions as they wait for everyone to show up. You don’t want to explain to them that you bought this shirt almost a year ago when you had just barely started at the BAU. It was meant as a nice shirt to go out on dates with, but it sat in the back of your closet forgotten. It wasn’t until your parents asked when you were gonna introduce them to a partner that you decided to actually jump into the dating pool.

The briefing begins after Emily arrives and it goes quickly. There isn’t much time to waste, so Hotch and Garcia present the most basic things you need to know about the case before you all start to file out to head to the jet.

“So are you going to start wearing that around the office now?” Emily falls into line next to you. “It’s very flattering and seems to follow the dress code.”

“I don’t know. It’s a miracle this shirt has seen the light of day,” you respond. “I could ask Hotch about it.”

She ponders this thought. As if she was curious about the answer he would give, she turns to look at him. It’s nothing more than a glance before she turns back to you with a cheeky smile.

“Why don’t you ask him now?”

You turn your head to look back at him and wonder how you didn’t feel his eyes on you. There’s a sort of daze on his face, that makes you wonder if he’s zoning out or not. It’s kind of cute to see, his eyes are focused on you, and his eyebrows are knit together in thought. Something is on his mind.

“Is this okay to wear at the BAU, Hotch?” you call out. “If it’s not I can change on the plane.”

He opens his mouth but Rossi beats him to it. “Oh no, (Y/N), that’s fine to wear. But maybe you want to think of getting it adjusted a little. Can’t have the other guys here getting distracted.”

Hotch gives him a glare, and you realize Rossi is teasing him. Emily had just said it is a flattering shirt and you think Hotch managed to notice. You can feel your face get warm and butterflies enter your stomach.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Rossi,” you say before quickly turning back to face forward. — You know he’s looking at you. Despite there being a million other places he could be looking, he’s looking at you. You can feel his gaze even as you try to focus on your feet.

You know that if you look up at him and meet his gaze, you’ll start to cry. Not that you would be the only person crying, as you hear someone bawling somewhere off to your right. It’s probably someone you’re related to, as you can hear them say you look so grown up now.

Finally, you get the courage to look at him. Aaron is standing in front of you with the softest look in his eyes and a large smile on his face. Tears are in the corners of his eyes, and you can feel your own well up. Despite the tears, this is the happiest moment of your life.

As soon as the officiant states, Aaron’s lips are on yours. His hands cup your cheeks and his thumbs brush away the tears that spill as you close your eyes. He tastes of sugar and you know Jack gave him a piece of candy to help him calm his nerves.

“I love you,” he mumbles as he rests his forehead on yours. “And I promise to love you forever.”

You can’t contain yourself anymore and let the tears fall. “I love you too, Aaron! I love you now and I’ll love you endlessly.”

#reader insert #criminal minds #aaron hotch #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner #criminal minds aaron hotch

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chiquititaosita · 4 months

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vale valeee 🫣

so, i was thinking, you know how when we get mad, we speak our native tongue? so like, i wanted to request monster trio + law getting yelled at by reader in spanish

(you know how moms be like “ve hacer tal cosa” and we either forget and do it wrong or forget to do it at all?? bueno, reader tells them to help them out with something y como no lo hicieron, reader starts complaining and yelling about “yo hago todo aqui” 🤭)

les da miedito pero la verdd les gusta el matrato 😫

(mentira 👀) idk if that makes sense pero if it doesn’t i can elaborate more ☺️

a/n: OMFG YESSS!!! and I wrote like a slight Drabble for it! On sanjis nickname post oml

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ yelling at monster trio + law in spanish

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Luffy

- if he’s not being serious, or something which is all the damn time

- Consider it’s your job to be like a certain mother figure besides his amor

- first it was the gentle parenting technique,

- “Luffy, can you please move your feet im trying to scrub the deck ?” Y/n is looking over at him, trying to be patient

-“sorry y/n can’t talk rn! Maybe later!!” Luffy will then mess up your whole cleaning

-you didn’t mind it.

-But the then there’s him trying to help you, when you don’t need help.

- “Luffy did you and ussop take out the trash like sanji asked y’all too?” You ask him as you’re trying to make some

-he’s nowhere to be found when you ask him this. but then after

-“ah ah ah! ¡Lávate las manos, Cabron!!” You’ll slap Luffys hands and speak in a semi- stern tone but in a calm manner when he tries to eat the carnitas you have.

-“come on just a little bite babeeee!!!/——“

-“NO!” You’ll explode and the whole ship hears you. You’re so angry and tired of trying from being stressed out.

-“I have to do everything around here god damn it! Please just help me with shit if you want to be a good boyfriend por favor!!” Y/n is just thankful to have some shit being done.

-“NOW HELP ME OR YOURE NOT GETTING MY PORTIONS OF FOOD!!” Then he IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO UNINTENTIONALLY CLEAN THE DECK AND HELP SORT OUT HIS LAUNDRY… let’s be honest luffy never does his laundry

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ zoro

-will instantly yell back at you

- “y/n why are you mad at me!?”

- “YOU BROKE THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”

-“IT WAS IN THE WAY WHEN I WAS TRAINING!!”

- you slap him and groan mumbling you have to do shit. You’re not even going to complain with him right now

- that is until a couple of hours later some random ass bitch at the bar y’all were at, was literally trying to pick a fight with zoro. And talk shit. And you were sober the whole time.

-“HIJOLE a chingada wey!! Nobody talks shit about my man but me!!” You slap the guy with a chancla aiming like a super Latina mom. And literally defend your moss head novio whose found a nice sleeping place, sitting down.

-“NOW YOU YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WIPE AMD CLEAN THE TOILET BEFORE YOU FLUSH MR!”

-“Y/n you’re embarrassing me!-“

-“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF IM EMBARRASSING YOU! I ONLY ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING ONE THING!! AND YOU BARELY DO”

-he’s picking you up and you’re kicking his chest to put him down.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ sanji

- “Y PUTA ALA MADRE WEY!!” You’ll be storming out angry. if sanji sees you angry it’s best for him to not try and ask…

- he’s learned the hard way.

-“VINSMOKE SANJI!!” You know when a Hispanic woman yells your government legal name, you’re fucked

-“Yes Mon amour??” He’d asked you in a kind manner

-“why isn’t the FLOOR MOPPED!?”

-MALE WIFE.EXE ACTIVATED

- the last time he talked back to you he cried, and begged for forgiveness like down on his knees and holding your legs.

-“Aye cabron get off!!! i forgive you i’m just telling you next time to use fabuloso.”

- he finds it adorable when you’re mad and punched your cheeks

-you’ll bite his finger and he’s gonna be like. “OW!!”

-“beloved what’s wrong?”

-silent treatment and he has to start guessing and do everything around the house. but really it’s because she’ll only yell at him without her goodbye kiss. or her love letters on the napkin with her liquado (smoothie en español de tex-mex)

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Law

-oh hell no

-he forgets what he signed up for.

- “CALLATE WEY!!!” The minute you throw a chancla at his head he’s not even pissed he’s just laughing because you got him good

- “shut up for one minute will you y/n-ya.” He regrets it. You start causing a scene and then embarrass him, if his crew steps in. They’re not gonna like it they just say out of it.

-last time penguin almost lost a finger. While doing the chores. Doing the laundry’s and cooking.

-“ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT!!!! MOTHER FUCKER WHO HATES IT WHEN HIS FOOD IS TOUCHING BY A SMIDGE!”- you grab him by the ear. “Ugh I have to do everything for him.”

-“oh really?” Law would reply out of frustration, and throwing you over his shoulders just to fuck some sense into you. Because you got mad you needed dick in his office. Now you’re still complaining, because his room office is a mess.

#monster trio x reader #law x y/n #law x latina! reader #monster trio x Hispanic! reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄 ꒱ one piece x reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄꒱ one piece imagines #˗ˏˋ꒰ 👹 ꒱ monster trio #˗ˏˋ꒰🕊️ ꒱ sanji #˗ˏˋ꒰🗡️ ꒱ zoro #˗ˏˋ꒰☠️ ꒱ luffy #˗ˏˋ꒰🩺 ꒱ law #monster trio x hispanic reader #༊*·˚ ositas master list #one piece x latina! reader #ੈ♡˳ one piece x latina reader

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lechemoon · 1 year

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the one where you're scared so you reach for spencer reid

spencer reid x gn reader

wc: 833 (drabble)

mentions of (warnings): bad feelings about bad places, rodents scurrying, being scared/creeped out

a/n: i officially made it to season 6 of my rewatch! slowly but surely, i get closer and closer to the end. we all know how i feel about spencer with his long hair, but i imagine this is his look after his haircut? enjoy!

it’s dark. not so dark that light doesn’t shine through the old blinds of the possible unsubs house, but dark enough that your eyes need to adjust to the dimness.

and the dimness of the residence sends shivers down your spine and makes your hands shake involuntary. not that you haven’t been in this situation at least a handful of times, but something is telling you that the vibe is off.

you’re thankful that you aren’t in charge of holding a flashlight- you don’t think you’d be able to keep still. you’re also thankful that emily is brave enough to take the lead, paving the way around the house and taking first glances so you don’t have to.

besides getting confirmation that the house was clear moments before going in, you’re comforted at the reality that you weren’t alone in this two-story nightmare.

if it weren’t for you being sandwiched in between emily and spencer in a sort of elementary school line, you think you wouldn’t be able to make it this far into the house. you’d probably make it past the doorway, but wouldn’t dare step any further like the living room or upstairs.

but you are with them, and so you are upstairs.

in fact, you’re in the thought-to-be unsubs bedroom- mattress on the floor undone and messy, and a few cups and garbage scattered around the room here and there. it looks and smells like the person hasn’t been in the room in weeks (maybe because they’re opting for a shed in the woods to sleep in). it’s odd, you think, that someone would come back to their home and use everything and not go into their bedroom.

your foot kicks a pile of trash and torn clothes, and a few small squeaks begin to fill the room. freezing, you stare at the pile and see it moving around, and what ever is under there is trying desperately to evacuate. another chill down your spine. you feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise up.

it isn’t until a family of mice scurry their way past your feet that you finally move- gasping and grasping the forearm of the man behind you, squeezing and stepping back until you hit spencer’s chest. “r-rats,” you stutter.

“they’re way too small- i would say they’re mice,” spencer explains calmly, but you can hear it in his tone of voice that he’s trying to hide how uncomfortable he feels. the proximity of someone so close to him that he can’t move forward is something the entire team knows he doesn’t particularly like.

in your mind, you think sorry, reid. i didn’t mean to grab you so viciously, reid. but you’re still too stunned from seeing snow whites’ meek little grey friends.

only after the squeaks of the mice dissipate do you begin letting go of him and stepping away to make yourself closer to emily instead. you pretend to not see the way she eyes you, a small, knowing smirk gracing her features before she speaks as well. “i’m not seeing anything here. next room, everyone?” she asks, already turning her body towards the rooms door and prepping to go left.

“h-hey,” spencer calls out from behind. there’s a smile he’s keeping from growing any wider. “are you… are you scared right now? of, uh, being in here?”

he wants to tease you, you’ve seen that same expression on him when he’s playing around with others. derek especially.

you quite like the attention from him, but you don’t have it in you to tease back when you feel it in your bones that something just doesn’t sit well with you. maybe you need to keep reminding yourself that spooky places are sometimes just that- spooky places.

you bite your lip and grab a hold of one of your wrist to soothe yourself. “just a little. not that i’m scared of the dark or ghosts or anything, it’s just that-“

“you can hold onto my arm if that happens again,” he tells you, gesturing to his arm and then looking at you. it’s a shy, sweet invitation. “only i-if you want to, of course.”

it’s really considerate of him, you think, that he would sacrifice his own comfort to make sure you’re okay. it makes your fingers twitch, too, because for a moment you want to hook your arm around his.

you smile back at him as you sidestep your way to follow emily to the next room. “thanks, reid. you really don’t have to do that.”

and after a beat you say, “but let’s keep that offer standing until we’re out of this creepy house, yeah? the family of mice might want to make their way back soon.”

you turn around to face forward and make sure you aren’t leaning or touching on any surfaces, so you don’t see his confidence is making him stand taller when he responds with a slightly shaky but excited, “o-or any creepy houses from here on out!”

a/n: hope you enjoyed it! <3

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x gn!reader #mgg #my fics #matthew gray gubler

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