if your taking requests can you draw theo and liam just holding hands maybe ?
Finding a pose that matched what i thoight of them was hard af but it was fun bc i took a break from the comic
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... So I cursed a pillowcase with *your* Zain, now he can pop in my dreams 😶🌫️ hope you like it!
OH MY GOD- I'M LOOSIN MY SHIT, LOOK AT HIM, HE'S SO UGLY, LITTLE GREMLIN, I LOVE HIM ABSHSPSHFH
I absolutely adore that, the little stars next to the American?, this is prefect, thank you my great fella
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| Day13: Warming you up |
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WARNINGS: Cuddling n kissing, uhhh nothing else?, being cold?
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WORDS: 527
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PAIRINGS: Spencer Reid x gn!reader
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Fuckmkkkkkfkdjdjd I have a better fic coming out later for day 14
You and Spencer were busy working a case, one that was urgent enough that you were busy working till incredibly late hours just to get to a crowded police station at incredibly early hours . Well, it wasn't needed that you stay there so late, actually discouraged so you didn't have to walk back to the hotel, but you wouldn't listen.
You make it into the hotel at around 4am, taking off your thick coat, drizzled in snow and stepping out of your boots.
You turn to the bed when you hear stirring, finding Spencer to be sitting up, the most adorable bedhead sprouting all around. He waves at you before opening his arms, mumbling a hoarse “Come. You're gonna cuddle me.”. It sounds like a threat, and it might even be, but you don't think on it too much before you're walking over and crawling into his arms.
Spencer winces from how cold you are, pushing you to hover over him so that he can feel around your icy skin. “Did you not wear a coat or something? Christ.” He mutters, the concern evident in his sleepy voice. You smile and shake your head, saying “No, I wore a coat. Big one.”, to assure him.
He just hums in response, grabbing your arms and rubbing them, trying to warm you up. Your smile grows, your head slipping to rest on his chest. He groans in frustration, rubbing your arms with more pressure to try and warm you up better. “I swear, you don't hold heat, how the hell do you get so cold? You're like.. that blue guy from adventure time. You don't.. you feel like a literal piece of ice.” He babbles, making you chuckle.
“If I wore more layers, I'd start to sweat. I wear three on a daily basis because of the suit-” You start, but he cuts you off saying “Three!? And that big ass winter coat? My god, you should be begging to take a dive in a deep pile of snow from how hot you are, but now it feels like we have to bathe you in lava to bring your temperature up by a single degree.”.
You laugh, finding it hilarious how baffled he is by your icy cold temperature. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, hearing him whisper-yell “Even your lips are cold!”. You grin at the opening, whispering “Why don't you warm them up with yours?”. His face almost immediately flushes red, but he leans down and smacks his lips against yours anyways. The kiss lasts until he's satisfied with the lack of ice cicles coming from the roof of your mouth.
He rolls you onto your side, tucking himself into you, trying to share his body heat. He glances over at the alarm clock, finding it's nearly 5am now, his head whips back around to you. “Go to bed, we need to be up in 2 hours.”
There's zero argument from you, content to finally get a bit of rest before dealing with the shitty local police. You shut your eyes and snuggle into him, hearing him still mumbling about your absurd cold temperature.
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