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[sadnymi]

「 ✦ I can fix him ( No really I can ). ✦ 」

[Mattheo riddle × reader] [TTPD Masterlist]

Summary:Y/n's obsession with Mattheo was evident; she stalked him everywhere, daydreamed about him, and planned ways to get his attention. However, even though he said he hated her, his actions didn’t quite align with those words.

Warnings: stalker!reader , unhinged!reader,obsessed!reader, misunderstood with anger issues reader too! +16 , strong language.

Words: 4.5k

The air hung thick with the smell of spilled Butterbeer and desperation. Wedged into a corner booth of theLeaky Cauldron, I felt like a fish out of water, albeit a very determined fish. My friends, Lily and Anthony, slumped beside me,faces pale and glassy-eyed.

They were the studious type, the kind who'd rather spend a Friday night poring over Herbology textbooks than navigating the dimly lit chaos of this questionable bar. But here they were, martyrs to my grand plan.

My obsession with Mattheo riddle wasn't a recent development. It had blossomed, nurtured by stolen glances across the Great Hall and late-night eavesdropping during our Hogwarts years. Sure, it bordered on stalkerish – I knew his favorite Quidditch teams, the brand of broomstick polish he swore by, even the obscure runes tattooed discreetly on his forearm. But hey,love knew no bounds, right? Well, at least that's what I kept telling myself.

"Y/N, for Merlin's sake," Lily muttered, her voice barely a whisper above the din of drunken wizard gossip, "can't we please go back to Hogwarts? My eyelids are heavier than a dragon's hide after a full moon."

I shook my head firmly, my gaze scanning the sea of faces. "Not yet," I hissed, the anticipation bubbling in my chest. "He should be here any minute."

"He who?" Anthony mumbled, his head lolling against the worn leather of the booth.

"Mattheo, of course!" I exclaimed, my voice a touch louder than necessary. Heads swiveled in our direction, and I quickly ducked my head, mortified.

"Y/N," Anthony sighed, "I can't believe you dragged us all the way out here for a guy who wouldn't recognize you if you levitated naked in front of him."

"He will," I declared, a stubborn glint in my eyes. "Just wait and see." I straightened my robes, trying to project an air of confidence that I definitely wasn't feeling.

As if on cue, the door to the Leaky Cauldron creaked open, and a wave of boisterous laughter flooded the bar. My breath hitched. There he was. Handsome as sin, his black hair tousled, A mischievous grin playing on his lips. He was everything I ever dreamt of and more.

A collective groan escaped my friends' lips as they followed my gaze.

He scanned the room, his gaze sweeping right past my carefully constructed hiding place. "Oh, lord help her," Lily muttered, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and resignation.

I forced a dazzling smile, willing him to notice me. But alas, he remained oblivious, his attention captured by a group of giggling witches at the bar.

"Show some respect to my man," I declared, though Mattheo was still blissfully unaware of my existence.

"He's not your man, Y/N," Anthony pointed out, stating the very obvious.

"Not yet," I corrected, my smile widening. "But he will be."

They both shook their heads, exasperation etched on their faces. "Y/N," Lily hissed, her ethereal voice taking on a surprisingly stern tone, "do you have any idea what you're talking about?"

I clamped a hand over her mouth "I can fix him," I whispered, my eyes fixed on Mattheo.

My friends erupted in laughter, the sound harsh and grating in the smoky bar. "No, seriously, I can!" I insisted, but they just kept shaking their heads.

"I can't take this anymore," she declared, her voice ringing clear. "Y/N, you're delusional, and Anthony and I are enabling you. This ends now. We're going back to Hogwarts."

"Fine, go," I muttered, my eyes still glued to Matteo. "But I'm staying for a while."

The Leaky Cauldron door creaked shut behind them, leaving me alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces and swirling rumors. I nursed my lukewarm Butterbeer, stealing glances at Mattheo across the room. He was lost in conversation with his friends, his laughter tinged with an edge I couldn't quite place.

A shadow fell across my table, and I looked up to find a burly wizard with a sly grin. "Mind if I join you, pretty lady? My treat."

I shook my head politely, my gaze still fixed on Mattheo. "Thank you, but I'm waiting for someone."

He persisted, leaning in uncomfortably close. But before I could politely dismiss him again, a loud booming voice cut through the bar's cacophony.

It was Mattheo, his handsome features contorted in a scowl. He said something that made his friends erupted in laughter, egging him on. A secret smile played on my lips. There he was, the same arrogant, trouble-seeking Mattheo I'd known at Hogwarts.

As his laughter died down, his eyes scanned the room, landing me. A flicker of surprise, then recognition, crossed his face.

He nudged his friends aside, striding towards my table with a swagger. Just as he reached me, he punched a nearby table sending the unsuspecting wizard sitting next to me flying in the air. He landed with a thud on a group of unsuspecting patrons, who shrieked in surprise.

My heart hammered in my chest. This was it. The darkness in his eyes – I knew that look. At Hogwarts, it always meant trouble. And with wands banned outside of school grounds, trouble often meant a good old-fashioned fistfight.

Mattheo reached me, his eyes narrowed. He glanced at the groaning wizard on the floor, then back at me. "Is he dead?" I asked, smiling.

My gaze darted between Mattheo and the dazed wizard. The words died in my throat as he grabbed my arms, his grip surprisingly tight.

"Who are you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

My carefully crafted facade threatened to crumble. Maybe my years of stalking – stalking? Observing! - hadn't been as effective as I'd hoped.

"Y/N," I stammered, my voice barely a squeak. "We have… two classes together… last year… remember?" I threw out the first things that came to mind, hoping to jog his memory.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows, a skeptical expression etched on his face. But before he could respond, he grabbed my arm again, his grip firm, and pulled me towards the bar's dimly lit exit.

"Okay, that's… kinda kinky," I blurted out. He stopped in his tracks, his mouth agape, as if unsure how to react to my strange comment.

"So… are you kidnapping me?" I continued, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind. I just wanted to know you better!"

He stared at me, incredulous. "A date first, wouldn't you say?" I added, a playful smile on my face.

Instead of replying, he pushed me against a wall, his frustration palpable. "Okay, that's a weird way to propose," I declared, a strange mix of excitement and fear bubbling in my chest. "But yes!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he said, his face inches from mine.

My mind was a whirlwind. He was close, impossibly close, and I couldn't think straight. But then again, I never could when it came to Mattheo Riddle.

"A lot of things," I mumbled, my voice barely audible. "So, which one are we talking about right now?"

His grip on my neck tightened, restricting my breath. Fear finally pierced through the haze of my infatuation. "Who sent you?" he spat. "I know you've been watching me since the beginning of the year. Tell me who sent you, or you're dead."

Dead? He thought I was a stalker, someone sent to spy on him? The truth was far more embarrassing – and much more obsessive. "Ouch," I croaked, trying to lighten the mood. "No one sent me.

He stared at me, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"I love watching people," I blurted out, a lame attempt at an explanation. His hand tightened around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I choked back a gasp, opting not to struggle.

"You are really into a lot of things," I wheezed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"This isn't a damn game," he growled, his face inches from mine. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"I know," I rasped. "And I'm telling you, no one sent me."

"So you just happen to be everywhere I'm in? Watching my every move is just a coincidence?"

"I do watch you," I confessed, meeting his gaze. The closeness was intoxicating, the scent of his cologne filling my senses.

"I, uh, I like you a lot and…" I stumbled over the words, my voice failing me.

He cut me off with a harsh laugh. "You like me a lot? So you just decide to stalk me?"

"Well, it's not… well, fine, yeah, but it wasn't that creepy, I swear!" I protested, flustered under his scrutiny.

"Go back to the castle. What did you say your name was? Y/N? Go back to the castle, and if I ever, ever saw you doing that again, I won't be this kind."

His words stung, a cold reality check washing over me. Yeah, maybe my grand plan of charming Mattheo hadn't gone exactly as planned.

"What if I don't want to?" I blurted out, blinking back tears I refused to let fall.

He sighed, frustration written all over his face. "Listen here," he said, pointing a finger between us. "This – this is not going to happen. Ever."

"Ever?" I echoed, a tiny voice in my head pleading with me to accept defeat.

He nodded. "Ever."

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a ridiculous statement popped out of my mouth.

"Well, I don't think so," I said, a playful smile replacing my tearful expression. "I think one day you'll be so in love with me you'll beg me to be with you."

Matteo's response was a hearty laugh. "Yeah? And what makes you think that?"

"Delusional, maybe?" I replied, mirroring his smile.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he finally released his grip on my neck. "Go back to the castle, Y/N," he repeated, his voice softer now. "I won't say that again."

I nodded, a bittersweet feeling settling in my stomach. "Yes, sir," I quipped, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"What did you just call me?"

"Sir?" I repeated, a full smile blooming on my face.

"Don't you ever call me that again," he said, pushing his hair back in frustration.

"Fine, fine, I'm going," Stepping back. "But you know," I added, turning back to him, "being controlling isn't very healthy in a relationship." And with that I walked away the look in his eyes enough to make me run for my life.

A week crawled by. Every snide remark from Lily and Anthony about my "delusional crush" felt like another blow to my already bruised ego. Yet, a strange sense of pride bubbled beneath the hurt. I'd talked to Mattheo Riddle, gotten under his skin even. A win, as I kept telling myself.

The first time I saw him in the Great Hall after the bar incident, my heart did a somersault. He was across the room, his usual smirk plastered on his face as he bantered with his friends. But then, our eyes met. His gaze lingered for a fraction of a second longer than felt comfortable, and I quickly looked away, cheeks burning. Had he told his friends about the crazy stalker girl (me)? My stomach twisted in a knot.

Days blurred into one another, punctuated by stolen glances at Matteo in the Great Hall, Potions class, and even the Quidditch pitch (though I swore I wasn't there to see him play). Every time I felt his gaze on me, a wave of nervous excitement followed by a mad dash to the nearest deserted corridor. My behavior was erratic, even by my own standards.

Did that mean anything? Maybe. But probably not.

Dinner was a disaster. Every time I met Matteo's gaze, a jolt of excitement shot through me, followed by a wave of crippling anxiety. My hands trembled as I held my fork, and I managed to knock over my glass of pumpkin juice. A mortified squeak escaped my lips, and I felt the entire hall turn to stare.

I saw Mattheo. He smirked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. My mortification reached new heights.

I whispered to Lily. "I need to get out of here."

She nodded "Go," she mouthed.

Was I crazy? Obsessed? My friends were right. This was ridiculous. I couldn't keep acting like a lovesick fool.

Today professor Flitwick's voice echoed through the Charms classroom, "Today, we'll be practicing the Patronus Charm in pairs! Choose your partners wisely, as teamwork is crucial."

My heart skipped a beat. Partnering with anyone was nerve-wracking, but the thought of working with Mattheo sent a shiver down my spine. Of course, fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor.

Just as I was about to pair with Anthony, Professor Flitwick called out, "Y/N (L/N) and Mr. Riddle, you'll be a fantastic team!"

Mattheo raised a questioning eyebrow, and I swear, I could hear the unspoken accusation, "Stalking me even into Charms class now?"

I held his gaze, a wry smile playing on my lips. "I swear I had no hand in this. Total coincidence."

Matteo leaned back in his chair, scanning me from head to toe with a slow, infuriating gaze. "Brave, are we?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble.

"I know," I countered, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

"Actually," I continued, unable to resist, "this isn't the first time we've worked together in a class."

He scoffed. "Don't remember."

"Of course not," I muttered, a wry smile playing on my lips. "It was third year, Herbology, Professor Sprout gave us…"

Before I could finish, he cut me off. "Nope, still drawing a blank."

"Right," I said, pushing down a surge of disappointment.

We spent the next hour working on the charm. To Matteo's surprise, I grasped the Patronus concept quickly, flawlessly conjuring a shimmering silver stag. His own attempt sputtered out, a wisp of smoke.

"You're smart," he finally admitted, a surprised glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes, "I was a bit of a gifted child."

"Was?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Burnt out," I explained with a shrug. "Turns out being brilliant can be a drag."

A strange silence fell between us. He held my gaze for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.

"You're so annoying," he finally said, his voice gruff.

"So you keep saying," I retorted, a smile spreading across my face. "And yet, here you are, looking at me like you don't hate my guts."

He averted his gaze, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "I don't like you," he mumbled.

"Whatever," I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "We're done, Professor!" I called out, grabbing my bag.

As I turned to leave, I couldn't resist one last look at him. He met my gaze, a smirk playing on his lips.

The following week felt like a bizarre role reversal. After our unexpected partnership in Charms class, Mattheo seemed to be the one doing the observing. It was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but I felt it like a brand new tattoo – the intensity of his gaze burning into the back of my head whenever I wasn't looking.

It started subtly. During Defense Against the Dark Arts, I caught him staring at me from across the room as Professor Moody droned on about Unforgivable Curses. His gaze lingered a beat too long before he quickly averted his eyes, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

During lunch, I was engrossed in a lively conversation with Lily when I felt a familiar prickle on the back of my neck.Looking up, I saw Mattheo seated at the Slytherin table, a half-eaten sandwich abandoned in his plate . He met my gaze for the briefest of moments before scoffing and turning away to talk to Blaise Zabini.

Today as I trudged back to the castle after visiting Honeydukes. Lost in thought about the latest sugar concoction they were offering, I almost missed him. A flash of dark hair disappearing into the Forbidden Forest, followed by a flicker of red – blood.

My heart hammered in my chest. Was I imagining things? No, it was definitely blood. Curiosity, or perhaps something more, gnawed at me. Ignoring the voice of caution in my head, I veered off the path and followed him.

He emerged from the trees a short distance away, heading towards a small, ramshackle house nestled amidst the thick undergrowth. I watched from behind a large oak, my breath catching in my throat. He stumbled slightly as he reached the door, his face pale and drawn.

I should have turned around then, just left him to his secrets. But something held me rooted to the spot. A primal urge to help, a need to know what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, I approached the house, my hand hovering over the knocker. This was crazy. What if he was hurt? What if he was in trouble with someone dangerous?

The door creaked open before I could knock. Mattheo stood there, his face contorted in a mixture of surprise and anger. There was no mistaking it this time – his face was streaked with blood, and it seemed to be coming from a nasty gash on his forehead. But that wasn't all. Blood stained his clothes in several places, and a dark smear marred his cheek.

He looked like he'd been in a war.

"So, another fight?" I managed, my voice barely a squeak.

"I thought I told you to stop following me," he growled, his voice hoarse.

"I wasn't," I blurted out, ignoring the tremor in my voice. "I was just coming back from Honeydukes, and then I saw you…"

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell the anger was fading, replaced by a weariness that mirrored my own. Taking a chance, I stepped closer, ignoring the frantic beating of my heart.

"Let me help you," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "You can't go back to the castle like that."

He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, with a sigh, he nodded. "There's a first-aid kit in the back," he muttered, stepping aside.

I pushed past him, following his directions, I found the kit and rummaged inside.

Taking a deep breath, I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. The only light came from a single dusty window, casting long shadows across the room. Mattheo sat on the bed.

Silence hung heavy in the air as I knelt beside him. First, I cleaned the cut on his hand, the antiseptic sting making him wince.

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the rustle of bandages and my shallow breaths. Finally, I reached his face, the most serious injury – a deep gash above his eyebrow.

Gently, I dabbed at the blood with a damp cloth, my movements slow and precise. As I cleaned the wound around his lips, I found myself looking directly into his eyes. They were a dark storm, swirling with emotions I couldn't decipher.

Suddenly, I was acutely aware of my position – kneeling between his legs, my gaze locked with his. "Good boy, all done," I whispered, my voice barely above a squeak. His breath hitched, hot against my face.

Then, a touch. His fingers brushed my cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through me. We were impossibly close, his gaze flickering between my lips and my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I stammered, barely recognizing my own voice.

"I don't know," he admitted.

Before I could react further, his lips were on mine. igniting a passion that had been building for so long.

His hands moved possessively to my waist, pulling me flush against his body.as our kiss deepened.

He pulled back abruptly, pushing me gently onto the bed.. "You taste so good," he murmured against my lips, his breath hot against my skin. "You’ve been driving me insane."

“ what spell did you cost on me ?”

I couldn't help but smile against his lips. "No spell, just pure chemistry," I whispered back, my fingers tangling in his hair. This was everything I'd imagined and more.

His hands roamed over my body, trailing fire across my skin, igniting a passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. "Say you want me to stop," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

But the words wouldn't come. I arched into his touch, my heart pounding with anticipation. "I don't want you to stop," I urged, my breath hitching as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. "I won't," he promised, his voice filled with a hunger that matched my own.

Just then, the world exploded around us. The front door creaked open, throwing harsh sunlight into the dusty room. Mattheo and I scrambled apart, guilt and confusion flooding my face.

"Well, first of all, what the hell? I thought you hated her," Blaise Zabini drawled from the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. He shifted his gaze to Mattheo, a smirk playing on his lips. "How can you still get energy after that fight, Riddle?"

Heat flooded my cheeks as I scrambled to gather my things. "I have to go," I mumbled, my voice strangled.

Mattheo remained silent, his gaze fixed on me. Did he want me to stay? Did he...?

I couldn't bear to wait for an answer. As I rushed towards the door, I couldn't resist a final act of defiance. Stepping on Blaise's shoe with all my might, I gave him a withering look before exiting the ramshackle house.

I heard Blaise's surprised yelp “ She’s fucking crazy, man” followed by Matteo's low chuckle. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over me.

With a final shove, I pushed the rickety door shut behind me, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Blaise's bewildered face was the last thing I saw before I was plunged into the cool evening air. My cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and a thrilling, exhilarating heat.

The sound of Blaise's voice, laced with confusion, drifted out from the house. "Didn't you say you hated her or something?"

A tense silence followed. Then, I heard it – Mattheo's voice, low and gravelly. I held my breath, straining to hear his answer.

"Yes," he said, a single word that echoed in the stillness of the forest. "I still do."

A wave of disappointment washed over me, so strong it took my breath away. It all meant nothing. He still hated me.

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to move. My legs felt heavy, but I stumbled away from the house, deeper into the darkening forest. Maybe my friends were right. Maybe this whole obsessive crush had been a complete delusion.

The following days were a masterclass in avoidance.My mission was clear – steer far, far away from Mattheo Riddle.

If I saw him sauntering down the hallway, I'd take a sharp turn into the nearest classroom, even if it meant enduring Professor Sprout's droning lecture on Mimbulus Mimbletonia for the fifth time.

Corridors became obstacle courses, as I scanned for his familiar dark hair, taking circuitous routes if I even suspected he might be lurking around a corner.

Tucked away in a secluded corner, surrounded by fragrant lavender and plump pumpkins, I finally pulled out the letter from home.

The familiar parchment felt heavy in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I unfolded the letter and started to read. It was a glowing report on my brother, praising his achievements at the Ministry and lauding his "brilliant mind." A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Of course. My brother, the golden child, the one who could do no wrong.

As I continued reading, the praise seemed to morph into a subtle criticism of me. There was no mention of my academic achievements, no congratulations on my recent Charms O.W.L.s. Just a vague allusion to my "potential" and a gentle reminder to "follow in my brother's footsteps."

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the words on the page. Anger bubbled up inside me, hot and fierce. Why were they always so focused on him? Didn't they see me? Didn't they see how hard I tried?

Pushing the frustrations down, I wiped my tears with a vicious swipe.

Just as I was about to crumple up the letter, a familiar voice startled me. "Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?"

Mattheo stood before me, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. I whipped my head up, startled. The mocking smile I'd planned faltered slightly.

"Well, hello there, Riddle," I managed, a slight tremor in my voice.

He ignored my shaky greeting, his gaze fixed on my tear-streaked face. He knelt down beside me, his hand reaching out to gently touch mine. Before I could pull away, he brushed a stray tear from my cheek.

"Answer me," he pressed, his voice gentle. "Did someone hurt you?"

I managed a watery laugh."Do you think anyone could actually hurt me?"

"I think they'd regret the day they were born if they tried," he said fiercely, his thumb brushing away another tear.

A choked laugh bubbled up in my throat. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he finally asked, his voice low and serious.

"Didn't that seem to be what you wanted all this time?" I retorted, my defenses slowly crumbling under his genuine concern.

He shook his head, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "But it never stopped you before, did it?"

"You hate me," I stated, forcing the words out, hoping to maintain some semblance of control.

He met my gaze, a surprising warmth melting away the usual façade. "Of course I do," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Then why are you here, caring so much for someone who claims to hate them?" I challenged, my voice trembling slightly.

He leaned in closer, his voice a mere whisper. "Well, I don't hate you. In fact, I kind of missed you these past few days. You really know how to mess with a man's head, L/N."

My breath caught in my throat. Mattheo held my gaze, his hand still gently cupping mine.

"So?" he drawled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Am I forgiven, or should I do that dramatic monologue you conjured up that night?"

The urge to laugh was overwhelming. His teasing, that infuriatingly familiar smirk – it felt strangely comforting after the emotional rollercoaster of the past few moments. Instead of a witty retort, I leaned in and surprised even myself by kissing him.

He responded instantly, his kiss deepening with a fervor that stole my breath away.

"That would be nice," I mumbled against his lips when we finally broke apart, "but right now, this will do." I reached up and cupped his face, my fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. "This," I whispered, "is more than enough."

He pulled me closer, his hand reaching up to explore the curve of my back. The kiss was different this time, slow and languid

His hand found its way under my skirt, sending a jolt of heat through me. He pulled me closer, setting me on his lap.

"What the…" a voice cut through the charged atmosphere. We both pulled away, startled, to find Blaise Zabini standing there, his jaw hanging open in a comical display of shock.

Heat flooded my cheeks "I'm going to kill him," I whispered to mattheo.

"I'd help you hide the body,"

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AS PROMISED I HAVE COME BACK WITH A REQUEST IN MIND. AND YES IT IS HUSK RELATED (≧∇≦)/

so you know how cats come to you immediately when you say 'pspspspsppspspsps'? yeah, that. but with husk (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

look at the cute little miao miao with his popcorn ≧﹏≦

Big definitely doing this. Ommgg! That pic is so precious! Husk canonically hates his cat traits but not today, beloved! Anyway. Let’s get going and play around with Husk some more! Sorry, this is a bit short!

Husk- Pootie-Kitty

It’s so unbelievably cute… the soft purring, the fur ruffling

You respect the fact your boyfriend despises his current sinner’s cat traits and the cat anatomy he has but you can’t help yourself. You know you should and you know you shouldn’t do what he dislikes…

but then again, Husk is also not as mad about being cat-like at your hand as compared to any other person he knows trying to make him behave as the feline he is

“Husky! Husky! Pspspspspspspsp~!” After a few silent painful minutes of absolutely nothing whilst walking through the empty but colourful and magnificent hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, both yours and your boyfriend’s workplace, you decide to use the classic cat call to see if Husk will come out

Himself and his ‘owner’, Alastor had a big fight over being contracted to him and it caused Husk to hide away in pure utter rage and agitation and a pinch of fear over how bad the confrontation ended. Husk hasn’t come out from wherever he is for hours now. It’s already nighttime and you want to bring him to bed. You decided to let him have some time alone but it’s been way too long and it’s becoming concerning

He hasn’t given even a single bit of response to you, despite after you begun tinkling beer bottles, cooing out his name, offering him his favourite, snuggles. Everything that usually has Husk approaching you. He isn’t for it, just making your concern grow even stronger for him

He isn’t listening… so, you’re going to have pull out the big guns!

“Hussskyy~! Pspspspspspspsssppspsps! Come here, baby”

You aren’t sure where he came from or where he was but after a few more seconds, you paused in place in the middle of quite the long hallway in the redemption building and speaking out to literally the air. Husk came padding out from around the corner in a somewhat fast pace, his cute originally sharp thin black pupils of his nice glowing golden yellow eyes is now wide and rounded, his tall tip-fluffed ears drawn back like his big perked-up wings as if curious about what you’re going to do next

Just like a normal cat, Husk’s quickly padding over to you right after hearing the ‘psspspsps’ noises, as if a lightbulb was switched on. His hearing is quite strong, even at his human-technically elderly age, and whilst he could hear your voice from his little hiding spot clear as day

He didn’t want you to see him in his most weakest, vulnerable moment, out of shame, but right after he registered those sly little calls of yours, his cat instincts kicked in and he was walking out into the hallway against his wish. As soon as he stops before you, his conscious is back into control and his pupils shrink to ordinary narrowed thinner state

Even if Husk is annoyed when realising he just went full cat mode, he’s purring. You can hear the purring underneath his breath, he always purrs when you’re around and he purrs happily at seeing you again. His cute striped feather-tufted thin tail flicking a bit faster, almost on the verge of wagging

All of it is physical signs of how much he adores you and how deep in love he is with you. That, even whilst he despises having been courted into acting like a cat, though your intentions aren’t to embarrass him, he is most okay with you doing it

What is that you need to discuss? Is something going on? Is there snuggles involved?

“There you are, love. Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you since 1pm. I’m worried”

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[marypaol]

Fingers Through Your Hair

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader plays with Draco’s hair while he sleeps.

Warnings: Watching/touching/admiring someone while they sleep? Mention of suspense while reading a book, tenseness during slumber, mention of being trapped, think that’s it. :)

Sorry if it’s too short, I kinda rushed it. Hope you guys enjoy!

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The stack of pages was held in her hands, twinkling eyes scanning the pages as her mind took in the exciting story. Pale fingers was tracing mindless shapes on the skin of her arm, the pace changing every minute or so.

The climax was just on the verge of happening, eyeballs practically skipping over sentences as she died to know what happened next. The face to face encounter of the protagonist and the antagonist was too great, her brain wiring at the information being sprayed at her. Her stomach twisted, eyes danced, and she could feel sweat building on her head. Her eyes widened, the story revealing a secret that she couldn’t bear to face or figure out. Or, that’s what some people would think. She of course hadn’t had any trouble figuring the secrets of the book, digging through the clues that were dropped casually throughout the story and putting them together to make a puzzle picture that was just discovered to most readers. (But not to her of course. She already figured it all out.)

For the reason of her eyes widening was the fact that she got it correct, her assumptions and theories she gathered turned out to be right the whole time.

She found herself lost in the pages that the book had to offer, truly getting sucked in the imaginary world the author created for entertainment.

But wouldn’t it be lovely and truly divine, she thought, setting the book down once she finished it. If the world that was so imaginative and fictional was real?

She sighed at the thought, picturing herself trapped in a tower in a dark abandoned land, looking hopelessly out the window for her lover to arrive and successfully rescue her.

For she knew who would come and serve her right. He would be the only person who would, not that others wouldn’t try only to face him.

But platinum hair was best suited for her, for she wouldn’t have any other interests but he.

Thinking of him now, she just then discovered that his fingers halted their movements not too long before, and her mind couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose was.

She looked over at her love, only to find him in soft gentle slumber, eyelashes tangled together as his pillow lips parted for a quiet breath.

She smiled soft, hand reaching over to cover him more with the blanket he had himself wrapped in, only for it to previously roll down his shoulders.

She then laid down softly next to him, her elbow holding her up as she used the same arm to place it near his head, almost like she was protecting him.

The face of her love was closer to her, so she now noticed the soft crease in his eyebrows, along sided with the visible tenseness on his shoulders. She shook her head softly, for that simply couldn’t do, and so she pointed out her pinky finger and reached for his forehead. Her finger practically brushed his skin, in between his eyebrows, stroking the crease away as she watch a sense of peace come over him, his eyebrows raising in a calming manner.

She smiled then, knowing he was peaceful now because of her doing.

She then lent forward, lips puckering as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, fingers uncontrollably going to his hair strands. His hair was very soft, and how he kept it that she didn’t know, but that was his secret to keep because she simply liked wondering how he did it. Once her fingers reached a soft knot in his strands, most likely from his hands digging into his hair anxiously throughout the day, she was worried if she undid it with her fingers it would wake him up, so she carefully grabbed her wand, wood smooth beneath her finger tips.

She pointed the tip to his hair, whispering soft Charms as she watched the strands undo themselves. She smiled soft, putting her wand away as it was now long forgotten, her mind swarming with thoughts of her lover.

She sighed contently, fingers brushing through his hair slowly.

A intake of breath was heard, forcing her attention to his soft face. It scrunched up for a second, eyes fluttering as his silver eyes opened. He blinked a couple times, moonlight reflecting in his pupils making his orbs sparkle. He felt the touch in his hair, the extra blanket covering him, and his eyes met hers.

His lips curved into a soft smile, left hand reaching for her as it soon rested on her thigh, stroking the skin through the fabric.

“Hey, loves.” His voice was groggy and deep, but she liked it. She replied with a smile, fingers moving in his hair once again.

A sigh escaped his lips, head turning to rest near her chest, chasing for warmth. She kissed his forehead once again, mouth leaning towards his ear. The skin was warm on her lips as she whispered the truth. “I love you.”

She felt his lips stretch into a soft smile against her clothes, so she smiled too. His smile always made her smile, despite if she could see it or not.

“Oh but I love you most.” He mumbled into her shirt, voice muffled but she heard him all too well.

A flush came about her cheeks, traveling to her ears.

“Doubt it.” She replied, despite her red face.

Draco answered with a hum. Either he didn’t hear her, or did and chose to ignore it.

“You smell good loves; new shampoo perhaps?”

“Draco, I’ve been using this shampoo since First Year.”

Draco hummed again, snuggling his face into her neck. She heard him sniff as he smelled her hair again. “Mm? First Year? I should smell your hair more often loves.”

The girl rolled her eyes, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. She kissed it, keeping her mouth pressed there as her nose touched his warm skin.

“Ahh. This feels nice.” Draco murmured. She then felt him smirk into her neck. “What do you say we do this more often?”

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[allyoursscaramouche]

lazy drowsy making out with scara,,, mmm,,,

thinking abt sleepy make-out sessions with scara, so i wrote it into a little piece hehe.

contains: gn! reader, kissing with tongue (oh no!) dom! scara themes, pet as a name for reader hehe

suggestive/light nsfw under the cut.

You're laying underneath him, mind riddled with sleep. It's past ten and you've both gotten ready to retire for the night. But you know just how he works, one little pull into you and a little shift into position and he's willing to lazily make out with you until you're satisfied.

Scara hums, planting a soft kiss onto your lips before diving in to give you a deeper one. Your back presses into the mattress as a part of his weight pins you down. His hands are already frisky and idle, dipping underneath your shirt to brush against your stomach.

"Give me your tongue, baby." He mutters against your lips, and you're too sleepy to disobey like usual. You can feel the satisfaction radiate from him as you do, such his obedient little pet. This is one of his favorite ways to have you.

His hand cups your chin, tilting your head up so he can keep kissing you. His lips are warm, soft, and he keeps coming back for more. You've been consumed by want, and it's obvious that he wants you as well. His touch is quick, but light, and he knows exactly where to press and rub just to elicit the sweetest moans from your lips. You know his ego inflates with every twitch and mewl you make.

#o.o) genshin impact #o.o) smut imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #wanderer x reader #nsft #x reader #fluff imagines #genshin fluff

[brynnwrites]

blood stains - spencer reid

spencer reid x afab!reader (or any reader who menstruates)

Nope.

This was not happening.

You were dreaming, the red stain on the crisp white sheets of your boyfriend's bed was a figment of your mind's horrific imagination.

You reached down and dabbed at the stain, red residue rubbing off onto the tips of your fingers. It was real alright.

You scrunched your face up, screaming internally while you tried to figure out what to do. First things first, you would have to run to the living room to get a pad out of your purse. Without waking Spencer up.

You had only been dating for about three months. Of course, Spencer knew you had a period, but this was territory you hoped to not have to cross until the six month mark at the earliest. Things were still new and the honeymoon phase was in full swing. It wasn't exactly "I'm ready for you to see all my bodily functions" time in the relationship yet.

You knew in the back of your mind that he would have to see it. It wasn't like you could rip the sheets off without him knowing, seeing as he was dead asleep right next to you. Whether you wanted to or not, you were going to have to face this conversation.

You slipped out of the covers, the bed mercifully not squeaking as you stood. You made it to your purse without a sound, mentally high-fiving yourself. You were in the clear, for now.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Spencer's panicked voice jerked your spine straight. "Y/N, oh my god. No, no, no-"

He slid into the room, literally slid with his socks on the hardwood, his face looking downright petrified until he saw you standing in the moonlit living room.

"Hey, Spence," you squeaked. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

He was breathing hard as he brought a large hand up to rub at his chest. "I-uh, I rolled over and you weren't there. I opened my eyes and saw blood and I—what happened? Are you hurt?"

Your eyes widened as he rushed towards you, hands on your hips as he checked you over for injuries. It hadn't occurred to you that the bed looked like a murder scene—much like the ones that you and your boyfriend encountered on a weekly basis.

"Shit, Spencer, I'm so sorry," you groaned. "I'm fine, I just got my...period."

You winced, and his face turned from one of complete alarm to one of sympathy.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you wake me?" He rubbed a hand over the small of your back soothingly, bringing the other one to smooth your hair.

"I was embarrassed," you whined. "This thing between us is new and fun and I didn't want to gross you out right out of the gate like this."

Spencer laughed and you frowned.

"No, I'm not laughing at you," he reassured you, his hands running up and down your arms. "I just think it's silly that you thought I would be grossed out by something normal and healthy when we see mutilated bodies on a near daily basis."

When you thought about it like that, you couldn't help but laugh too.

"Listen," he was suddenly serious, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger. "I know things are technically new between us. But remember what I told you that night I finally confessed that I'm hopelessly in love with you?"

You grinned, biting your lip. You remembered a lot of things about that night. The way you and Spencer had spent two years pining after one another until it finally came to a head in a cozy inn in Alaska on the last night of a case. How you danced in the snow and made bold confessions before warming up in the sweetest way in your room, trying not to wake Emily up next door.

"Which part are you specifically referring to?" You asked with a smirk.

He flushed pink, dropping his head for a second before bringing his eyes back to yours. "When I said I'm all in? That you're it for me? I meant it. No menstrual cycle or anything else could ever scare me away."

"Is it possible for me to love you even more?" You smiled, lovesick eyes gazing up at him before reality set in once more. "But your bed, it's covered in blood and so are my shorts and-"

"Come with me," he smiled, taking your hand and leading you back towards the bedroom.

Confused, you followed, until he stopped in front of his chest of drawers. He opened the top one on the right side and your jaw dropped. "What is this?"

"It's your drawer," he said proudly, gesturing to the contents. "I was going to show you today, actually, but we got back so late that it slipped my mind. I went and got you a toothbrush, toothpaste, pads, tampons, underwear, and some extra pajama pants and shorts. I would've gotten you shirts too but you usually steal mine anyways—"

You couldn't help but cut him off with a kiss. "Spencer. You're perfect."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I'm not. I just wanted to make you feel at home here."

Your heart tugged in your chest. Was he real?

He picked up a pair of plain black panties and some new blue sleep shorts with little white clouds on them. He placed a pad on top and then pushed the pile into your hands, ushering you to the bathroom.

"Hand me your stained shorts and underwear when you're done. I'm going to throw the sheets in the washer," he said, moving back to the bed.

You couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Once you were situated with fresh clothes and a pad secured in place, you returned to the bedroom. He already had fresh sheets on the mattress and a small heating pad plugged in on your side with a glass of water and some painkillers.

You fought the tears welling up in your eyes. You had never felt so absolutely loved and cared for in your life.

"I'll take those," he appeared next to you, gently taking the blood soaked clothes from your hands.

You felt a little awkward giving him your period blood-stained clothes like that, but he didn't even flinch. You thanked him, taking a few sips of water with the pills. You found him at the utility sink in the laundry room, rinsing your clothes in cold water to get the blood stains out before washing them.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your head against the lean muscles of his back. "You're an angel, Spence."

He hummed contentedly. "Just doing my job, honey. Go lay down with the heating pad, I'll be there in a minute."

He turned to give you a sweet forehead kiss before wringing out your clothes in the sink. You reluctantly padded back to the bedroom as the cramps set in. You curled up in a ball on your side, the heating pad situated snugly against your pelvis.

Warm arms wrapped around you before you felt Spencer's entire body heat surround you, tugging the covers up over you snugly.

"Where did you learn to do all this?" You asked softly.

"I'm a doctor, remember?" He teased, tickling your side lightly.

You giggled and squirmed. "You're not a medical doctor, genius. Seriously, where did you learn all about periods?"

He exhaled slowly. "My mom's memory issues started pretty early when I was graduating high school. Whenever I would come home from college, there would be little things she'd forget. Sometimes she would forget when she had gotten her period, and I would help her clean up her bed and get her set up on the couch. Besides, it was just me and her growing up. I was a naturally curious child so she had to teach me about feminine menstruation pretty early when I found her pads in the trash can."

You snuggled deeper into his embrace. "You're such a good man, Spence. You're an amazing son, an amazing FBI agent, and an even more amazing boyfriend. I honestly don't know how I deserve you."

He kissed your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. He always said he loved the coconut scent on you. "I'm the lucky one. I kind always figured I would die alone."

You snorted. "You might wish you could die alone after a few years of me. I can be a mess sometimes."

He shook his head against you. "Everyone's a mess. But you're my mess."

You smiled, reaching back to scratch at his scalp like he loved so much. He hummed, leaning into your hand.

"Want me to massage your stomach?" He murmured against your ear.

"Please," you sighed.

He wasted no time in moving his large, warm hands to your lower stomach, right above where your uterus was currently throwing a tantrum. He massaged light circles and tested different patterns, asking you every few minutes if the pressure and motion was okay.

Soothing relief gradually took over and you felt yourself on the brink of blissful sleep. "I love you, Spencer," you whispered in the dark.

"I love you too, Y/N. Get some rest." Spencer kissed the side of your head, never stopping his soothing movements against your stomach until you were fast asleep.

You woke the next morning to the loss of Spencer's body warmth and frowned until you smelled pancakes. He was soon in the doorway, carrying two plates of chocolate chip pancakes, cups of orange juice gripped precariously in the crooks of his elbows.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?" He asked, placing the plate of hot pancakes down on your lap. He set the orange juice glass down on the nightstand before circling to the other side to climb in next to you.

"Much better. What's all this?" You asked, a grin spreading over your lips.

"I read that chocolate, in small doses, can actually help ease period cramps," he said with a bashful smile, gesturing to the pancakes. "Many medical professionals believe that's why most women, even ones who don't particularly like chocolate, crave it on their period."

You took a big bite, moaning at the warm sweetness. "It's delicious. Thank you. And it's really sweet that you did all that research."

"There's no need to thank me, honey," he said, smoothing your hair. "I like to think I'm good at taking care of people."

"You are," you agree. "I hope I can take care of you the same way."

"Well," Spencer chuckled, "I don't get periods, but you take care of me all the time, even when you don't think about it. Like when you bring me food when you know I haven't eaten on cases. Or when you give me scalp massages when you can tell I've had a stressful week. Or when you take my dry cleaning with yours because you know I'll forget. You do so much for me and I don't tell you thank you often enough."

You shrugged. "That's no big deal."

"It is," he insisted. "You do it not because you have to but because you want to. That's what makes it meaningful."

"You're the first man I've ever really felt that kind of thing for. The want to care for them. You mean the world to me and I want to help make you happy," you smiled.

He took your hand, kissing your palm with chocolate pancake lips before clutching it to his chest. "You do make me happy. Always."

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[teabunniics]

♡ ── SKATEBOARD MOVES !

If one would be honest, it was quite an eye catch when he does his moves with the skateboard... As he is a knight, he doesn't really have much free time in his life time... So, when he have enough time to spent together with you ─ He will mostly going outside with his skateboard and take you into his small and yet, short adventures... It's nice to see him what he is doing with his skateboard and spending time with him, am I right?

#♡ ── SMALL STICKY NOTES... #fragaria memories x reader #fragaria memories #chaco #drabble #imagines #fluff #fluff imagines

[igotkpoops]

Aquarium Date or Babysit?

summary: at the last minute, sangyeon's older sister asked him if he could babysit her children while she attended an emergency meeting, unaware that sangyeon had other arrangements; going on a aquarium date with you. nonetheless, he brings them with him, keeping his love ones close to his heart.

the boyz lee sangyeon x fem! reader

genre: fluff warnings: none

“i guess it’s you and us.” sangyeon smiled at your driveway as you walked towards them; opening the car door, you were greeted by sangyeon’s nephews kissing your cheeks.

“aunt y/n, sangyeon hyung said, will go to the aquarium!” the youngest said as he climbed on to y/n to sit on her lap, as the oldest too sat on her lap. as the three giggled.

before sangyeon started the car, he witnessed the three giggles and took a picture of them. delighted by the view, he didn’t realize the time and started the car. y/n put on music as they sang while going to the designated place.

“do you know noona, hyung always talks about how he loves you.” the eldest teased his uncle, as y/n laughed. “oh really?” y/n replied, as they began teasing sangyeon.

“enough with the teasing; we are here already.” sangyeon said as he parked the car; he grabbed the boy's bag’s in the back seat as he helped y/n open her car door. “boys, grab our hands, okay. so you wouldn’t get lost.” y/n told them as they nodded their heads “yes, noona~” they gleefully said.

in the point of view of others, they could be called a loving family. “wahhh, a shark and turtle!” the youngest said as he pointed with his lips and lightly shook y/n’s and his older brother's arms. “okay, okay let’s gooo.” sangyeon told as they went near the glass. as the boys were busy admiring and watching the sea creatures. y/n took a picture of the three and sent it to sangyeon’s older sister.

y/nie♡: sent a photo

unnie♡: ahaha they are so cute!! i miss them already TT

unnie♡: tell them i’ll be home before dinner!

y/nie♡: don’t worry unnie will be having dinner with them!

unnie♡: really? thank youuuu!!

y/n smiled as she reacted to the older last message before closing her phone. someone interlocked their hands with her, she was startled at first but knowing who’s hand could fit into her perfectly she smiled looking at them. “want to go sit somewhere near? they’re too busy watching the sharks.” as she nods her head. sitting near the little boys, a grandmother walked toward them so they couldn’t go far.

“hello dear, i noticed you when entering, and i just wanted to say you remind me about my younger days. i hope you two last long.” the grandmother said as both of them giggled, “thank you halmeoni~” y/n thank her, as they waved at her.

“so when are you going to put a ring on it huh?” y/n teased him as he blushed furiously; there’s no doubt y/n is the straightforward one in their relationship even though their mbti’s are different.

“in the meantime, wear my ring soon; it’ll be a wedding ring.” he said as he put a ring on her finger, “ayyy~ the lee sangyeon flirting.” y/n giving him the wiggly eyebrows, a way for her to hide her flustered state.

sangyeon was about to kiss her on her lip until his nephews walked up to them. “we're hungry.” they pouted, rubbing their tummies.

“it’s almost 6; what do you want to eat for dinner?” sangyeon questioned them as the three of them said in sync, “meat!!” as they laughed, the boys held y/n hands as the three of them were in front of sangyeon.

he smiled at them, patting the small velvet box at the back of his pockets, saying to himself, “next time, i’ll propose soon.” as he started running when he saw the three running towards the car, as laughter erupted around them.

not edited lolol, this idea just came into my mind and i wanted to write hehe. hope you like this imagine! huhu sorry for not updating college and personal problems bee an ass lately.

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[reikissu]

gorou as your lover !

a/n: hello everyone! i am back after my long ass hiatus, this has been on my mind lately and im having gorou brainrot rn but i hope yall like this <3 theres also some tagalog in here hehe, i was blushing and giggling while writing this..

pairing: gorou x gn!reader

characters: gorou & kokomi

genre: fluff

warnings: none

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This man loves you with all of his heart, would never do anything to harm you. As the general he is, he is kind of protective (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ the type of affection he gives you is quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

His petname for you is ‘my love’  (ง ื▿ ื)ว

He puts a strong and brave image around his troops and Kokomi, but when hes alone with you he goes all soft for you. Whenever hes finished with his work he’d come running to you with a smile and hugs you tightly

(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) “Y/N! i missed you so much, have you been well? Ah, and i brought some Sakura Mochi for you!” MY GOD KINIKILIG AKO

Loves it when you pat his head and give him attention, often lays on your lap only if no one is around but you and him only╰(*´︶`*)╯, melts into your warmth everytime and falls asleep with a soft smile and a slight tint of red on his cheeks. Followed by his tail wagging HAHA

Trains with you for the both of you to get stronger at the same time, “Our training was splendid today Gorou! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ” “I agree, your skills are getting better and better my love!” you both compliment each other hwvdjhqweh

He once tried making a Sango Pearl bracelet for you and kept failing and failing, at one point he had to ask for advice from Her Excellency, Kokomi. "How to make a bracelet? Oh my, are you planning to give one to Y/N?" "Uhm.. well... yes i am, but it seems that i keep failing everytime.. You seem like the type of person to know how to so, may you please help me Your Excellency?" "Of course, my pleasure!" after Kokomi taught him, he got the hang of it and made one perfectly!

You both take peaceful walks around Watatsumi Island, adoring the scenery in awe. “The view here in Watatsumi Island is beautiful, dont you think so too Gorou?” you say as you watch the waves splash, adoring it. “Yes, very beautiful..” he said but he wasnt looking at the sky, he was looking at you. AAAAAAA

He often collects some sea-dyed blossoms and places it on your hair, smiling at you softly (//▽//), “You look so beautiful, my love.” he says as he puts a hair strand behind your ear looking at you with love in his eyes. Your face was red as a crimson witch flower

Loves being in your arms when you both sleep beside each other, he literally just opens your arms and wraps them around him then boom hes sleeping so soundly due to the fatigue of keeping guard at the camp for days. He finally feels at peace now around you, gives you a loving goodnight kiss before drifting off.

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© reikissu do not repost/steal any of my works and repost it on other platform/s. I do not own the characters i write for at all, Reblogs are appreciated though ♡

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson

Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson x Harrington! reader

Warnings: none, except fluffiness and some slight cursing

(A/N): so this is my first time trying to write an imagine for Eddie, let me know what you guys think!

Part 2 is here!

Being Steve Harrington’s little sister had some cons and some pro’s to it. The cons were that you were never called your name, just Steve’s little sister. You could never tell if people actually wanted to be your friend, or if they wanted to get in with Steve. People also thought you were just like him. The pros were that you were the complete opposite of him; quiet and studious. Being quiet actually helped you to avoid people, so that was a plus in itself. Also, having Steve be a year older always meant he was a grade higher and he was able to stand up for you; that is, until he graduated.

Usually, if someone was messing with you it would get back to King Steve and it would be taken care of before lunch time. However, now you were on your own at Hawkins High and it was hard living in your brothers shadow. You weren’t captain of any sports teams, you just played for the softball team. You also weren’t into massively sleeping around with people; which didn’t take well with the guys in your grade. They figured you had to be like your brother. You had to be aching to get around. They couldn’t have been more wrong. But, you didn’t like confrontation.

That’s how you found yourself unable to get to your locker, the tardy bell ringing as you stared down a wall of 3 male students your age. You sighed, just wanting to get to class. However, they had other plans.

“Well, well, well. Looks like Harrington Jr is finally on her own without big brother to fight her fights for her.” The largest said, smirking and looking you once over.

“Leave me alone.” The words were quiet off your lips, your gaze casting downward as your converse kicked at the tiled floor; just praying this would be over quick.

“What was that? Don’t leave me alone?” Another one of the boys sneered, leaning in towards you again. He smelled like cheap cologne and desperation, the stench burning your nose as you scrunched it up in disgust.

“The lady said she wants you to leave her alone.” A male’s voice came from behind you, Eddie Munson standing there. You gulped, your eyes still down on the floor. You opened your mouth to speak when a teacher appeared in the hallway; scolding the 5 of you for not being in class yet.

“What are you gonna do freak? Cast a spell on us?” The boys exchanged high-fives as they laughed, casting a look in Eddie’s direction expectantly.

“Well, now that you mention it…” The curly haired boy trailed off, grabbing a book out of his backpack and flipping through the pages. “Ah, here it is the shrivel dick spell.”

The boys exchanged nervous glances and took their chance to run off, wanting nothing to do with this situation anymore.

“I-uh, thank you.” You mumbled shyly, your gaze meeting Eddie’s as he smiled and over dramatically bowed in front of you.

“Anything for a beautiful maiden like yourself. May I escort you to your next class?” He put his arm out to motion in front of you, giving you an easy smile.

You felt a blush creeping up on your cheek, nodding. “Of course you may.” You returned his bow with a curtsy of matched dramatic flair, laughter easily filling the air around you. The crush started there; continuing to blossom the more that you got to know Eddie as he insisted on walking you to class every day; eventually asking you to hangout at his trailer after school and then to be his girlfriend.

The two of you dated in secret for a few months; not wanting Steve to freak out once he figured out you were dating Eddie Munson. He had made it very clear that he was not the biggest fan; especially since Eddie was hanging around Dustin and the rest of the kids more. “He’s a bad influence. I don’t get what they see in him.” You used to let your brother rant, just shrugging and trying to cushion his bruised ego. However, now you saw what they saw in Eddie and it was enough to make you fall in love with him.

You loved Eddie and you didn’t care what your brother thought anymore. That’s why you had him drop you off at your house one night in the van, clearly seeing Steve look out the front windows in the living room. You leaned across to give your boyfriend a kiss; telling him you loved him before getting out to go inside and face your brother.

“Munson, seriously? Of all people?” Steve’s voice was instantly beside you as you opened the door. He was going into over-protective brother mode; just as you knew he would. He always did this. Every single time you were seeing a guy, every time.

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad. He’s super sweet and he treats me really well.” You leaned back against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest. “Besides, you’re one to sit here and criticize my dating life. What’s your body count? 12, 18, maybe 20?”

“Well, ouch first of all. Second of all, I’m just looking out for you. He’s a known drug dealer, (Y/N).” Steve ran a hand down his face, his eyes looking over your expression as you saw the worry clear as day. “You’re my little sister, damn it. Since mom and dad don’t give a shit about us, I have to make sure you’re okay.” Stress was evident in his voice, knowing how stressful the last few years had been. You weren’t a bad kid by any means, but he still had to keep you alive. That was a lot to ask of a high school boy; but you were good practice for the kids he now babysat almost every other day.

“Look, Steve. I know you worry about me. But I’ll be okay, I promise. Eddie isn’t going to hurt me. I swear on Goldie’s life.” You reached out to touch his arm, both of you chuckling as you swore on the life of the dead goldfish you both had for a whopping week as kids. “I’m still pissed at you for flushing her, by the way.”

“That was 10 years ago! I’m sorry I thought she wanted to go on a field trip to the ocean!” He instantly got defensive, his arms going up to defend himself. “But, I guess if you trust him and makes you happy, I’ll try to tolerate him. If he hurts you, though, his life is over.” His voice turned serious, giving you a curt nod before sighing and walking off mumbling under his breath about how much you stress him out.

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That was a few months ago, now you were sat in Eddie’s lap as you and the team tried to come up with a plan to destroy Vecna. At this point, your boyfriend was considered a murderer and he was considered missing. It was a lot for you to process; even with your prior knowledge of the upside down. So, it was no shock to everyone when you were sitting there in your own little world.

Eddie’s lips on the side of your neck slowly brought you back to the presence, turning your head up to look at him. “I’ll be okay, you know I will. I have a gorgeous princess I have to walk to class on Monday.” He brushed his lips against yours, giving you a reassuring smile that he tried to use to calm you down. But, you could see the fear in his eyes. You could see the anxiety he was trying so hard to bite back for your sake.

“I just wish people could see how stupid their accusations are. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” You sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his face as your eyes met his. You got lost in them, the emotion of the moment encapsulating you as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

“Lovebirds! Focus!” Steve’s voice cut through your trance, a loud huff of a sigh coming from his lips. “I really don’t need you eye fucking my sister in front of me, Munson. I’m begging you.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back in on the plan laid out in front of you that included, well- everyone but you. “Why am I not included?” You knew for a fact that you already knew the answer, but this was your boyfriend whose name you were trying to get cleared. Clearly you should be involved.

“(Y/N), there’s no way in hell I’m letting you in on this. I can’t fucking lose the one family member I like. It’s not happening.” Steve’s voice was stern, his eyes staring at you as he shook his head. “It’s not happening.” He repeated again, starting to pace around the room.

“Steve…” Nancy started carefully, knowing why you wanted to help. “Come on, we all know she feels the same way about Eddie that you feel about me. She can go with Eddie and Dustin and try and distract the bats. I’m sure they’ll protect her.”

Eddie nodded, his fingers rubbing a small circle into your waist. “There would be no bigger honor than defending my princess.” His voice was in a mocking tone, trying to pretend to be a knight before he turned back to a serious note. “Harrington, you already know I’ll protect her. If she wants to go, we can’t stop her.”

That’s when Steve turned to you, his mouth set in a straight line before he shook his head. “Fine. If you want to go, you can. But if you do, you stay with Eddie and Dustin and you better be careful.”

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eye as you smirked victoriously at your brother. “I want in.”

(A/N): So I have an idea for a part 2 if anyone wants it! Just let me know in an ask! Thanks for reading!

Part 2 is here!

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[sadnymi]

「 ✦ How Would The Slytherin boys React After you tell them you’re pregnant:✦ 」

[Mattheo Riddle-Theodore Nott-Lorenzo Berkshire-Draco Malfy-Tom Riddle-Regulus Black]

•Mattheo Riddle

1.Silence: You blurt out the news, a nervous flutter in your chest. Mattheo stares at you, processing the information. Don't panic! This is his initial shock absorbing mode.

2. More Silence: You try again. Still, silence. Don't take it personally; his mind is racing a million miles a minute.

3. The Disappearance Act: By evening, Mattheo might be MIA. Don't fret! This is probably him needing some space to grapple with the news. (Don't chase him to Knockturn Alley, though.)

4. Awkward Return: When he finally returns, you launch into a "what-are-we-going-to-do" speech. But wait! He cuts you off...

5. "Hey, it's okay” : Mattheo might surprise you with a calm demeanor. This doesn't mean he isn't nervous, but he's trying to reassure you (and maybe himself).

6. "I want it too." : Prepare for a confession! Mattheo, the king of nonchalance, might admit he wants this, with you. This might be followed by an apology for his earlier silence."Sorry, I was just shocked earlier. Shouldn't have reacted that way."

7. Confusion Reigns: "You're not mad?" you finally manage to ask, a sliver of doubt lingering.He might confess he's clueless about the whole "No," he says, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "It's just... I never thought about this stuff. Family, kids, the whole shebang. But if I'm gonna do it, I want it to be with you."  _Cue the tiny butterflies in your stomach._

8. "But with you.":He might clarify that while the whole baby thing is new, having it with you? That's something he can do.

9. Protectiveness Unleashed: Expect a shift in Mattheo. He might become fiercely protective of you and the little one on the way. (Just don't tell him it's "nesting" if he starts building a barricade around your house.),Mattheo will hover over you, insisting you take prenatal vitamins and threatening to glare down any stranger who bumps into you. It's annoyingly sweet.

10.The (Slight) Freak Out (Because It's Mattheo): Don't get too comfortable yet. There will be moments of panic. Mattheo might blurt out something about not knowing the first thing about raising a kid, or how motorbikes suddenly seem like a terrible idea. Just remind him that you're in this together, crazy as it may be.

•Theodore Nott

1. Reality Check?: Theo might blurt out, "Are you sure?" It's not doubt about your love, but the sheer unexpectedness of it all. Breathe, and calmly confirm with that positive blood test result.

2. Freak-Out Time: Picture a cartoon character with smoke billowing from their ears. That might be Theo, internally freaking out. Don't worry, it's normal (though maybe not that dramatic).

3. Parental Apocalypse?: "Your dad will kill me!" Theo might shriek, envisioning a future father-in-law wielding a shotgun.

4. Waterworks Warning: Tears might well up in your eyes, a mix of emotions swirling. He will put everything beside and try to comfort you.

5. Protective Streak: Expect a dramatic shift. Theo, the notorious rule-breaker, might turn into a fierce protector, ready to shield you from any and all perceived threats.

6. Reassurance Renaissance: He'll rush to your side, muttering reassurances like "Hey, I'm here" and "I'll be here every step of the way." "I might be freaking out internally, but I'm not going anywhere."

7. "We" is the New Word: The "me" might temporarily disappear, replaced by a constant "we." He might start talking about "our baby" and "what we need to do.".

8. Fear is a Two-Way Street: Theo might confess he's scared too. Don't be surprised; fatherhood is a big leap for anyone. Reassure him you're in this together.

9. Facing the Future, Together: Theo might not be known for responsibility, but this news could be a turning point. He might surprise you with his determination to navigate this journey with you.

10.A (Slightly Chaotic) New Chapter: Yes, there will be challenges. But with Theo by your side, even the most chaotic moments of pregnancy and parenthood can turn into an unforgettable adventure (well, maybe not all the diaper changes).

•Lorenzo Berkshire

1. Record Scratch Moment: "Excuse me, what?" Lorenzo might look like a record player with a skipped track. Don't worry, the information overload will clear soon.

2. Baby Talk Confusion: He might blurt out, "Pregnant? Like...with a baby, like a real baby ?"

5. The F-Bomb Symphony: Brace yourself for a chorus of "Oh fuck!" Lorenzo might panic a bit, but hey, at least he acknowledges the reality.

6. Apology Avalanche: Prepare for a barrage of "I'm so sorry for putting a baby on you." It's not guilt-tripping, just Lorenzo's awkward way of expressing concern.

7. Decision Time: He might cut through the tension with a simple, "Okay, what do we do?" Don't be fooled by his bluntness; he's ready to face this together. He might surprise you with a genuine, "I want it. Do you?" Expect a hint of nervousness, but mostly a determination to be a part of this.

8. Family Gathering Fiasco: Prepare for a potential meltdown when it comes to telling your families. He might blurt out, "I'm pregnant!" before you can correct him. Just take a deep breath and handle the announcement yourself later.

9. Overprotective Overload: Expect Lorenzo to morph into your personal bubble wrap. Lifting a box? Forget it. Climbing stairs? Hold on, he's got you. You might need to remind him you're not made of glass .

10. Google Goes Dad Mode: One night, you might catch him researching "how to take care of a pregnant woman" , “ How to be a good dad “ on his phone. Aww, just don’t cry you will freak him out again.

•Draco Malfy

1. Denial is a River in Egypt:  His first response? "You're lying." Don't panic. This is classic Draco, clinging to disbelief. Prepare to show him the pregnancy test, the blood test… anything to pierce his denial bubble.

2."Look Away, Not At It!": He might stubbornly refuse to even glance at the evidence. Don't take it personally; it's his defense mechanism malfunctioning.

3. Accusatory Tirade: Brace yourself for a verbal explosion. He might accuse you of lying, of trapping him, of using his family name. Remember, fear often masquerades as anger in Draco's world.

4. Protection Spells on His Pants?: He might insist he used every protection under the sun. Don't get into a magical contraception debate. Just try to explain accidents happen.

5. The Ejector Seat Option: Draco might bluntly tell you to leave. It's a knee-jerk reaction, not a reflection of his true feelings (hopefully!).

6. Standing Your Ground: Here comes the hard part. You tell him you're keeping the baby, with or without him. This might be the first crack in his emotional armor.

7. A Continent Away From Chaos: Fearing his reaction and the uncertainty of it all, you flee to another country. Girl, we feel you! But remember, you're not alone in this.

8. A Connection You Can't Deny: Despite the fear, you feel a powerful bond with the tiny life growing inside you. This little one deserves a chance, and you vow to protect them.

9. The Redemption Knocks: Two months later, a frantic pounding on your door jolts you awake. You open it to find a desperate Draco, his face etched with worry.

10. A Malfoy Regret-Fest: He confesses he searched everywhere for you, regret gnawing at him. When he learns you fled, the dam breaks. He apologizes profusely, begging you to tell him you kept the baby.

A Second Chance, Malfoy Style:

Relief washes over you as you nod, tears welling up. He wipes them away, muttering, "It's still ours. I'm so sorry. I'll never hurt you or our baby again." A genuine plea hangs in his voice.

“ Do you still love me?“ A shaky nod escapes your lips. He pleads for forgiveness, for a chance to be part of this family he never knew he craved.

This might be the start of a rocky but redemptive journey for both of you. Draco, beneath his icy exterior, might surprise you with his capacity for love and growth. Just remember, keep a communication charm handy – navigating fatherhood with Draco will likely be an… interesting adventure.

•Tom Riddle

1. The Stoic Facade: Don't be surprised if Tom remains eerily calm. His usual mask of control might slip not an inch, leaving you wondering what's going on behind those eyes.

2. Tears: A flood of emotions might be coursing through you, but Tom? His reaction might be a chilling calmness. This doesn't mean he's unfeeling, just that he processes things differently.

3. Misinterpreting Your Distress: Seeing you cry, Tom might jump to a chilling conclusion. "Is having a baby with me that terrifying?" Here comes the part where you clarify.

4. Guilt by Association: A quick "No, no!" will hopefully ease his worry. But then you blurt out your fear – you're both too young.

5. Age is Irrelevant: Tom operates on a different timeline. Age is just a number, and power? That's the real currency. He might say, "It's not about age, it's about power."

6. Power Trip for Three?: Brace yourself for a Tom Riddle monologue about the immense power your child could possess. He might see it as an extension of his own ambitions, a prodigy groomed for greatness.Don't be afraid to voice your anxieties. When you say, "Tom, I don't want my baby to be part of your plans," he might actually listen.

6. A Promise, Riddle-Style: “I promise you, I will keep them safe. I will keep you safe." But remember, Tom's definition of "safe" might not align with yours. Stay frosty.

7. Your Fears Take Center Stage: Tears welling up again? This might be the moment it dawns on Tom that you're not thrilled about the power angle. He might try to reassure you, but...

8. Promises with a Price: Tom doesn't give anything without expecting something in return. Be prepared for him to outline his expectations for your role in his grand plan.

9. A Tug-of-War for the Future: This is where things get interesting. Do you submit to his vision, or do you fight for a different future for your child? The choice is yours.

10. A Dance with Darkness: Having a child with Tom Riddle is a gamble. He might be a captivating presence, but remember, his path is paved with darkness. Are you willing to walk it with him?

•Regulus Black

1. Denial Dance: Regulus might stammer, "No, no," backing away like a cornered cat. This isn't about you; it's pure terror. Don't take it personally.

2. Touch-Starved Panic: You reach for his hand, but he flinches. Give him space for now.

3. The Talk: Regulus might utter the dreaded words, "You need to get rid of it." This comes from a place of fear for the child, not for himself.

4. Mama Bear Mode Activated: Your eyes widen. "No, Reg!" you declare, ready to defend your little bean.And It might be the wake-up call he needs. Witnessing your distress could trigger his protective side.

5. Black Family Fears: Regulus might unload about the Black family legacy, a breeding ground for misery. He fears bringing a child into that darkness."This family… it's torture. A child here wouldn't stand a chance." This is Regulus' way of expressing his fear for your child growing up under the Black banner. He might confess his fear of becoming his parents.

6. Us Against the World: You counter with, "It's our baby, Reg. We'll protect him/her." This might be the turning point.

7. Surprise: Regulus, in a rare show of vulnerability, pulls you into a hug. Hold him tight. He needs reassurance as much as you do.

8. Fearful Love: He might apologize, admitting he's scared for you and the baby. Reassure him you're in this together.

9. Escape Plan Hatched: Regulus suggests raising the child away from the Black family's clutches. This might be the most un-Regulus thing ever, and a good sign.

10. Surprise Dad Mode: Fast forward a few months. Regulus, who "didn't want" the baby, is secretly buying tiny clothes and setting up a nursery. And suddenly, bedtime stories and tea parties are in his future.

“Daddy's Little Girl”The moment he finds out it's a girl, prepare for a meltdown (of the happy kind!).

The magic deepens when your daughter recognizes his voice from within the womb. Witnessing the connection between them, a shared language before she even arrives, will fill your heart.

Late nights spent with Regulus talking softly to his daughter, his voice thick with newfound love, will paint a picture of a future you never dared to dream of. Maybe, just maybe, this family you're creating is exactly what Regulus craved – a love that defies darkness and a happiness he deserves.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

May I request Husk with young daughter reader? Like reader is his daughter from his overlord days and reader stayed by his side by her father when he was taken under Alastor? She a little sweet, genuine darling who loves her papa.

Hehe! Awww! I love Husk and I am so excited to write for him independently! Let’s give our grumpy cat bartender lots of love~!

Husk- Precious Kitten

May I remind you all that it’s canon that Husk is great with children and is extremely patient? So, you know that Husk is the best dad in Hazbin Hotel and his daughter is very cared for

Husk regrets losing his Overlord power to Alastor but apart of his deal with Alastor is that he doesn’t touch you nor does he keep you away from Husk. So, even though this deal is complete bullshit, he has the one thing keeping him happy

You never leave his side and Husk will fight anybody to make sure you’ll be right there. He isn’t a fan of you being around his bar but he doesn’t trust anybody with you, he wants you to be at arm’s length all the time

Husk is naturally overprotective over his young daughter because of Alastor. He went from protective, because of Hell and the dangers of being a child in Hell but now, it’s bumped up to a extreme level since he is afraid Alastor may try something to torture him

Husk may hate the domestic cat instincts and habits his current form has but that doesn’t stop him from licking your fur when he feels like you need to be clean. He’ll pick you up with his mouth, put you down on his counter and lick your fur. It’s quite cute since it’s much like a mama cat and her kitten

You’re his human child as well, hence why he is so close to you. The daughter whose birth was responsible for the love who killed his ability to love’s death. Whilst he lost his love, he gained a new one and since you did some shady things in your childhood, always linked to your father’s hand. You dropped into Hell with him when you were both shot to death

Husk won’t ever let you be around anything adult. So, that means he is much more harsh and strict with Angel Dust, demanding he acts child friendly whilst at his bar and gets into arguments with the spider sinner over you. You’re his sunshine, his limelight, his little angel. Husk won’t let anybody taint you… anymore than you already are

Husk is a bit more desperate to get back his Overlord powers since he can barely protect you in this realm, even if he is always around so he is trying to confront Alastor to break the contract. He needs to keep his babygirl safe at all causes

Husk likes to hold you in one of his arms whilst doing his bartending work with the other. Feeling his soft kitten sleeping on his chest and laying in his arm is such a comforting feeling, makes the tension blow away… it’s the only real comfort he gets in this shit sandwich of a demon life

Husk is amazing at playing with you, trust me. He is grumpy and calloused but he is actually very childish and has a vivid imagination that enables yours. He will keep you entertained and constantly learns new magic tricks to blow your cute little mind

Yes, Husk cannot stop himself from purring anytime he holds you. It’s a reflection of his joy when around you and whilst he dislikes the cat features, he can excuse the purring to focus on you

Husk has been working much later at his bar. Cleaning up bottles with his beloved little kitten, the little girl who was right there the entire time. Right next to him when Alastor first summoned Husk to the Hotel and right there when Husk became an Overlord then lost his identity to Alastor but he didn’t lose everything. He managed to keep you, Husk managed to convince the Radio Demon to let him take care of his own daughter

Husk silently stacks up the sparkling alcohol glasses, being quiet as possible. The only hearable noises are his paws shuffling on the ground, two sets of gentle breathing and light clinks of gorgeous clean glasses. Husk is staying quiet so his babygirl, Leitora, can sleep peacefully

As usual, you’ve been with him since the beginning of his shift and you’re here with him to the end of it

You’re much younger than most Sinners here. The oldest is twenty… you’re eight. Having died so young and only at Hell because you mimicked your gambling and drinking addict father(you didn’t drink— fuck, you didn’t drink!). But Husk is so glad you’re here, he’d be suffering and entirely miserable if you were up in Heaven

He isn’t happy that you’re in the worst realm after you’re short life being taken away from you but he is also glad that you’re okay and that you’re thriving

Eventually finishing up his wiping down the front bar counter with a slightly damp colourful cloth after a few more minutes of silent and steady working and the dark emptiness of the Hotel Lobby looming over his head, Husk readjusts the way he holds you to his fluffy chest so you’re more comfortable. Ignoring how numb his forearm and hand feels, he just loves hugging you to him

It fills the void called his heart. He doesn’t have much luck with romance nor gambling but he has the best prize any man like him could ever want

You’re sweet, you’re genuine, you’re attached to Husk, you’re friendly. You resemble Charlie Morningstar well and you even have matching cat features to Husk’s. It ties the father-daughter dynamic you two share even more, making it stronger and making your bond stronger. Husk’s sharp golden yellow eyes switch inbetween hanging up the damp rag to air dry to your head laid on his shoulder, your small little face sleeping peacefully, your soft pretty eyes fluttered close

In a single blink, Husk is brought back into a livid memory. The moment resembles one he had when he was rocking a four year old you asleep on his chest, back when both of you were humans and he can’t help but feel his undead heart swell with pride and a overwhelming sense of joy at that memory

His life was quite shit but he had the single card of positivity in the deck of darkness, and that card is the little girl his longtime wife gave him

As soon as he finished with this shift, the menacing darkness of the big room begins to linger even more but it doesn’t intimidate Husk in any fashion. He opens the employee-only entrance gate from the back-around column built into the back of the bar so he can get out. Taking his daughter with him, his glowing yellow eyes making a resemblance of light for him to use to lead himself through the Hotel’s massive hallways

Husk eventually, after a single elevator ride and a bit of rocking you in his arms so you don’t get jolted awake every time he steps in a relaxed walking pace, softly pushes open the door of the hotel room he shares with you and whilst he is quite tired, he prioritises your comfort and ability to sleep over his. Walking up to the cute child bed right besides his own casual big one, the colourful bed Charlie had made for you

Husk places you into the bed, drawing back the cute vibrant blankets then tucking back in the blankets so you’re cuddled up and warm, the mere second he plops you onto the mattress and the pillow holding up your head. The soft purring coming out inbetween every breath sends waves of serotonin over the Hazbin Hotel bartender, enabling his own purring

Tucking his child in is a familiar act Husk is quite accustom to; putting you to bed, getting you food, making you smile and laugh at his magic tricks, making sure nobody will try feed you alcohol

Husk can’t help but admire his little kitten sleep for a bit more, maybe a few seconds at most. Yeah, you’ve been with him all day, every day but he can never get tired of your presence. You’re his precious gemstone and his love for you far surpasses everything. Running a hand through your soft shorter fur, he eventually pulls away to let you rest on your own, you’ve been asleep for maybe two to three hours now and he wants you to get the needed amount undisturbed

Husk undoes his uniform, messy and too tired to even bother being tidy and sophisticated with his belongings, due to how shit this day has been, and flops onto his bed to immediately pass out. But he doesn’t do any of that before whispering out one more thing, certain that you won’t hear him and kissing your little forehead

He isn’t aware that you heard him, slightly waking up at the feel of his lips on your skin

“Goodnight, Kitten…”

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[marypaol]

Small Deeds, Small Tea Cups

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I’m informed of :)

Summary: Reader wakes up one morning and Draco decided to make her tea, forming a small kind action he can do every morning.

Note: No use of Y/N, and just fluff because I love it. -Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I was hanging out with family!

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The sun’s rays beamed on her skin exposed, and the girl couldn’t help but hum softly in contentment, rolling on her side to feel more warmth. Orange laid beneath her eyelids as she did so, eyelashes fluttering as consciousness slowly came to her. Her arm subconsciously went to her side, searching for the person who routinely slept beside her, hand only coming in contact with wrinkled sheets. Her eyes fluttered open all the way this time, hands coming up to run the sleep out of them as she slowly sat up, stretching arms overhead as her lips open wide in a yawn.

Her body exposed itself to the chilly air as she took off the duvet, feet touching the cold carpet that lay beneath.

She automatically started searching for her love, legs tiredly moving around taking her to her assumed destination that she thought he would be.

She ended up being correct, his broad back to her and the back of his messed up pale hair strands going to and fro in the air. She slowly walked over, hands reaching out to him desperate for his soft skin. He was wearing a t-shirt, so her hands easily made their way underneath it, fingers caressing the skin on his waist.

His body recoiled at the sudden touch but the light kiss to his shoulder gave him the sign it was only her. (She had to stand on her toes to reach of course.)

“You usually sleep in.” He stated plainly instead of saying a proper greeting, eyes fixed outside of the window above the sink, watching as the world woke up for another day. She smiled against his back bone, running her fingers over his lower stomach.

“Well I woke up and you were gone.” She answered simply, going on her toes again to place her chin on top of his shoulder. Her response seemed to silence him for a moment, his eyes fixed on outside still as his teeth gently bit his lip in deep thought.

He eventually cleared his throat softly, tilting his head to lay it on top of hers. The action was small, but it filled a big place in her heart.

He did it only for a moment, and known him he didn’t like showing affection for too long, but the fact that he took time to do so let her know he at least showed some of his love and that right there was better than nothing.

His fingers went in front of him and he scooted over a small tea cup, steaming liquid inside as the bag inside swayed from the action. Her eyes lit up, lips pulling back into a small smile as she knew what it was.

She got out from behind him and placed her fingers in the ceramic cup, picking it up from the plate it was on and to her lips, sipping the warm tea as she tasted a hint of sugar sweet. Her smile got wider, knowing he made it just the way she liked it.

She couldn’t help but notice the anxious look in his eye as he watched her, deep down desperate to know if he made it wrong. She made her smile warmer than it already was, putting the cup down and wrapped her arms around his neck. He inhaled at the boldness of affection, not quite expecting it.

“It’s made perfectly, Draco. Thank you.” She assured quietly, stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything, eyes instead searching hers for any sign of a lie, but didn’t end up finding any. She was being one hundred percent sincere, proving it with just a simple look.

He nodded because he didn’t know how to respond, not used to being recognized for a kind action for once. He’s never done them, that’s for a fact, and when he met a lover he wanted nothing more than to not be a snob, although that’s what he was raised as and sometimes he couldn’t help but show that side of him, but therefore that’s what showed her she was trying.

And she loved him for that.

He was trying.

For her.

The baby step effort was there and she couldn’t be more grateful for the hard work he’s done; it’s hard changing yourself from what you’ve grown up to be and be generous, especially for Draco.

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So Draco from then on tried to provide a cup of tea every morning to his love, for by then he wasn’t hesitant or anxious to do it; since before the nervous feeling of her reaction being negative was stirring in his stomach.

It was all for the little smile that would stretch on her lips when she entered the kitchen, her pink lips he loved to kiss every so often but wouldn’t admit it. (For sometimes he wasn’t just hesitant to show kind actions, but also hesitant to express his feelings.)

But the sparkle in her eye was also a reason he loved to do it. She would make eye contact with him and so many thanks were displayed in her eyes he knew she didn’t have to say it, but she always did, muttering “thank you, loves,” and lightly kissing his cheek before sitting on the counter- even though he was bothered by that since she was the one who liked to clean out of the two of them- and sipped contently while watching him read the Daily Prophet.

Sometimes he would make breakfast, even though he didn’t know much. (Despite his hesitation to express his feelings, he once told her he learned a few things from watching the house elf that once roamed his childhood home.)

He couldn’t help it, he was a curious kid, but at one point and age in his life he couldn’t be curious anymore because of his father’s unspoken orders.

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So she found herself facing yet another morning, orange once again beneath her eyelids and soft sheets warmed from the sun’s rays.

She got up, bare legs being exposed to the cold as his oversized Quidditch t-shirt went down to her thighs.

She traveled downstairs, searching for her love and was met with an empty kitchen, the absence of her lover chilling to the space. He brought a warmth the house only he could provide and not seeing him there made her cold inside.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confusion filling her as she searched for him, eyes scanning areas as she passed. It was then that she spotted a soft light coming from his office, her feet lightly walking across the hallway to see him.

She saw him, back to her in the chair he was sitting in as his pale hands worked through papers, sorting them into stacks that she didn’t understand but to his mind it made all the sense.

She didn’t want to startle him, despite the desire to wrap her arms around his tense shoulders and rub the stress away. So instead she brought her knuckles to the doorway, softly knocking so he knew she was there.

His head turned and his eyes met hers, and while doing so she didn’t fail to notice the soft grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

She slowly walked to him and preformed her previous desire, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he turned to face her, his hands landing on her hips.

He was feeling a little confident that morning and she knew so as his fingers sneaked underneath the shirt, stroking the skin there as she squealed softly, squirming in his hold.

“You weren’t in the kitchen, loves.” She stated once the soft giggles settled down, stroking his shoulders as he turned back around, hands fiddling with the papers once again.

His head bent down as she heard a soft sigh coming from him. He looked over his shoulder so he could see her in his peripheral.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I forgot to heat water.”

She chuckled a little. “It’s okay, loves,”

“I just was confused when I didn’t see you in the kitchen; you’re normally there in the morning, that’s all.”

He nodded, sighing once again but it was because her fingers stared softly massaging his shoulders, rubbing the tenseness away with such a simple touch.

“Yeah I had to do some paper work.” He said, letting her once again think about what he said. He would often reply with simple answers, ones that left her with some questions but not many, for most of the time they left her wondering what he meant based on the various tone of voice he used.

She liked that about him; whatever came from his lips left her wanting more.

“I could make us both tea, if you’d like.” She softly offered, fingers coming to a pause on his shoulders because of her hesitation of asking the question. His head laid back, softly landing on her stomach and her fingers subconsciously went to his hair, stroking the strands as they easily flowed through her hands. The pale mob of hair was always so soft, so delicately taken care of. He licked his lips, hands coming to to her elbows to keep her arms from moving away, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

“That could be quite lovely.” He said boldly, fingers massaging her elbows. She smiled, lips coming down to kiss his head and keeping them there for a couple seconds.

“Sugar?”

He paused as he thought. “Maybe a little bit, loves.”

-Apology for any errors!

Love you all and thanks for reading! 📖

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[littlewolfieposts]

Tiger love

word count: ?

pairing: idol!hoshi x idol!oc (named Hyejin)

summary: the lifestyle of an idol was hard, even more so when relationships were involved within public knowledge. But, maybe, you two were just lucky

warning: not revised, little angst (?), fluff

disclaimer: just watched Hoshi in Even Though There's Nothing To Eat and this came up :) anyways, English is not my first language, so apologies in advance.

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Lee YoungJi glanced at the camera crew and back to the man sitting next to her.

"I love Pledis so much. I love Pledis and Hyejin so much," Hoshi cried and turned to YoungJi. "You know why?"

"Why?"

"She is the best person in the whole world. She supported me through everything, you know? I am really really grateful and lucky to have her. She loves me and accepts me like I am, even though I am weird"

"You're not weird!" YounJi was quick to said. "Your personality is unique and that makes you really cool"

Hoshi sniffed, "Really?"

"Of course! Don't cry, Hyejin will kill me if she knows you are crying here," she laughed, and Hoshi giggled at the idea of his beloved frowning face.

Then he remembered she was not there and pouted, "I miss her"

"That's right, she is on tour, right?"

"Hm," he nodded, "She's in Europe right now," he smiled proudly his eyes searched the camera, and looking directly at it, he said, "Lunar fighting!"

YoungJi clapped and urged them to do it together again.

The clip ended with the two with bright smiles and Hyejin couldn't help her own.

"Woah, this was so cute," the female host said turning to look at Hyejin.

Finishing the promotion for their latest album, Hyejin and two other members were inviting to a radio show to talk about music, life and news.

"So cute," her fellow member squealed, putting a hand on her heart. Hyejin rolled her eyes light heartedly.

"Is this your first time watching it, Hyejin?" the male host asked.

"No, I have watched it before," she said adjusting herself on the chair.

"She cried when she watched it," the other member, Nari, snitched.

"Yah"

"Really?" the female host asked.

"Yah..." Hyejin glared at Nari before sighed. "I little," she confessed and the hosts urged her to tell more. "We were in China when the episode aired and had just come back from the show when I saw all the mentions and hashtags trending. I was only able to see what was going on when we got to the hotel and I watched the edits on Twitter about this clip. I don't know... it made me tear up," she shrugged trying to not make a big deal off it.

"Aw... You and Hoshi have been together for quite some time, right? Do you mind sharing how you two met"

"Oh, hm..." she glanced at her manager, seeking approval from her. Once she got a nod, she continued. "There was a dance collaboration with 96' liners and we were both invited to participate alongside Twice's Sana and Momo, NCT U's Ten, and Seventeen's. Jun. We all became friends really fast, and SoonYoung and I just kind of hit it off... Oh, it is really weird telling you that," she said with an awkward laugh.

Even though it has been a year since the relationship was outed and confirmed, it still felt weird to talk about it openly.

"You two seek to have such a nice relationship. It's really clear in the way he talked about you on the show," the host said referring to the clip they just watched.

"Yeah, I mean..." Hyejin breathed in for a moment. "I feel like we were really lucky. When we started dating there was always this... tension? Like, there was always this fear off getting caught and put on the spotlight for something we were not ready to share with the world... We knew that with out careers it was almost inevitable that it would happen someday, but it actually gave me so much anxiety." she chuckled. "Everytime we got out I was anxious because in the back of my head I was thinking 'maybe there is someone watching us. Maybe the is someone taking videos, taking pictures, and tomorrow when I wake up it will be chaos"

Hyejing cleared her throat, feeling a little comforted by her member taking in her hand and the others nodding along.

"Unfortunately it happened when we least expected," she said, remembering the chaos the internet became when blurry photos of a date night between her and Hoshi came out. "When I said that I feel we were lucky, I mean in a sense of the support we received when everything went down. Both of our fans were mostly supportive of us and were happy that we were happy. Of course, not everyone had nice things to say, but I was really thankful to see them supporting us and asking others to respect our privacy"

"It must have been so overwhelming," the female host commented with a frown. "It's really sad how some people still think is ok to expose these things."

"Yeah. Even public figures should have the respect of some privacy," her male counterpart added.

"It really was. SoonYoung and I were scared in the beginning, but the amount of love and positive feedback we got made us more confident and comfortable in confirming everything."

"And it was one hell of a confirmation," the male host laughed, making everyone join as Hyejin looked down embarrassed.

After weeks of speculation in both fandoms and the kpop world, Hoshi and Hyejin, as well as their companies agreed to confirm the relationship. They were together for two years and no plans on changing that anytime soon, and since the public generally received the possible situation better than they expected, they agreed it would be better to just confirm. Although the couple were clear it didn't meant they would be sharing much of their relationship online and asked their companies to make it known on their statements.

It would be a total of four statements. Both companies as well as their own personal posts, and it would be published after the award show.

Hyejin's group would be performing and Seventeen would be present on the event as well.

It only took a couple of seconds at the end of their performance act to make everyone, both present and online to go wild. It was no news to everyone the rumors going on about Hyejin and Hoshi, some idols already knew the facts, some didn't. But during the ending fairy, when the camera panned to Hyejin, she stared at it for a brief moment before putting her hand near her face in a claw motion and moving her lips in what could be translated as 'Horanghae', giving the camera a quick wink before she started laughing"

"It was iconic!" her fellow member said remembering the scene. "Almost gave me a heart attack though"

"You didn't know?"

"No! I don't think anyone knew"

"I didn't tell anyone," Heyjin confirmed. "It was a spur kind moment," she chuckled.

"And it went down to history," the host commented. "Thinking about it, your personalities match so well!" he said and the other host laughed, agreeing with him.

"They are so alike, but really different at the same time," your member said. "They complement each other really well"

Hyejin smiled at the comment, feeling giddy as she remembered of him.

"Ayy, look at her all blushy," your other member teased making everyone laugh.

"Aish, stop"

"You guys are really strong, huh?"

Hyejin nodded, "I think everything we've been through made us closer and stronger. It's really weird saying it out loud, because I have never been one to believe in soul mates or anything like that, you know? But then I met him and... I don't know..."

"You think you were just meant to be?"

Hyejin nodded, a silly smile appearing on her face, prompting another round of teasing.

"Yah, enough enough," she laughed, ready to move on from the topic.

"Before we move on to another topic," the male host turned to Hyejin, "Hyejin, do you have any message for our tiger boy?"

"Oh boy..." she chuckled embarrassed. "Okay," she turned to one of the cameras filming them. "SoonYoung-ah, I hope you have been eating well. I hope to see you soon, I miss you. Fighting. Seventeen, fighting!"

...

Hyejin let the door close behind her as she moved to take off her shoes. Tour and promotions were finally over and she had some time to rest before everything began again.

"Baby?" she called walking further into her apartment.

It was already late into the night, but the kitchen lights were on and the shoes by the doors indicated she wasn't alone in the house.

Moving towards her room, she stopped in her tracks as soon as she caught sight of the sleeping buddle on her bed.

Slowly, she made her way towards it and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her boyfriend sleeping peacefully. He had a pout and she felt her heart clench with just how cute he looked at the moment.

Carefully she started running her hands over his hair, "Soonie, wake up," she called, watching him move a bit but no motion of waking up. "Baby," her hand moved to his face, "It's time to wake up,"

A few more calls and she caught on the slight motion under his closed eyelids and the tremble in the corner of his lips with threatening smile. He was messing with her.

"Baby tiger, I'm home," she mumbled, kissing the corner of his lips. It has been a few months since the last time they were able to physically see each other, and talking about their relationship on the radio interview made her eager to see him even more.

Hoshi mumbled, a tired smile appearing as his eyes slowly opened. His eyes were so beautiful and he looked so cute that Hyejin just wanted to hold him tight and never let go.

"Jinnie?"

She hummed, "It's me, honey"

The smile on his face stretched lazily. In a fraction of an second Hyejin was laying next to him with Hoshi's leg trapped over her and his head nuzzling on her neck, breathing in her scent as he hugged her as close as he could.

"Finally," he mumbled. "Missed you"

"I missed you too, so much" she moved as best as she could so she could hold him as well.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" he asked tiredly, hands caressing her back softly.

Hyejin hummed, "Me and the girls stopped to eat before they dropped me here"

"Good," he nuzzled further, placing a kiss on her neck. "Cuddles and sleep then," he said moving around to allow her under the covers, only to attach himself on her as soon as she was comfortable.

"I like the idea," she sighed contently, basking on his warmth.

"Good... Tomorrow I'll rock your world"

The laugh that fell from her lips made Hoshi smile against her, placing one last kiss on her skin as he felt sleep overtaking.

"I love that idea"

"Good... I love you, babe"

"I love you, tiger baby"

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[brynnwrites]

comfort in the dark - spencer reid

spencer reid x reader

warnings: none

Panic.

The others around you looked shocked and confused, but all you could feel was overwhelming panic.

Your heart was bound to leap out of your chest as the lights continued to flicker like a scene straight from a horror movie, people shouting directions and "what's going on"s to one another.

All you could hear was your heart pounding and a frenzied buzzing in your ears.

Then suddenly it all went dark.

You nearly fell down as you surged towards the closest body to you.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

Reid's voice felt like a comforting blanket being draped over you as you clung helplessly to his arm.

"Yeah," you squeaked timidly, equal parts terrified and embarrassed.

"Are you okay? You're shaking like a leaf," he said, his other hand reaching out to grab your other shoulder before slowly moving his fingers in. You sucked in a breath as he blindly found your racing pulse on the side of your neck, "Your heart is pounding. Are you having a panic attack?"

You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you, so you whispered a meek, "Uh-huh."

"Let's sit down, okay?" He said, slowly putting pressure on your shoulder as he guided you down onto the floor with him.

You sat as close to him as possible, ignoring the fact that this would be horrifically strange behavior if you were in the light. However, you were thankful Reid was the one you had grabbed onto because you somehow knew he would be the least likely to judge you for your fear.

"Can I try something?" He asked.

"S-sure," you stuttered, teeth chattering slightly from anxiety chills.

He slowly removed your grip on his arm before taking both your arms in his hands gently and scooting around so he was sitting behind you, "Lean back."

You hesitated for a moment, before deciding to trust that he knew what he was doing. You sank back slowly into his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping against you lightly.

He wrapped his arms around your waist like a lap seatbelt, securing you against him, "Just feel my heart beat and breathing and try to match your breathing to mine."

You did as he said, feeling his chest rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, encouraging you to follow his lead. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the fact that you were in the middle of the pitch black bull pen.

You couldn't help but laugh internally at your situation: here you were, leaning back in the embrace of the man you had been pining for for nearly three years, yet the thing that made you most nervous in the moment was the lights going out.

Go figure.

You felt Spencer lean into you slightly and your heart jumped, as if you were finally realizing the gravity of being held by him. You almost short-circuited as he tucked his head into the curve of your neck, exhaling into your skin. Spencer never touched anyone like this, never this much.

That had to mean something right.

You desperately tried to return your focus to your breathing, but were failing miserably. So you allows yourself to indulge for a moment, figuring that if it kept your mind off of your fear for a while it was worth it.

You memorized the smell of his cologne, deep and woodsy with a hint of spice and something sweet. The feel of his warmth against you, his beating heart and steady rise and fall of his chest. His curls that brushed against the side of your face as he practically snuggled into you. The firm embrace of his arms as they buckled you in like a rollercoaster bar, and the slightly clammy feeling of his hands as they slowly tangled with yours, keeping you grounded.

You found an overwhelming sense of peace and thought If I could just stay like this with this man forever, I would never let him go. I just need a chance.

You stayed like that for a while before you heard a throat being cleared very close to you.

Your eyes shot open to see Kate squatting next to you with a candle, "Hey there, sleepy heads, Hotch wants us to meet in the round room until the lights come back on."

You nodded vigorously, gulping as she chuckled and handed you the candle.

You turned and gently nudged Reid, bringing him back to the real world, "H-hey, Hotch wants us upstairs."

"Oh, yeah, of course," he said, all semblance of his earlier confidence and smoothness evaporating as he stuttered and scrambled to his feet, helping you up as well.

"Thank you, Spence," you said, "I needed that. But, um, could we maybe keep my little fear of the dark between us?"

He nodded quickly, "Yes, yeah, no problem, I won't say a thing."

You offered him a smile before cautiously working your way up to the round room.

"She said his name is Mr. Scratch," Hotch said, "I think I have someone who could get me a name in connection based on a case I worked on years back. Garcia, do you think you could get enough signal up for me to make a call?"

"Yes, sir," Garcia nodded dutifully, clicking away at her laptop.

"Everyone else, keep working as much as possible until we get things up an running again. They're hoping it won't be more than an hour," he instructed.

You all murmured in agreement as he left the room to make a call.

"Hey, hey, there's our little nerdy lovebirds," Morgan said, gesturing to you and Reid with the candle he was holding.

Your face flushed with sudden heat and you giggled nervously, "Shut up, Morgan."

"Don't act like you didn't get all cozy in the dark with Pretty Boy over here, I saw you two," he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

"I-it wasn't like that," Reid protested.

Your heart sank. Even though you knew technically it wasn't like that, part of you felt like it was. Hearing him openly debunk it made part of you deflate.

"Yeah," you said halfheartedly, "it wasn't."

“Sounds like both of you are just really bad at denying your feelings for each other," Morgan theorized, shaking his head.

"Morgan!" You whined, "Penny, get him to stop, please."

"Hey, I can't say I disagree with him," she said, holding her hands up in surrender, "You two are so clueless to each other, it's painful!"

"I'm not clueless!” Reid squeaked.

"Spencer, you may be a certified genius but you have to be pretty clueless to miss Y/N's heart eyes for you," Garcia said bluntly.

"Garcia!" You yelped, hopelessly embarrassed.

"Am I wrong?" She asked, her voice dropping with feigned innocence.

"I-uh, I don't, you're just," you sputtered, "Ugh, forget it."

"See!" She pointed triumphantly, "I am right! And as for you, dearest Dr. Reid, the yearning is as palpable as it is in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film adaptation."

"What does that even mean?" He huffed, frustrated.

"It means that you two like each other and are both too stubborn to admit it," she said finally, before turning back to her keyboard.

Even in the dim candlelight, you could tell Reid was as red as you were. Blushing aside, the lighting illuminated his face almost angelically.

In a spur of confidence, you made a decision that you knew could go really well or really badly.

"Hey, Reid, do you want to go with me to hunt down some more candles?" You said suddenly.

He shrugged, "Sure."

You led him out of the round room, ignoring Morgan's suggestive whoops and whistles, and down to the hallway where the bathrooms were. Thankfully, the space was empty.

"Why are we over here? The supply cabinets are that way...oh," he trailed off, "Is this about earlier? I'm sorry about them, I should've known they would make a big deal out of everything-"

"Spencer, they were right."

"Huh?" He looked very confused.

You sighed, trying to figure out how to word it, "They were right. At least about my part. The heart eyes and feelings for you and all that jazz."

Spencer's eyes widened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, "Wait, what?"

You paused for a moment, gathering the courage to admit the secret you had kept for so long, "I love you."

"Y-you do?" He asked, disbelievingly.

"Yes," you confirmed, "And I totally understand if you don't feel the same, I just-"

"You're not just saying that because I helped you with your panic attack earlier?" He asked, as if he had barely heard you.

"Of course not," you giggled, "I've loved you for nearly three years now. When you brought me my favorite gummies that one day, I knew I was a goner.”

His nose twitched lightly and his eyes shined, lips quirking up into his signature half smile, "The blue ones shaped like sharks that you can only get at Cindy's Candy Shoppe in the mall downtown. You like them because they remind you of going to the aquarium with your family.”

You grinned, taking his hand in yours gently, "I'm still shocked that you remembered. I may have mentioned them once in passing, I never even knew you heard me say it until they were sitting on my desk with a little note that I could barely read.”

His hands trembled slightly in yours, and if you were to slip your fingers a few inches down to his wrist, you would feel his racing pulse.

"Hey," he frowned playfully, gulping as you took a small step closer to him while taking his other hand, "my handwriting isn't that bad. Plus, studies show that highly intelligent people have the worst handwriting because their brains work faster than their hands can write..."

He could have been talking about anything and you would have listened for an eternity. His words trailed off as he found it hard to focus on anything besides your increasing closeness.

"I need to hear you say it, Spence," you said softly, staring up at him, now merely inches away.

"S-say it-um, say what?" He sputtered, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

"If you feel the same for me. I need to hear your answer."

He was silent for a flickering moment, which made you hesitate. Did you read this all wrong?

But one look at his dazed, adoring eyes and parted pink lips and you knew better.

The words didn't leave his perfect mouth it was pressed against yours with so much passion it made you dizzy.

"I love you. Of course I love you," he murmured against your lips, the words sloppy and somewhat muffled yet urgent enough to understand clearly.

You met him with the same amount of passion, grasping at the hairs at the back of his head and pulling slightly as you moved against each other.

You broke apart for air, both gasping, each unable to create a coherent thought outside the other.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N and Reid?" You heard JJ ask from down the hall.

"They're probably somewhere getting their love on," Derek said suggestively, and you and Spencer had to stifle your giggles.

"It would be about time," JJ chuckled.

There was a moment of hesitation. Spencer looked at you with his eyebrows raised and you matched his expression before offering your hand to him.

"Do you want to do this?" You whispered.

His answer was written in his smile as he took your comparatively small hand in his.

You walked down the hall with glowing confidence, heart pounding as Derek and JJ turned to look at you.

"Hi, guys!"

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[jvnejv]

I love fluff so muhc!!!1!! fluff fanfic my beloved!!!! when the soft feeling butterflies and u get a warm sensation and you feel whole and its like a hug and its so nice and it smells like warm cookies and milk and blankets by a fire and ahhh !!! fluff!!!! fluff my beloved!!! appreciate all the fluff writers!!!! fluff!!!!!!!!!

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[teabunniics]

♡ ── OOPS, WRONG ROOM !

You remembered about that time where Rimicha have giving all the fragarian knights the kingdom tour that his master did built in the first time... At the end of the tour, it was supposed to be that time where everyone is going to have a dinner, together. However, when Rimicha was about to showcasing everyone the big dining table, he didn't realized that he opened a door to his collection of comically large cutleries...

Everyone was having mixed feelings about that, from being confused into someone laughing their head off because of how large those cutleries was... It was an embarrassing moment for Rimicha as he quickly closed the door like someone who was running away from a certain monster...

❝ Y-You guys didn't see that...! ❞ Rimicha said while a small rose-tinted blush painted on his face...

❝ Hahaha... I assumed that we didn't really see it... Am I right? ❞ You said in a teasing tone... Yep, it's over for him as you teased him after that happened as his blush is getting more obvious to this point...

❝ Alright you two... You can continue the teasing once we get into the dinner time, okay? ❞ Romarriche said...

❝ Yeah... Also, you better stop laughing and keep your shit together, Felicity. ❞ Kurode said to Felicity...

As Felicity stopped laughing, she sincerely said: ❝ Okay, Kurode... No need to say that to my face, though. ❞

After that, they are trying to find the room where the dinner takes place and so... May the feast being one of your bloomed memories in your life time...

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