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reiding-writing · 4 months

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familiarity [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer’s nightmare leaves him reeling with a panic attack, not helped by the unfamiliar environment of his hotel room. in his desperation he does the only think he can think of, call you.

WARNINGS: details of spencer’s kidnapping, needle mentions, mentions of bodily harm, detail of panic attacks

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.7k

masterlist!!

a/n: back on my angst grind after three straight fluff fics, enjoy :)

“No- Please- Please, I don’t-“ Spencer’s desperate pleas were halted as Tobias pulled up his sleeve to expose skin that hadn’t yet been pierced.

“Tell me it doesn’t help,” Spencer gave him a pleading look, although didn’t say anything as the needle was prepared, and he whimpered softly at the stinging pain in his arm, followed by a wave of calm.

Even though Spencer could no longer physically feel the pain he was experiencing, it didn’t stop tears from falling down his face, running hot against his skin as they left diluted red stains in their wake from mixing with the half-dried blood of his head injury.

His head fell backwards against the chair, eyelids fluttering as his body was overcome by the liquid running through his bloodstream, not at all aided by the sudden resurgence of Raphael, who only proved to make the situation worse as he berated Spencer for the one way contact he had with his team.

His mental beating ended with a physical one, a sharp smack against Spencer’s already bleeding head causing his chair to topple backwards and all of the air to be knocked out of his lungs.

He desperately gasped for oxygen to no avail, choking on his own saliva as his body began to uncontrollably shake.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Spencer shot upwards, his eyes craned open so far that he could already feel them drying up despite the tears still occupying their corners.

He blindly fumbled to turn on the lamp at his side through trembling hands and shaking breaths, and whilst he thought the light might help him come back to his bearings, the unfamiliar room that greeted him only served to make his panic worse.

He was on a case. He was in a hotel room. He was fine. Nothing was wrong. He was okay.

He was okay.

He was not okay.

His chest tightened with every breath, the amount of oxygen making its way into his bloodstream depleting with every desperate breath he tried to take and making him increasingly lightheaded.

If he had enough muscle control in his fingers he was sure that he’d be clawing at his throat in an attempt to get more air into his lungs.

He knew what was going to happen next, and with his eyes turning blurry from his tears he did the only thing he could think of to stop it from getting any worse.

“Spence..?” Your voice is hoarse from your sharp awakening at the hand of your ringtone, and you yawn into the receiver as you roll onto your back with your phone pressed to your ear. “What’s the matter..? It’s late…”

Spencer’s hand trembled as he held up the phone, his breathing shaky and uneven to the point where you could hear it on the other end of the line. “I-i’m sorry to wake you up I just… I need you.. please-”

“Spencer?” The tearful desperation in his tone knocks any sense of tiredness from your body, and you sit straight up in your hotel bed. “Are you okay?”

Spencer didn’t have the energy nor the composure to go into detail, so he just blurted out the main fear he had as the tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m scared-”

You’re scrambling out of your bed before he even answers the question, haphazardly pulling a t-shirt over your head and pressing your phone to your ear against your shoulder as you pull on a pair of sweats over your shorts. “What room are you in Spencer?”

Spencer’s eyes were almost shut tight in anticipation of a panic attack as his mouth opened slightly. “411…”

“I will literally be there in two seconds,” You fumble around your room to grab your room key and leave the room hastily, shutting the door harder than you probably should as you rush to lock it behind you. “Can you unlock your door for me?”

“Yeah… I can do that” Spencer got up carefully and shakily made his way to the door, not at all helped by the geometric pattern of the carpet that made his head spin, planting the palm of his hand flat on the floor to ceiling mirror to keep himself upright.

He eventually found the lock to his room door and managed to unlock it after a small struggle, his fingers not co-operating with what his brain told them to do.

You give the door a soft knock as you reach it, and Spencer hears the end dial of his phone as you hang up the call in favour of speaking through the door instead. “Hey, it’s me, i’m coming in okay?”

“Okay…” Spencer said quietly, pushing his hair out of his face as it started to fall in front of his eyes again and taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

“Hey…” You crack the door open as little as possible and slip into his room, shutting the door behind you with your foot as you reach up to pull his head into your shoulder. “You’re alright, I’ve got you…”

Spencer’s eyes immediately closed as he surrendered to your touch, letting out a shaky breath that tickled the skin of your neck.

“Sorry you had to wake up for all of this..” Spencer muttered softly, almost inaudible as it muffled against your t-shirt. “I didn’t know what else to do..”

“Shh…” You gently bring your hand up to run it gently through his hair, slowly detangling it with your fingers. “It’s okay, you made the right decision,”

You remain standing there for a few moments as you take in the state of the room in front of you.

The room was shrouded in cool white light from a lamp on one of the bedside tables, water dripping from its edge and falling into a puddle on the carpet to join a glass that Spencer had presumably knocked over during his scramble for his phone.

The window curtains were open, exposing the main street outside, although a little blurred through the glare from the lamp on the glass that left a reflection of the mess that was the hotel bed in its place, the duvet in a pile to one side and the decorative blanket lining its end in a heap on the floor.

Even if Spencer hadn’t have been trembling in your arms, the panic he’d experienced was entirely evident, leaving physical evidence of his anxiety across his hotel room.

You slowly trace your hands down his arms, stopping as you reach his hands to take them in your own and gently pull him towards his bed to sit down and alleviate the weight from his trembling legs. “You’re safe Spencer, I promise,”

You give Spencer’s hands a gentle squeeze as you take a seat next to him, sat half on the bed so that you can face him properly, and Spencer’s eyes open for a few seconds before he again leans his head against your shoulder, his nose buried against the curve of your neck.

“Sorry,” Spencer said quietly. “I-i don’t know why it’s so bad tonight. I just can’t stop it-”

“It’s okay Spencer, don’t apologise,” You wrap your arms around Spencer, one tracing lines up and down his back and the other scratching gently at his scalp. “We’re gonna work through this step by step okay?”

Spencer let out a small shaky sigh as he kept silent for a moment, trying to quell the shaking of his body. “O-okay” He nodded softly against your shoulder.

“Do you remember the grounding techniques I told you about?” It was a bit of a loaded question considering Spencer’s eidetic memory, but encouraging him to engage in answering simple yes or no questions would be a good start to slowly getting him to calm back down

“..Yeah,” Spencer took a slow deep breath as he moved his head away from your shoulder, blinking them open slowly as he tried not to get overwhelmed by the harsh lighting from the lamp. “It’s the 5,4,3,2,1 method...”

“That’s right, let’s go one at a time okay?” You give him a soft nod at his correct assessment.

“Can you tell me five things you can see right now?”

“The- ceiling…” Spencer said quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing. “…and the lamp.. and the dresser… and the window… and you..”

“Good,” You tuck a stray strand of hair behind Spencer’s ear, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “What about four things you can feel?”

“…the bed under me… the carpet… your hand running through my hair.” Spencer took a couple of deep breaths as his shaking slowly started to decrease, his head falling back into the crook of your neck. “And my own shirt on my skin.”

You give him a soft nod, joined by a small hum of affirmation to confirm that he was doing well. “Let’s do three things you can hear,”

Spencer just nodded before continuing, closing his eyes once more to focus on matching his breathing to yours. “The clock on the wall… my own breathing… and your heartbeat.”

“Good, that’s good,” You gently move your fingers through Spencer’s hair at his temple, brushing through it softly and gently massaging at the skin behind his ear. “Two things you can smell?”

“…the lavender scent you have on you..” He stays silent for a bit as he struggles to think of something else. “And.. the smell of the room itself… i guess.”

You cant help the small chuckle that leaves your mouth as he vaguely describes the smell of the hotel room, and whilst it’s not exactly perfect you let it pass. “Last one,”

“One thing you can taste?”

Spencer thought for a moment. “The taste of the saliva in my mouth.”

“Good job, that’s great,” By the time the grounding was complete, you were almost entirely supporting Spencer’s weight, his head pressed against your shoulder and his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as you held him close to your chest. Some parts of his mind were still a bit hazy but he knew he had calmed down a lot. “Can we stay like this for a bit..?”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want to Spence,” Spencer lets out a small sigh and keeps his head on your shoulder silently, listening to your heartbeat and mirroring your breathing in attempt to stabilise himself.

You remain holding Spencer for the next few minutes, the room completely silent aside from the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

“Can i ask you something..?” Spencer’s voice is quiet against your shoulder, and he shifts himself slightly to have your face in his line of sight.

“Of course you can,”

Spencer takes a deep breath in before speaking again. “…can you stay in here with me tonight?”

His question elicits a small sigh to leave your mouth, and you arbitrarily push the stubborn strands of hair that fall over his forehead back behind his ear again. “You’re sure you want me here?”

Spencer just nods. “Please? At least for a little bit..?” Spencer’s voice was back to being quiet and shaky, like he was still on the cusp of another panic attack if he wasn’t careful.

You didn’t want to unintentionally take advantage of Spencer’s vulnerability, but the look of pure unbridled desperation on his face as he asked you to stay made you want to let him curl up in your arms and hold him until you physically couldn’t any longer.

“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to stay…” You rub small circles into his back to stabilise him again, not wanting him to accidentally fall back into another panic attack after he’d just managed to push his way out of one.

“…can you hold me..?” Spencer asked quietly, still burying his head into your shoulder as he spoke. “Please?”

“Yeah… i can do that,” You shift further onto the bed as you encourage Spencer to lie down, pulling the bedsheets straight to drape them over the both of you as you lie down behind him, turning to your side and holding your arms open in his direction. “C’mere,”

Spencer moved closer so he was now fully laying down in your arms, his head buried into your neck and his arms squeezing your torso tightly.

You could still feel the anxiety in the tenseness of his shoulders and the way his eyes clamped shut, almost as if he was waiting for another panic attack to hit him suddenly.

“i got you… you’re alright…” You pull him flush against you, slipping your hand underneath his t-shirt to run your fingers against the bare skin of his back, ignoring the slight moisture collected on his skin from his body sweating as a result of his nightmare.

“I hate this… I hate that this keeps happening..” Spencer moved his hands up to grip your shirt lightly as he tried to calm himself further.

“I know Spence I know…” The pads of your fingers tracing small circles into the skin of his back served as a good calming technique as Spencer tried to solely focus on how the gentle sensations felt.

“Your brain is just trying to process all of the emotions in your mind, and the best way to do that is when you’re sleeping,”

Spencer looked up slightly from your shoulder and you could practically feel his anxiousness by how tightly his hands were clutching your shirt.

“…..i’m scared when i’m awake too….” he admitted quietly, his eyes wavering from yours as he spoke no matter how hard he tried to maintain eye contact with you.

“He can’t hurt you anymore Spence…” You sigh softly as his expression matches his words, traces of fear lingering in his features even as he calms down.

“…i’m not scared of him.. not completely..” Spencer tone continued to carry an undertone of fear even as he admitted that Tobias didn’t scare him anymore.

“What is it you’re scared of then Spence?” You tilt your head downwards to speak against the crown of his head, muttering the words softly.

“I’m still scared of… what if I….” Spencer’s words get stuck in his throat as he tries to speak, his breathing becoming uneven once more and threatening to send him spiralling again.

“..what if I fall back into my addiction.. I can’t let that happen again…”

Spencer’s voice was still shaky as he looked up at you, and you could feel him trembling in your arms. He was on the edge of another panic attack, but doing his best to hold it back and remain as calm as he could.

“Hey- slowly,” You take the side of his face in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and tilting it up towards you. “You have come so far Spencer, you’re going to be alright,”

Spencer’s eyes were threatening to spill tears once more, but he seemed to calm down a bit more at the comfort of the cool temperature of your hand against his face.

“You can’t promise that.. you can’t know..” Spencer resorted back to mirroring your breathing, watching as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took and trying to steadily replicate it himself. “I just don’t want to lose myself again…”

“You won’t.” You shake your head softly at him, leaning your forehead against his.

Spencer took a few seconds to just breathe, focused on retaining a state of at least mild calmness before he tried to say anything else. “..can I ask you something..?”

“Yeah of course you can,” You give a soft nod against his forehead, cupping both of his cheeks in your hands.

Spencer took a couple more deep breaths before asking the question. “..if I relapse.. if I slip back down that hole.. can I come to you for help again..?”

“Of course you can…” You gently pull your forehead away from his to look at him properly, stroking your thumbs over Spencer’s cheeks in soothing lines. “But I will do my absolute best to ensure that that never happens,”

Spencer nodded as he looked up at you, still holding your hand tightly. You could tell that his anxiety wasn’t fully gone but he seemed to slowly be regaining his bearings again.

After a few more quiet minutes, Spencer let out a small yawn, looking up at you. “I… i’m tired…”

“You should try and get some sleep Spencer…” Spencer nodded softly, leaning his head further into the palm of your hand.

“…can you stay here with me while i sleep?” He muttered quietly, his eyes starting to get teary again as he feared the inevitability of you leaving. “I’m still scared…”

“Hey…” You redirect the movement of your hands from your thumbs tracing lines into his cheeks to your fingers scratching gently at the hair behind Spencer’s ears, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to the small wrinkles forming between his eyebrows from how hard he was furrowing them. “I’m not going anywhere okay?”

Spencer couldn’t help but blush a little bit as you kissed him softly on the forehead.

“…okay.” Spencer moved his head forward to bury it into your chest, taking slow and deep breaths as he slowly started to calm down. “Can you hold me… more tightly..?”

You slide your arms around Spencer and give him a soft squeeze at his question, holding him against you with a small amount of added pressure to act almost as a weighted blanket.

“…did you know that sharks cuddle with each other?” His voice is slightly muffled against the fabric of your t-shirt, and you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you at the random piece of information he gives you.

“Oh do they now?”

Spencer nods softly, his grip on you loosening ever so slightly as he begins to become more drowsy. “They huddle in piles when they sleep, and take it in turns making sure no one gets lost from the group..”

A small yawn escapes Spencer’s mouth at the end of his sentence. “They’re very social animals..”

Spencer mutters out his explanation, his eyelids feeling heavy and his limbs relaxing against your body. “..thank you for being my shark..”

“No problem,” You give a soft chuckle against the crown of Spencer’s head, massaging the nape of his neck with your fingers.

Spencer smiled slightly at the gentle pressure of your fingers, letting out a small inaudible sigh at the feeling. “..can I ask another question..?” He his voice was laced with very apparent drowsiness, and he just barely lifted his face enough from your shoulder to be able to look at you.

“Just full of questions tonight aren’t you?” You let out another small laugh, tucking Spencer’s hair behind his ear as he looks up to get a better look at his sleep-filled features.

Spencer nodded a little bit as his eyes falling closed as your fingers ghost over his temple. “Yeah.. I guess.”

“Can I still come to you when I get scared about something..? Even if we’re not alone..?” He asked slightly quietly, still keeping his eyes shut. “Because you always make me feel calm.. just.. hearing your voice and being near you...”

“Of course you can Spencer…” You take the opportunity of your hand gently slotted against the side of his face to rub small circles against his temple with your thumb, smiling softly at the way his expression relaxes as he focuses on the feeling. “I’m glad i can be a form of support for you…”

“..You’re more than that….” If you listened hard enough, you could still hear the slight hoarseness in his throat from where he had been crying. “You’re everything.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment as he took a couple of deep breaths, still squeezing your hand tightly. “Please.. i don’t want to lose that.. not again...” He whispered softly, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You lean your nose against the top of his head, whispering into his hair and placing a chaste kiss to his crown as you give him another soft squeeze as if to remind him that you were still physically here.

Spencer smiled softly as he felt your lips against his head, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

“I love you..” Spencer whispered softly, his voice even more sleepy this time and his breathing now getting slower and more regular.

Your heartrate picks up a little at Spencer’s drowsy declaration of his love, and your sure he can feel it from where his head lies half against your chest. “We’re going to talk about this in the morning okay? For now, just get some rest Spence…”

Spencer slowly nodded as he started to close his eyes again, his words still a bit hoarse as he spoke in a barely audible whisper. “..okay…”

Spencer held his arms around your torso tightly, and you could feel him start to nod off. “..night.. my shark..”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #mgg #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds angst #spencer reid angst

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's habits they get from dating you

warnings: ooc chishiya, mentions of blood, not exactly canon divergent but i kinda expanded on canon (??), kuina's mom being sick

a/n: most of these probably should've been full fics but i want to write more reactions so here we are

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

word count 411 jack of hearts chishiya >>>

playing with your hands

you pull the chair back, sliding into the seat next to chishiya. he’s sure to sit between you and niragi, leaning back in the seat. arisu stands awkwardly at the edge of the room. his gaze remains focused on the only person he’s seen before - chishiya.

chishiya raises his hand, waving at him similarly to the way he did in ‘tag.’ ann, mira, and kuzuryu sit on the other side of the table. aguni shifts across from kuzuryu, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. finally, hatter stands at the head of the table. he dramatically raises his arms.

“welcome beach executives,” he bellows before glancing over at arisu. “and potential executive.” he sighs, pushing his hair back and sitting down in the chair. “we are here to debate whether or not a new executive should be instated.”

next to you, chishiya subtly pulls his left hand from his pocket, reaching over to grab yours. it’s not an uncommon reaction, especially since you’ve become more comfortable in your relationship. he almost does it unconsciously as he casually intertwines your fingers together before stuffing your hands back into his pocket.

the meeting drones on around you. their voices all blend together as you impatiently wait for the meeting to conclude. after a few minutes of arguing, hatter stands once again. “it’s decided. arisu will be tested, and if he passes, the beach will gain a new executive. this meeting is concluded.” he walks to the door before glancing over his shoulder. “arisu, i’d like to speak to you more. do join me.”

you ignore arisu’s nervous look as you follow chishiya out of the room. both of you slip through the various different passageways further into the beach. he leads you to his makeshift workshop, only letting go of your hand to begin working on yet another kerosene bomb.

you lean back against the table as you watch him tinker away. once complete, he slowly feeds the mess of wires into the metal soda can. he passes it to you, hands holding yours for a second longer than necessary. you smile, setting it aside on the table. “you always do that.”

chishiya raises an eyebrow. “do what?”

“hold my hand.” he doesn’t react, instead looking away as he glances for another can. but the light flush on his ears is enough confirmation for you. he’s always searching for you, even when you’re standing right next to him.

always thinking of you

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the rest of the players crowd around into groups, forming little cliques. they nervously glance around at the other players when they aren’t taking turns turning around and exposing their symbol, relying on the trust of the group to be truthful.

you observe them from your place at a table in the cafeteria, silently watching. this is nothing new for chishiya - picking up on the little details about people is how he’s been able to survive in the borderland for so long. but as the games become increasingly difficult and your situation becomes more dire, you find yourself replicating his mannerisms.

chishiya glances over his shoulder at you momentarily before refocusing on the wall of snacks before him. it’s all junk food, but junk is better than nothing. you probably won’t be able to eat much while trying to complete the rest of the games and avoiding the king of spades, he reasons.

a woman stands at the edge of the shelves, watching him. he reaches out to grab a packet of cookies, opening the bag and taking a bite of one. he glances over at her before nonchalantly raising the packet. “you should try them,” he says. “they’re the best ones.” the woman doesn’t respond. instead, she simply slips back behind the shelf to where her group is.

despite chishiya’s insistence about his personal choice being the best cookies, he pauses when something catches his eye. this bag is a deep blue. it’s wrapped in plastic instead of the paper he holds against his chest. they’re vanilla. from the look alone he can tell that he won’t enjoy the artificial sweetness, but something makes him take a packet before he goes to find you. they’re your favorite.

chishiya silently sits down next to you, placing his packet of cookies on the seat beside him. you subtly move closer so your shoulders brush, leaning over to see what he picked. “i didn’t take you for the cookie type.”

“it’s good to know i can still surprise you, then.” his initial hesitance of which snack to choose immediately disappears as your face lights up when he slides the blue packet to you.

“i didn’t know they had these!” chishiya is unable to fully suppress his smile, allowing his lips to curl upwards slightly. “thank you.”

“i thought you would like them.”

“you know me so well,” you hum, opening the packet before holding out one for him. “want one?”

chishiya was right when he thought that he wouldn’t enjoy the artificial taste of the vanilla. but when you smile up at him, happily eating another, he realizes he’d be content to eat overly sweet cookies for the rest of his life - as long as it’s with you.

‧₊˚✩ arisu

constantly talking about you (pre-borderland au)

word count 425

“hey, check this out!” chota takes a packet of ramen from the shelf, holding it up. arisu squints, stepping forwards to read the words. the packaging is pink, decorated with a picture of the noodles and… strawberry?

karube reaches out to grab it, reading the words. “strawberry shortcake ramen?” he reads, raising an eyebrow at chota. “seriously?”

“why not?” chota shrugs, returning to look through the various options.

“sure, man,” karube chuckles. “whatever you want.”

arisu smiles, shaking his head. he picks out a bowl of instant ramen, tucking it in between his arm and holding it against his chest to cook later. from the corner of his eye, a different packet catches his eye. it’s spicy - spicier than he would normally eat. but it’s perfect for you. he doesn’t realize the small smile unconsciously spreading across his face as he imagines the scene.

going home to you after a day spent with chota and karube, pulling out the noodles, dancing around the kitchen together as you let them overcook on the stove, you teasing him as he tries to eat them and then has to desperately drink milk to soothe his burning mouth.

he’s brought back to reality when karube places a hand on his shoulder. he leans in with a raised eyebrow, kneeling down to be eye level with him. “are you crazy?” he teases, gesturing to the packet in arisu’s hand. “we all know you can’t eat that.”

“y/n will like it,” he says. he doesn’t notice the shared glance between chota and karube.

“wow, man, you’re whipped.” chota comments.

“seriously, i didn’t think it would get worse than that time he left in the middle of a match because y/n wanted to cuddle,” karube laughs.

arisu purses his lips, unable to deny their teasing. he knows he’s whipped, or a simp, or a dumb lovestruck fool, or whatever else people want to call him - but he doesn’t care. going home to you, kissing under your kitchen lights, falling asleep to a bad sitcom wrapped in your arms, it’s all worth it.

so instead of denying it or putting the ramen back, he lets them joke as he follows them to the register. he pays extra for the second packet before rejoining karube and chota by the window of the convenience store. “hey,” karube leans over to pat his shoulder. “in all seriousness, we’re glad you found someone like y/n. we’re proud of you.”

arisu smiles, refocusing on the bowl of instant ramen in front of him. “thank you.”

trusts you with his life

word count 701 got a little carried away whoops

usagi’s hand stays firmly on the boy’s shoulder, subtly standing in front of him. “don’t worry,” she whispers when she kneels down next to him. “i’ll protect you.” he nods a little before she stands up.

“we need to go,” you whisper. arisu nods, grabbing your hand as you follow usagi through the structure and up the stairs. other players chasing each other echo along the metal. arisu’s grip on your hand remains tight. he’s nervous- you can tell. he glances at you every now and then, pulling you through the different structures.

“queen’s turn ends. player’s turn begins.” the announcement chimes. you pant, leaning back against the metal. arisu never lets go of your hand, leaning down on his knees to catch his breath.

“we need to find the other players,” usagi says. “if we can convince them to help us then we can win this.” you nod, squeezing arisu’s hand. “let’s split up. we’ll find more people that way.”

“meet back here at every round.” arisu says. you note the area, before forcing yourself up, running off in search of the other players.

arisu curses as you follow him up the winding metal structures. it’s a dead end.you look down over the edge, and then over his shoulder. a chain hangs down from somewhere above. “you need to grab onto that chain,” you point. arisu looks at what you’re pointing at before looking back at you.

“are you crazy?”

“look, there’s nowhere else to go!” he seems unconvinced, looking down at the ground below. you reach over to hold his face in your hands, turning him to face you. “do you trust me?”

arisu nods immediately. “of course i do.”

“then i need you to grab onto the chain and swing. i’ll catch you, i promise.” he glances back at the chain before nodding.

“okay.”

the queen catches up to you seconds later, smirking as she pants. “looks like your luck has finally run out.” you push arisu behind you, standing between them.

“i wouldn’t call it luck.” she narrows her eyes at you, stepping closer. “arisu, now!”

he jumps off of the edge of the structure, grabbing onto the chain. you push the queen away, putting distance between yourself and her. you grab arisu when he swings back, helping him down from the chain as you begin running again.

once you’re sure you’ve lost the queen in the maze of her game, you give yourself a few minutes to relax. arisu leans back against the wall, panting. “thank you,” he whispers. you reach over to grab his hand, nodding.

you lean back against the metal railing for support. “this is the final round for the players,” the announcement chimes. “after this round, the game will end.” a man wearing a bike helmet nods at you before running off towards the left. you take his cue to go right, running to the area where you agreed to meet up with arisu and usagi, finding them already there. usagi pats your shoulder as you lean up to look up at arisu.

“there’s only two more players on the queen’s team,” she pants. “we can do this.” you nod, running through in search of any other players. you press the button on a man’s back, sending him to the ground from the shock. “sorry,” you whisper, kneeling down next to him to make sure he’s okay. you lean over the edge of the structure again, reading the scoreboard. 19 players vs. 01 queen. you let out a relieved sigh, making your way over to the area where you first entered the game.

a few other players are already there, standing around and watching the time tick down. the boy rushes over to your side, standing next to you. you place a hand on his shoulder, watching the timer. “it’ll be okay,” you whisper. he nods, eyes glued to the screen.

arisu rushes over to your side, quickly followed by usagi. he immediately pulls you into a quick hug. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close to you. “y/n,” he sighs. “i’m glad you’re okay.”

“me too,” you pant. he presses a quick kiss against your temple.

‧₊˚✩ kuina

doing everything for two

kuina sets the pot over the makeshift stove she created, using the fire to heat the water. a box of noodles sits beside her as she waits for it to boil. the store is almost eerily quiet, the flickering overhead lights being the only other source of noise.

word count 532 there are literally NO kuina gifs and it makes me so sad ://

she pulls her knees up to her chest as she waits. when the water becomes uninteresting, she finds herself staring at the picture she took from the wall of her mother’s hospital room. she remembers that day clearly, valuing it as one of the most important moments of her life. she was younger when her mother had first been diagnosed. she nervously clutched the straps of her bag as the nurse guided her to the room, leaving them alone in the room. she remembers how her mother had gasped, eyes welling with tears before she wrapped her into a hug for the first time in years, whispering about how she was a beautiful young woman.

kuina remembers calling you in her car immediately afterwards, happy tears rolling down her cheeks. she remembers the excitement in your voice as she told you the good news and the taste of the noodles you surprised her with when she arrived home. that was the night she fell in love with you.

she sighs, refocusing on the pot of water. it’s boiling now. she slowly pours the noodles in, stirring them around with a pair of wooden chopsticks she found in the hospital’s cafeteria. it’s only once they finish cooking and she fishes them out of the pot that she realizes she has too much food just for herself. she made enough for two. enough for you.

she curses the tears that build in her eyes. the hope of you being alive fades with each day, let alone being able to find you. a noise at the doors of the store startles her. her body stiffens, anxiously peeking behind a shelf to see who’s there.

the breath escapes her lungs when she does. bloodied, dirty, and standing on shaky knees, you stand there. you lean against the wall to catch your breath. kuina clambers to her feet, rushing over to you. “y/n?”

your eyes blink open at the mention of your name. your voice is breathless when you speak. “kuina?”

she runs to you, wrapping you into a hug. you’re quick to reciprocate, hiding your face into her shoulder. “i was so worried about you,” she whispers, pulling away enough to brush the hair out of your face. “how did you find me?”

“i figured you would go to the hospital. when you weren’t there, i thought i would check the grocery store next.” kuina doesn’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks until your hand brushes one away. “don’t cry, baby, i’m here.”

she smiles through the tears, nodding. “are you hurt?”

you shake your head. “i’m alright.”

kuina traces her hand along your jawline. she can’t wait any longer, pressing her lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you smile when she pulls away. “i made food. it’s your favorite.”

you press another peck against her lips, pulling her a little closer again. “thank you.”

always touching you

“hi,” you smile, lowering your head into a quick bow. they’re quick to reciprocate. “i’m l/n y/n.”

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“y/n,” kuina smiles, reaching out to grab your hand as you sit down beside her. there are two people sitting on the beach chair across from her. you recognize them as being the beach’s newest recruits.

“usagi yazuha,” the woman smiles. her hair is short, cut into a chin length bob. her forehead bangs frame her face nicely. she’s wearing a peach jacket and black biker shorts.

“arisu ryoehi.” his hair is longer than hers. he’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue swim trunks. they both look uncomfortable surrounded by the frenzy of drunk beach members.

“don’t worry,” kuina chuckles. “we don’t bite. there are drinks pretty much everywhere, and drugs, if you’re into that.”

“which games have you played?” you ask.

they detail how they first met during tag before meeting up again in a club game. kuina grows even closer to you through the course of the night as you laugh and joke around with your newfound friends. her arm interlinks with yours, body leaning into your side.

in the mix of shared drinks and laughter, she eventually ends up on your lap. you wrap your arm around her waist, both to hold her up as she leans against you and to keep her warm. you’re all too familiar of how cold the beach gets during the night, especially when your girlfriend is only wearing a bikini.

the night continues on, party raging around you. usagi had decided to find a room in the hotel once the ocean breeze became less of a slight annoyance and more of an unrelenting wind. the night continues to blur as kuina and arisu continue drinking and joking around together.

“you two are cute together,” arisu’s words slur together as he smiles at you. kuina reciprocates, taking another small sip of her beer.

“so are you two,” she smiles.

“ah, we’re not dating,” he sighs.

“really?” she cocks her head at him. “you should ask her out. she totally likes you!”

arisu nods to himself, contemplating. “maybe i will.”

“babe,” you whisper, running your hand against her side. “it’s getting late. we should head to bed.”

“you’re right,” she hums, finishing off the rest of her beer.

“i should probably get some sleep too.” arisu nods.

“the rooms are all unlocked. just pick one that’s empty. we don’t really keep track of room numbers or anything.” kuina wraps her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your chest.

“thanks,” arisu smiles. “it was nice meeting you guys.”

“you too!” kuina clings to you as you lift her body, carrying her away from the pool and into your shared room. you use your elbow to open the door before setting her body down on the bed. you set a bottle of water on the table beside her and prepare a trash can just in case before sliding underneath the covers beside her. “i love you,” she smiles, moving to lay on your chest. you pull the blanket up over her body, rubbing your hand against her back.

“i love you too.”

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writingpastmybedtime · 2 months

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Thunder Clatter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: A moment between Bucky and his lover.

Word Count: 411

Warnings: None.

Request: No.

The thunder clattered right in the middle of the horizon, casting a silvery light to reflect in the windows of the lake house. Y/N stood next to one of the wide casements, her hair cascading down her back in subtle waves.

“Are you coming back to bed?” A hoarse voice spoke, causing her to turn around. Y/N’s eyes fell on the man lying on haphazardly placed sheets, evidently due to their recent activities. His brown hair fell messily on his face; his eyes tired, yet filled with undying love for her.

She smiled softly, shaking her head before pulling his sweater closer to her skin. It smelled like him; it smelled like home.

“I like watching the night sky,” her eyes moved off the man, who was looking at her with a lovesick gaze, to the window.

“The thunder is dancing around the stars, and I don’t know if there’s anything more alluring than this.” She sighed deeply, enjoying the company of her lover, but already missing his enchanting touch.

As if her silent prayer had been answered, strong arms crept up around her waist, pulling her closer to a warm embrace. He placed chaste open-mouthed kisses on her neck, trailing up and down, making her let out a small moan.

She needed to be even closer to him, so Y/N turned around and captured his lips. He obliged immediately, pushing the smaller one against the window, making sure they were as close as possible.

His hands roamed her body as if he could never get enough of her. Their kisses were fast and passionate, filled with small moans and grunts. He placed his hand on her thighs, indicating that she should jump, which she did. He carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, as their tongues still fought for dominance.

Bucky placed Y/N on the soft mattress and he came up to lay on top of her. Their hands promptly found each other and intertwined. He finally tore his lips off hers and placed them on her neck, adding love bites next to the previous ones that had been made just mere hours ago. He left a trail of kisses along her neckline, before moving back up and reattaching their lips.

Another strike of thunder was heard when they interweaved their bodies yet again. The room was soon filled with passionate sighs and the couple knew that from now on, nothing could tear them apart.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fic

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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I Can't Lose When I'm With You

some short domestic leon fluffff bc this has been heavy on my mind

based on Snooze by SZA

gn!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 411

Warnings: none! :)

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The morning sun was just barely peeking through the curtains as you shifted in the bed, tugging the covers closer. Eyes still shut, you reached your arm out trying to find Leon in hopes of using his body heat to warm up since the comforter was just not cutting it. To your dismay the bed was empty. Your hand lay flat against the sheets as you contemplated where your boyfriend could've gone.

After taking a moment to wake up, you hoisted yourself and leaned against the headboard rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes skimmed the room for any hints of where Leon could've gone until you saw the cracked door to the bathroom. A small sliver of light just barely escaping into the dimly lit shared bedroom. Slipping off the bed you made your way towards the bathroom, quietly pushing the door open.

Leon’s back was towards you, his palms rested against the bathroom counter. A pair of gray sweatpants hugged his waist perfectly. Trying to be as quiet as possible you tip-toed across the cold tile floors as you approached him.

“Good morning,” he chuckled slightly, turning his head back to smile at you.

“Good morning,” you yawned and smiled back sleepily. Reaching Leon, you wrapped your arms around him connecting at his waist, resting your head on his back.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm very,”

“How’d you sleep,”

“Good, until I realized you were gone,” you squeezed his waist tighter, holding him closer to you. He let out a small laugh as he dragged his fingers slightly against your arm, sending a light chill down your spine. Leon peeled your arms off his waist and turned to face you, leaning now with back against the counter. He snuck his hands under the baggy shirt of his you had stolen. His thumbs rubbing small circles against your hips.

“Cute shirt, I wonder where you got it,” he titled his head as he smirked down at you.

“I don’t know, just kinda found it,” shrugging and playing clueless at how his shirt became yours.

“Looks better on you anyways,” he bent down, placing a slow kiss on your lips, lingering for a minute before he pulled away. He paused, craning his neck to peer out the window, “You want to go back to sleep? It's still early,”

Your hands rested on his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “and miss spending time with you? No way,”

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #re4 remake #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #re4 leon #resident evil leon

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devildomwriter · 1 year

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Obey Me Fun Facts 421-430

• Mammon once tried to sell some of Raphael’s feathers

• Solomon hates heat more than most people and hides in his room with the AC on most of the time

• If you aren’t careful with Satan’s tail you’ll injure yourself on its spikes

• Belphegor’s tail is states to have thorns here and there

• Levi once tried coining a special phrase when he transformed into his demon form

• Barbatos thinks Mammon’s human world look is peculiar and sloppy

• Barbatos’s human world necklace might be magical since the shop he got it from was introduced by Solomon

• Beel’s favorite music is the song in the commercial for Hell’s Burger

• Diavolo believes Satan only using one sleeve is his way of rebelling

• Mammon has on occasion watched fashion shows put on by Asmodeus but refuses to do it again

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#obey me shall we date #obey me fun facts #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me raphael #obey me solomon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos

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ivorydragoness44 · 3 months

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Seth Clearwater x Reader: Couch Cushion

Word Count: 411 Summary: The Reader is very sleepy, nearly exhausted from not sleeping too well. After they doze off for a while, they wake up to find Seth snuggling with them. Will they find a solution to their recent lack of sleep?

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The clock displayed the time: a little after three. If it were three in the morning, you would have been happier. You would have welcomed sleep with open arms. However, it was three in the afternoon. At least it was the weekend. The need for sleep gently pulled your eyelids closed. You fought it off each time. But the comfort of the couch and the relaxation that you finally felt was the perfect combination. And soon, you gave up. Giving in to the notion that your mundane plans would have to wait a little while longer.

All too soon, your eyes opened. If not for your eyes locking with the little hands on the clock, you could have sworn that sleep had been merely a tease. But time had passed. Thankfully, no so much as to overwhelm you with a rush of needs to be done. A difference had been made during your short slumber. Warmth. Wiggling your fingers, they padded over a plush blanket. One that you were certain had been in another room entirely. But, blanket aside, your back was much warmer than the rest of your body. There could only be one portable heater that could emit such warmth.

“Seth?” “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice was small, but very close. “No,” you assured, “I probably would’ve woken up anyway.” Seth nuzzled his face into the crock of your neck. “You’d think you were the one going on patrols at night,” he teased lightly. “I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s subconscious. I’ve just been waking up every time I hear even the faintest howl. It hasn’t happened before.” Snuggling back into him, you pulled the hem of the blanket up closer. “Maybe you just like to listen to the howls so much that you don’t want to miss a single one? Even if you’re sleeping.” You gave a short laugh. “I guess I could try listening to music instead. It’s either that, or psych myself out of it.” “Yeah,” he agreed. “I don’t think it will last forever. But I’ll bring it up to Leah and Jacob. Maybe we can get everybody to be a little more quiet. If only for a few days.” “Thanks.” Seth pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and held you tighter to him. “It’s not like you all can’t just talk with your minds, you know,” you added, making Seth chuckle. “We’re just a talkative bunch, I guess.”

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Thank you for reading! If you would like to read more Seth Clearwater fanfictions, check out the pinned post on my blog: Masterlist of Masterlists.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater fanfic #seth clearwater fanfiction #seth clearwater insert reader #the twilight saga #the twilight saga fanfiction #twilight saga #ivorydragoness44

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chocotonez · 1 year

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skz w/ a female ninth member (that’s u. :>)

a/n: I’m so sorry you’ve waited for so long lovie, also sorry there’s like no angst in here because we’re here for platonic fun times

cw/genre: fluff, headcanon format, swearing, very brief mentions of criticism towards reader, vague mentions of intimacy (conversations about consent and boundaries), lmk if anything else should be tagged!

-OKAY WHOOHOO

-first of all I can definitely see them both admiring you and coddling you

-they also love teaching you new things but learning from you too

-like being more exposed to feminine aspects of life if that makes sense? obviously they know self care better than most due to their skincare and hygiene regiments but you make it more interesting teehee

-Chan asks u to help him paint his nails and Han adores when you doodle on his face with makeup/eyeliner/lipsticks

-they also try to learn how to be better from you, being a better person and yknow…be a better man (obvs they know their manners but they go from 10/10 gentlemen to 11/10 gentlemen)

-out of habit seungmin always looks over to you during fan signs when a male fan appears

-same with Chan who triple checks your name on Twitter so he can blacklist anyone being weird, you’re like stray kids’ baby and mother hen at the same time

-always calls ppl out on their bullshit if they treat you differently for being girl, whether it be backhanded comments or straight up underestimating you

-you get a room to yourself and if you guys are hanging out and cuddling they’ll always ask, “hey is this ok?? you okay?”

-hyunjin is very emotionally in tune with you just because that’s how he is, so obvs he understands being scared of living w eight other men so they do their best to make u feel welcome and comfortable :)

-when a member grows out their hair for a comeback you like to braid or decorate it while watching TV

-you always end up teasing members if they get into any sort of relationship scandals or dating scandals LOL

-“so…felix, what are your feelings on *idol name*?” and he’s just blushing at the dining table hehehe

-but they also try their best to be there for you, if you have any feelings for another male idol they’ll give you the 411 on the situation hehe

-backstage seungmin just giving aggressive eye contact at the person of your affections

-“no trust me y/n they’ll receive the request for their number telepathically” “you’re going to get security called on us”

-they consider you family at this point they love you sm

-and they always want you to know that they have your back too like??

-they’ll hype up your fancams and always get rid of your nerves or anxieties

-gossiping with lee know at two in the morning when you both can’t sleep

-watching hyunjin paint and him sketching you in the corner of the canvas

-you’ve just become which an integral part of the family they couldn’t imagine life without you

-you’re not just the “female member” of stray kids, you’re just a member or stray kids :)

-hopefully that makes sense

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff

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smartycvnt · 5 months

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No Future

Title: No Future

Pairing: Shawn Michaels x Reader

Word Count: 411

Shawn had won his WrestleMania match, but he questioned what the cost was. It was an honor to retire one of his heroes and mentors, but it was easy to see how the guilt ate at him. Y/n knew that Shawn would pretend it was all okay to save face, but he fell apart the moment he thought nobody was watching. That was why she had come over to sit and talk with him, despite her brain screaming at her to stay away from him.

"Hey Shawn," Y/n said as she sat down next to him.

"Y/n, I didn't think you'd be here tonight." Shawn suddenly sat up a bit straighter and wiped at his eyes. "It's been a long time. I haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been busy. That was a great match, I doubt Ric would have let anybody else retire him," Y/n said with a soft smile. Shawn let her place her hand on his forearm as she moved a little closer. He hoped that she'd kiss him, but he also knew there was no chance. Shawn had fucked up and driven Y/n out of the business that had been her birthright.

"Thank you. I never thought this day would come. I mean, he's Ric Flair, he was supposed to keep going forever." Shawn sounded conflicted. He was honored to be put in the position that he was, but it still felt wrong. If anybody deserved to take a break, it had to be Ric. Shawn couldn't imagine going for that long, his body was already starting to break down on him.

"You should go be with everybody else. I'm sure that they want you at the party," Y/n said. Shawn watched as she stood up from her seat.

"Don't go, I need you," Shawn said sadly. Y/n sighed as she shook her head at him. "Why do you always do this to me?"

"Because if I don't leave quickly, then I'll want to stay forever. You said it yourself Shawn, there's no room for me to be in your life permanently. It's better to walk away than overstay my welcome," Y/n reasoned. Shawn watched as Y/n left him there by himself. It hurt worse than anything else that he'd been through that night, but he couldn't complain. He had been the one to tell Y/n that they had no future together in the first place.

#one shot #my writing #wwe x reader #wwe #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar

Pairing - Johnny Joestar x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frfr

Word Count - 411

Notes - (image below not mine) seriously obsessed with this. it's super nice to write for myself for a little bit, so it may be a while before i open requests again, especailly with finals coming up soon. matchups are opening on saturday up to 10 people and it's first come first serve :) hope everyone is well and staying hydrated! <333

Johnny woke up to find your cheek pressed against his bare chest, your face covered in his blue lipstick.

He stretched, noticing his hair was out of his signature little bandanna and definitely a mess.

It was already getting warm outside, Johnny could feel that even from inside of a tent. The desert in America was something else. You two definitely needed to head out soon 1. before Gyro could get on both of your asses about sleeping in, and 2. to get further in the race and hopefully find a nice place to stay in the shade before it gets too hot.

"y/n," Johnny poked your cheek, making your nose scrunch. "y/n, wake up."

You pushed his hand away and turned away from him, still cuddled on his chest.

"I'm serious, y/n. It'll get hot outside before we know it."

"Just five more minutes." Your voice was tired and small as you pulled the blanket away from Johnny and onto your body, wrapping yourself up like a little caterpillar.

"Gyro's gonna yell at us." Johnny's voice sounded pouty, his southern accent seeming really thick.

"I don't care." You muffled your voice under your blanket and Johnny stood up, putting on a shirt.

"Fine then, if you're so keen on sleepin' I'll just be on my way then."

"Okay then. I'll see you later."

"Baby," his voice sounded even more pouty as he tried to pull you out of the blanket. "You were supposed to spike up and get ready to head out."

"I still have 2 and a half minutes, bub."

You both jumped, hearing the sound of Gyro throw down a bag in your tent. "Are we leavin' or am I gonna have to leave y'all behind?"

You peeked your head out of the blanket and Gyro immediately burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?!" You sat up, not caring that your white tank top was a little lopsided.

"Damn, so that's what I heard last night!" Gyro said through laughter pointing at your lipstick covered face.

You and Johnny both blushed, pushing Gyro out of the room.

"Dammit Gyro," Johnny was struggling to push Gyro's laughing figure out of your tent. "Do ya gotta ruin everything?!"

Gyro just kept laughing, wiping a tear from his eye, before leaving the tent on his own accord. "Y'all better hurry up though, or I'm gonna leave without ya."

Well, you had to admit that that sure got you up.

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stvnszlr · 2 months

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a short mcadler request for my dear friend @popcorn-adler !! something i’ve had in my drafts for a while with no reason to publish — until now !

essentially steven falls asleep on top of duff and it’s awfully sweet and soft and relaxing ^_^

steven adler + duff mckagan , fluff ( 411 words )

Duff was trapped.

Surprisingly, he was also content. In fact, he rather didn’t want to move from the position he was currently stuck in.

The bassist was occupying one of the many expensive couches in the third sitting room of Slash’s new house. Mansion, more like. People, noise, and a general thrum of energy surrounded him, nearly all of the bodies sitting or standing nearby far past well-drunk. Himself included, but what did one more matter amongst many?

His long legs were stretched out across the length of the couch, his back still upright against one arm of the sofa. There was barely enough room for the girl sitting by his boot-covered feet to fit half her ass on the cushion.

Not that Duff was paying much attention to her, anyway.

No, Duff was quite preoccupied with another warm body pressed on top of him. A certain blond haired, round-nosed, sleepy eyed drummer had taken up residence on Duff’s lap at least an hour ago, and by now was fully laid out with Duff as his mattress.

Steven’s legs were entwined with Duff’s, his head resting on the plush part of Duff’s stomach just below his ribs. The younger’s face was half buried in Duff’s ratty tank top, his fingers loosely grasping the fabric to keep himself tethered to his bassist. His long eyelashes fluttered gently against his cheeks, his mouth open slightly and eyes closed in a light but restful slumber.

There was no way Duff could even think about moving. And risk disturbing Steven? The drummer’s little snores and twitches were too adorable to consider waking him from what seemed to be much-needed sleep.

One of Duff’s hands rested on top of Steven’s head, fingers deeply tangled in the ratty nest of curls Steven kept so effortlessly messy. His fingertips had been scratching gently at the smaller boy’s scalp, mindlessly lulling him into a drowsier state until Steven fell fully asleep. His hand remained as a comforting, reassuring weight, even after his joints had cramped and grown weary from movement.

Duff let out a small hum of pleasure as his blurry gaze drifted down to the boy in his lap once again. He couldn’t help the tease of a smile pulling up the corners of his lips at the sight— Steven’s relaxed expression and innocent appearance were incredibly endearing.

Duff felt quite lucky to be the one providing Steven protection and comfort while he dozed.

#mcadler #what can i say what can i sayyyyy !!#even duff knows steven is fucking adorable #gnr #guns n roses #steven adler #duff mckagan #steven gnr #duff gnr #steven adler x duff mckagan #duff mckagan x steven adler #guns n roses fanfic #saz requests !

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Can you write something with Chris Evans on Thanksgiving and the reader is his best friend and is into him. You can decide if fluff or smut. 🥰

And sorry for my English. It is Not my native Language 🙈🤗

Wanting You

a/n: This is more fluffy-angsty. I really hope that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

"So you're gonna tell him?"

"What? I don't know. I highly doubt it, Scott."

"Why not? A mini road trip through the country to my mom's house for a holiday party couldn't be more perfect!"

"This is your brother we're talking about. The Chris Evans. Take all that celebrity shit away and he's still a guy who's not in my league. Or more I'm not in his."

"But you don't knowww that, Y/n."

"Has he said something or something? Is that why you're pushing this so hard?"

"He hasn't said anything, Love. But if I know Chris, he doesn't have to."

"Ugh! You are no help. What kind of infomant are you?"

"A pro bono one."

"I hate you."

"I love you too. Just hurry up and get here!"

"I will! He's on his way."

"Okay. See you when you get here. Tell him!"

"Bye Scott!"

You were putting the last finishing touches on your makeup when your phone started to vibrate,

"Hello?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fucker!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you jackwagon! Are you here?"

"Rounding the corner now."

"Perfect. See you in a sec," you hung up the phone and went to grab your light brown coat. When you opened the door to your apartment, Chris pulled up a second later. He got out of the car and your heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a dark sweater and dark jeans with his hair perfectly set. His Rolex was on perfect display and the Raybans sat flawlessly on the bridge of his nose. What got you though was the chain around his neck that swayed with every step. Chris Evans never let it be forgotten that he is that bitch.

Chris rounded to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you,

"Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kid," he said bringing you in for a hug.

Kid. The nickname you dreaded because a man like that doesn't want someone with 'kid' attatched to their name. He wants a woman and that's what you are. You two get in the car and drive off to his mom's house.

"So what have you been up to. Give me the deets. The 411."

"Ew, Chris don't say that haha!"

"Whaat? I'm hip."

"Hip people don't say 'hip'."

"Seriously. How ya been, Y/n?" He asked turning to you for half a second,

"Honestly, stressed. I just had midterms and now I have to study for finals. On top of that they raised my rent. It's only $100, but still. When you don't have it..." you said shaking your head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having money problems?"

"Because it's not your problem, Chris."

"But it can be."

Did he just? Wait, have to be sure,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been there for me in my darkest hours. Whether it's prepping for a new role or being a better agent than my actual agent. You know me better than anyone and I hate that I can't be there for you. Or wasn't allowed to be there. Just don't hold out on me."

"Damn, Evans. I might actually take you up on that."

He chuckled and squeezed your left knee. The friendly act sent chills down your spine and your blood run cold. It's been so long since you felt like this for someone because he was right, you did know him better than anyone. There's no denying the way you two flow in sync so effortlessly.

You and Chris continued to catch up and honestly gossip a bit until you reached his moms,

"Y/n! Hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

"Hey Lisa! Thank you!"

"How are you, Sweetheart? It's been so long," she said helping you remove your coat.

"Too long! And I've been okay!"

You take a couple more steps in and walk to the left where the family was. The living room was filled with scents of amazing Thanksgiving food and decor. Turkey, macaroni and cheese, and so many sides that you were sure to be eating leftovers for a week. It made your belly rumble in hunger, but you knew Lisa most likely needed help. Your favorite smell, however, was the apple cinnamon candle Lisa had been lighting since you met her.

After mingling with his family, you walked into the kitchen and Chris stayed to finish catching up in the living room. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him do his "monster voice" and the shrieks and giggles of the kids that were there.

You, Carly and Lisa were all laughing, drinking and cooking when Chris came in just to bug. Lisa slapped his hand away from taking one of the cookies and he gave massive bear hugs all around. He tickled Carly but let his arm linger on your shoulder for longer than normal. When you looked up at him, all he did was smile and wink at you before victoriously sntaching a cookie and running off to watch Football.

Carly and Lisa went to entertain while you agreed to stay and watch the food. You heard the doorbell ring while you were away and a slight uproar of excitement. Scott was laughing fakely when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later,

"Bitch."

"What? What happened?"

"Don't freak out, but Lucy is here."

"Lucy..."

"Chris' ex girlfriend! The one he was with and only broke up with because he was moving to LA!"

"She's here!?"

"Yes! I had no idea my mom invited her. I would've given you a heads up," he said placing a hand on your back. He went back to the living room festivities and left you to hang your head low. How would compete with a ex who is only an ex because of location difficulties? You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Chris' imfamous laugh. You peek your head from the kitchen and see them buddied up together on the couch.

You instantly took the bottle of wine and refilled your glass. This was going to be a long night.

More and more of his family started pouring in and you'd be lying if you said you didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but the level of comfort you had around these people was unmatched.

It was finally time for dinner when the whole family gathered around the table. Grace was said, the children were served and you took a seat next to Chris and Lisa.

You had two more glasses of wine during your meal before going and grabbing the other plate of rolls for the table and taking your plate to the sink. When you returned, Lucy had mirgrated to your seat and Chris was whispering in her ear. You had stopped in just enough time for no one else to see you stare them down. It wasn't until he whispered something and smirked that you rolled your eyes.

You sat next to Scott on the opposite side of the table and now it was his turn to squeeze your leg in comfort. You took in the time to soak her in up close. Her wavy brown hair and piercing deep blue eyes was exactly what you thought of when you heard of a Chris Evans ex girlfriend. She was taller than you thought and looked very well put together. Like she had her shit on lock.

You continued to drink, trying to ignore the lovebirds kee-keeing right across from you when Lisa pipped up,

"So Lucy, what is new with you? You look good."

"Oh thank you, Lisa. I've been great! Working and selling house after house-"

"And apparently looking good doing it," Chris whispered to her. She giggled while slapping his arm and turning back to his mom. You rolled your eyes hard and took another sip. Chris peeked it and furrowed his brow before tuning back into Lucy.

Everyone moved to the living room for dessert and those two carried on. Scott and the wine were your best friends that night since yours was preoccupied. You know it was stupid to feel jealous because Chris didn't even know you liked him so how is that fair?

When you saw him place a kiss to her cheek, you lost it. Mind you, it was probably the alcohol but still an outburst ensued,

“Chris!” you shouted as you stood. All eyes were suddenly on you, “will you help me with something real quick?” He nodded and rubbed her thigh while mouthing he’ll be back. When he stood, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

All you heard him say was “Naughty, naughty” is a sing song voice,

“Today, Chris.” He gave you a “What the Fuck” look when you two walked off from the crowd,

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing. You can just canoodle with I Love Lucy later," you said turning to walk off.

"Hey. Stop," he said following you to the next room, "What's your deal with Lucy? You've been giving her dirty looks all night."

"Believe me when I say I haven't," you rolled you eyes once more.

"There! There are those fucking eyes. Look I know you're drunk, but that doesn't give you the right-"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk! I'm fine, Chris. Everything is fine! I'm fine, Lucy is fine, you're fine. We're all fine!"

"Kid, what is going on with you?"

"Ugh! I'm not a fucking kid! I pay taxes, I pay rent and I give a killer blowjob!" Chris' eyebrows went up, "What don't you see in me? I've been right here. I know all your shit and I handle some of it myself. What more could you want?!"

The words were just slurring out at this point with no end in sight.

"Y/n, let's not do this here, okay? You're drunk and you're just saying things." He started to walk away and was almost fully in the living room. You of course chased after him,

"Why are you disregarding my feelings?"

'What feelings?!"

"For you! My feeling for you!"

"Chris?" Lisa said.

The two of you looked at each other before realizing you were back in front of everyone.

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

“Ha ha ha. She’s fiiiine. I think someone is a bit of a lightweight.” Scott tried to cover the awkwardness, "Why don't I take her to lie down." He quickly pushed past Chris and ushered you to the den. He sat with you while you nursed your water for a little bit until you were okay to be alone.

You had been by yourself for about 5 minutes when Chris walked in with his hands in his pockets. You groaned and reached out your hands wanting him to come join you on the couch. Chris gave you a little laugh watching your arms stick out in a childlike manner for him. He lifted the blanket covering your legs to join you on the couch. He put your legs in his lap and tapped on them gently,

"You know I love you, right?"

"Just not in love with me..." you said quietly.

Chris took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, looking deep in your eyes. His arm wrapped around you shoulder pulling you into his side. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead and lingered his lips on the soft skin,

"It's just not our time, Kid. I've thought about it. For years I've thought about you, but I can't just thrust you into my other life which happens to be the biggest one. It's not fair to you and I'll be dammed if I lose you, Y/n. I love you."

All you could do was nod and wipe a falling tear,

"I love you too," you whispered out. He leaned in more and you sat up to meet him for a hug.

"Awww is everything okay now?" Scott asked, entering the room with his mouth full of thirds.

"Absolutely perfect," Chris said sending you a smile and a wink.

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