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we've reached 500 which is crazy🤭 in honor of that fact, i am taking all manner of spencer and aaron requests. see you soon then✨

I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'

'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he dropped a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'

'i'm happy to cook for you love.'

'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'

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Have a great dayy

only if you do too, promise?

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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'

'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he drops a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'

'i'm happy to cook for you love.'

'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'

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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'

'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he drops a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'

'i'm happy to cook for you love.'

'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'

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Hey! Long time no write..or read lol. Hope you've been okay. Could I request jungkook, some angst with a fluffy end! Thanks😊

if it’s too much.

jungkook x reader

angst. fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

446.

'then why don't you go?! just go!'

your boyfriend closed his eyes as you screamed at him, the way he often did in an effort to contain his anger. but this wasn't a missed step at dance practice, or a beat that didn't hit just right, or even a note he just couldn't hit. 

this was a year, 5 months, and 27 days and he was worried when he opened his eyes they would all be for naught. 

'_____' 

'go jungkook.' 

your use of his name caught his attention and so did your tear stained cheeks. when had you started crying this way? he touched his own cheek, when had he? 

'please-' 

your answer was the front door, swung open waiting for him to walk through it. 

|| 

you sat on the couch, as you had been since jungkook left 43 minutes earlier. it was impossible to stop replaying the events that had brought you here. were you overreacting? was he? was it over? was there even anything left to save? your phone lit up on the coffee table and you leaned forward from your fetal position. 

tae; he left his phone. 

tae; if it's too much i can get it 

you; no don't be ridiculous, this is his apartment. tell him to give me an hour, he can have it all back. 

it only took you 47 minutes to pack your two drawers, few hangers in the closet, and toiletries. thank god you hadn't turned in your lease cancellation notice, maybe they'd allow month to month until you could find something back home. it was these thoughts of what the fuck you were gonna do now that distracted you enough not to hear to the frantic swinging of the door and rushed footsteps. you smelled him before you saw him. cotton, linen, fresh rain, and home, always home. 

'i'm almost done.' 

'no you're not.' 

you sighed and looked up, "jungkook-" 

his lips were on yours before you could break the two of you in two any further. and it's that the kiss wasn't rushed, wasn't domineering, that had new tears forming. because it said something about jungkook and his confidence in your relationship. he didn't need to hurry, because he wasn't letting you go. a conversation would need to be had but it could wait. he pulled back and wiped your eyes with his thumbs, you did the same for him. 

'do you know-can you try to understand how much i love you?' 

you sniffled, nodding. 'i love you so much kookie.' 

he smiled, relief. he kissed you again, and again, and again. variations of the promise 'we'll figure it out' pressed against your lips.

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Hey! Long time no write..or read lol. Hope you've been okay. Could I request jungkook, some angst with a fluffy end! Thanks😊

if it���s too much.

jungkook x reader

angst. fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

446.

'then why don't you go?! just go!'

your boyfriend closed his eyes as you screamed at him, the way he often did in an effort to contain his anger. but this wasn't a missed step at dance practice, or a beat that didn't hit just right, or even a note he just couldn't hit. 

this was a year, 5 months, and 27 days and he was worried when he opened his eyes they would all be for naught. 

'_____' 

'go jungkook.' 

your use of his name caught his attention and so did your tear stained cheeks. when had you started crying this way? he touched his own cheek, when had he? 

'please-' 

your answer was the front door, swung open waiting for him to walk through it. 

|| 

you sat on the couch, as you had been since jungkook left 43 minutes earlier. it was impossible to stop replaying the events that had brought you here. were you overreacting? was he? was it over? was there even anything left to save? your phone lit up on the coffee table and you leaned forward from your fetal position. 

tae; he left his phone. 

tae; if it's too much i can get it 

you; no don't be ridiculous, this is his apartment. tell him to give me an hour, he can have it all back. 

it only took you 47 minutes to pack your two drawers, few hangers in the closet, and toiletries. thank god you hadn't turned in your lease cancellation notice, maybe they'd allow month to month until you could find something back home. it was these thoughts of what the fuck you were gonna do now that distracted you enough not to hear to the frantic swinging of the door and rushed footsteps. you smelled him before you saw him. cotton, linen, fresh rain, and home, always home. 

'i'm almost done.' 

'no you're not.' 

you sighed and looked up, "jungkook-" 

his lips were on yours before you could break the two of you in two any further. and it's that the kiss wasn't rushed, wasn't domineering, that had new tears forming. because it said something about jungkook and his confidence in your relationship. he didn't need to hurry, because he wasn't letting you go. a conversation would need to be had but it could wait. he pulled back and wiped your eyes with his thumbs, you did the same for him. 

'do you know-can you try to understand how much i love you?' 

you sniffled, nodding. 'i love you so much kookie.' 

he smiled, relief. he kissed you again, and again, and again. variations of the promise 'we'll figure it out' pressed against your lips.

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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

"and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good."

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

"is that it?" you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. "i guess so. maybe that's it." he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

"how'd you know i was at that part?" spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

"aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines." you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

"and what look is that?" spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. "i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy."

"not crazy." spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he drops a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. "thank you."

"i'm happy to cook for you love."

"not for that," he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, "well yes for that but thank you," he looked up at you, "for seeing me."

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. "i'm happy to see you love."

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Hey!! Have a good day

only if you promise to have one too.

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I CANNOT get cooking for Spence out of my headdddd!!! Like imagine just cooking for him while he sits at the table reading a book or standing behind you, looking at the dishes you have going on the stove!!!!! Just so much domestic fluffff!!! I KNOW he tears up every once in a while when he realizes how much reader loves him and shows it through food and making sure he’s being well fed!!!

bucatini.

spencer x reader

the fluffiest fluff.

please see copyright warning in the masterlist. inspiration is creation, impersonation is criminal.

495.

'and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.'

spencer looked up, his glasses having fallen just slightly when he'd been bent over, were now perched just on the edge of his nose. and even though you hadn't turned from the bucantini, you still knew that to be true.

you lifted the pan off the burner, extinguishing the flame and setting it aside to thicken further while you moved to grating the parmesan.

'is that it?' you finished your earlier quote.

looking up from the mini pile of cheese snow you saw spencer then. leaned against the counter, page 678 still open in his right hand, his thumb keeping the book from closing completely, the glasses still on the edge of his nose.

a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you. 'i guess so. maybe that's it.' he recited the next line from memory. a feat his eidetic mind could've done even if east of eden's cover hadn't been worn down, a hazard of being one of his favourites.

you gave him a small smile too, turning back to add the pasta to the sauce, before moving to plate the meal.

you heard spencer close the book and set it down. then a small huff of sounds as he leaned off the counter to help you carry the plates to the table.

'how'd you know i was at that part?' spencer asked, waiting a few beats before he came behind you to reach for the wine glasses he always put away just a hair too high. one part the way your body looked reaching for them, two parts the feeling he got knowing you needed his help, needed him.

'aside from nearly being done the book, you always get this look on your face when you get to those lines.' you answered, taking the glasses from his hands.

'and what look is that?' spencer wondered as he pulled your favourite red from the fridge.

you shrugged, a small smile on your face as you recalled the way he looked just a few moments before. 'i don't know, just, you. just completely absorbed. like you know the ending is coming. not because you've read it a million times or because the pages are drying up, like a knots being tied and you can feel things wrapping up and you're at a kind of peace. i know that sounds crazy.'

'not crazy.' spencer assured you, filling both your glasses, he dropped a soft barely there and yet somehow unmissable kiss on your cheek. 'thank you.'

'i'm happy to cook for you love.'

'not for that,' he huffed as he plopped into his seat, pausing as he reached for his fork, 'well yes for that but thank you,' he looked up at you, 'for seeing me.'

you smiled, reaching across your small table, lifting his glasses just slightly, and wiping the few tears brimming. 'i'm happy to see you love.'

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Hey are you still taking requests ?

hit me with your best shot.

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...is this thing on? it's been ages hasn't it. well soon is relative, and maybe i'm not "back", but i'm here. and i need a little outlet. so asks are open, request all the things. well all the got7, bts, spencer reid things.

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shinee love is in jinki’s hand spotting taemin until he lands safely during everybody, and it’s minho saving each member in his contacts as ‘my beloved’ because that’s what he saves his family as, and it’s jinki and jonghyun wearing official merch to taemin’s first solo concert, and it’s kibum’s portrait of the five of them hanging at the head of his bed, and it’s in taemin’s laughter as he told jinki he had found the hat he was looking for 7 years ago at his house, and it’s jonghyun waking the other members up in the middle of the night so they could all watch a meteor shower, and it’s inside kibum’s polaroid photo albums, and it’s minho flying to japan to watch taemin’s concert and then flying right back to watch kibum’s solo debut showcase, and it’s jonghyun picking out the o j k m t pendants in a souvenir shop, and it’s taemin saying shinee feels like home, and it’s all of minho’s surprise visits to jonghyun’s blue night, and it’s in the middle of the group hug when they won artist of the year, and it’s the discussions they’ve had and compromises they’ve made as a team behind the scenes, and it’s 14 anniversaries, and it’s them picking shinee again as long as it’s the five of them

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perfect example as to why i keep all my characters black/poc.. we wanna be yn too 🥲

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uhm..

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So you don't like white people?

Y'all not my favs for sure

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DEREK CHAUVIN GUILTY OF ALL THREE CHARGES, SECOND DEGREE MURDER, THIRD DEGREE MURDER, AND SECOND DEGREE MANSLAUGHTER