#Enjoy all of this shameless fluff ❤️

[spiceofvy]

Hi! Can I please request relationship headcanons for BTS members with a non celebrity, female reader? Thank you ❤️

BTS - Dating a non celebrity

a/n: omg this is my first time writing about the vocal line, so i'm kinda nervous right now, but also i really like how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy it too! also i'm super sorry but i totally forgot that you asked for a fem!reader. the headcanons honestly wouldn't have been any different except for me using gendered language anyway. so i hope you still like it!

cws: sfw, gender neutral reader, fluff, nothing to note here tbh, except for one (1) slightly sexual line (hoseok ofc)

Seokjin: No matter how many prizes he wins, how much the newspapers praise him, at the end of the day the only compliments that matter to him are those coming from you. He wants to hear how much you love his voice, how good he looked, how amazed you were by his performance. He's only satisfied with his work when you declare how utterly and irrevocably in love you are with him. But don't worry, he will return all this love whenever he can, calling you the cutest nicknames, cooking for you whenever you want and believe me when I tell you that this man will show you off to everyone. He wants everyone to know how amazing you are and that you are his to love.

Hoseok: Hoseok sees his main goal in being your boyfriend and an idol in being able to spoil you rotten. Shirts from his favorite designers, tailored jeans to make sure that you legs always look perfect, the most expensive shoes you've ever worn. What's the point in being rich if he doesn't spend the money on you? And you really can't get him to stop, even if you make more money than him. He will still feel the need to spoil you. And of course drown you in compliments. Tracing his hands over your body as you try on some tight clothes, making sure they highlight all his favorite parts of you. Just to rip those clothes off of you at home later.

Yoongi: I know it's a cliche, but he writes love songs about you. And sad songs when he misses you on tour. And happy songs when he sees you sleep on the couch on the studio, feeling completely at peace with him. He just writes a lot of songs about you. You are his inspiration and his muse. Many of those songs never get released, they stay between the two of you, shared during emotional moments, followed by soft talking and sweet kisses. You are also Holly's co-parent. And in almost every photo Yoongi has in his Holly-Journal. He doesn't mind keeping you away from the public, unless it's about the basketball games he gets invited to, especially if you also love the game. He is pretty sad about not being able to also share this passion of his with you.

Namjoon: He is obsessed with your normal day to day life. Which he honestly misses a lot. Please tell him about your run to the grocery store, how overrun the subway was, the cute dog you saw today. He loves to hear about it all and will never get tired of hearing you talk about your day. He sometimes just wants to take you on walks through the city, but due to his popularity it's really hard. So he just schedules those walks to the night, when it's raining and the streets are empty. He also low key posts you on his insta. He is the king of soft launching. There are your shoes in the background, two bowls of food on the table, a sweater he's never seen wearing before on the couch, a shadow in the mirror in the background. It's his favorite little game, how well he can hide you in open sight.

Jimin: You are his number one tripod for his content. He 100 percent trusts you vision when it comes to filming his dance videos or taking his photos. Even if you have no former experience in those areas. He also takes you everywhere! This man is absolutely shameless in taking you to work with him. He doesn't even care if his explanations, why he needs you at set with him all the time are not making sense. He introduced you at one photoshoot first as his personal assistant in addition to his actual assistant, later as his translator the shooting was in korea so no need for a translator and his emotional support human okay this was probably a joke on his side. No one ever dares to object anyways. Including those times when he uses his times with highly ranked stylists to get you set up with some pretty new clothes instead of preparing for his upcoming comeback.

Taehyung: He is in desperate need for a calm spot of comfort in his life and you are that to him. Far away from all the hectic that comes with being an Idol you are his home and the place where he can 100 percent be himself. After a long day he loves nothing more than to fall onto the couch next to you and hug you tightly until he falls asleep. As you talk about your day, petting his soft hair. When he can't come home to you, he calls you in the evening when he is in bed at some hotel on the other side of the world. Just needing to hear your voice to finally calm his mind. Additionally Yeontan loves you almost as much as he loves Tae so you are the perfect dog sitter, and yes this includes managing the scheduled facetimes between the two of them when Tae is on tour.

Jungkook: Please note that he will kick you out of whatever room he wants to stream in, when he streams. Your shared apartment? No it's his personal filming studio and you live in it. I hope you are good at turning off cameras without being visible on them, because that is your job whenever he falls asleep on the camera. But all jokes aside he is always so excited to come to you after streams, asking if you watched it. You didn't need to, because you could hear him in the next room over, but just say yes, because he loooves you validation. "Did you like that photoshoot I did? What do you think about my dancing in that tiktok? Did I sound good during that performances?" It's almost as bad as Jin but Jungkook pairs it with his huge pretty puppy eyes, tearing into your soul. Also, he will tease you with his song lyrics, especially the spicy ones. Just to get really flustered by your answer afterwards.

[marchiekana]

I think your requests are open ? I rarely ever ask anything so I have no idea on how it works. My request though is about an s/o with an above average body heat, a literal heater with Tingyun Kafka and if possible Serval. Have a nice day pal.

Ahhhh that would be soo cute!! But here you go, I hope you like it!

Your warmth.

Kafka x reader

Tingyun x reader

Serval x reader

Stelle x reader

Added Stelle cuz she my skrunkly- wunkly-dumpster diving, trash eating, little gremlin racoon♡

✨ fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationships, kisses mwah mwah

Requests are open

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Kafka

Kafka is in LOVE. Why wouldn't she be? You're basically her very own little personal heater❤️.

After a mission or a rough day she'd be right by your side, hugging you like her life depends on it. And who are you to refuse?(you better not.)

Kafka is definitely a clingy women. So every chance she gets she's either holding your hands or clinging on to you. She lets herself relax as she basks in your warmth. A light and happy feeling coursing through her as she does so.

And this women is SHAMELESS. She'll be touching you all the time. Be it your hands or your thighs or anywhere in that matter. She just needs to have her hands on you. Your so warm and nice and warm and fuzzy and warm. She just loves you too much😔

So much for a so called criminal huh🙁

Tingyun

The weather on the Xianzhou was always perfect. But that didn't stop her. Oh not at all.

She'd probably like lying her head on your tummy or your chest as she goes on spilling all the tea about her colleagues or her friends.(I'm in delulu era)

She usually loves sleeping on your chest cus she can hear your heartbeat and that's so sweet.

Tingyun too, is a clingy women me thinks. She hugs you whenever she wants, wherever she wants. (You better hug her back)She doesn't care about the looks the people give you both. You just feel so warm that she can't resist.

Oh and how she'd miss your warmth when she's out on business trips, she'd definitely call you daily to tell you how much she misses you and also to complain about her customers.

Serval

Winters in Belobog were cold even though there were several heaters placed everywhere. But Serval's got nothing to worry cause you're there! Good for her.

She'd wake up to your adorable face with a smile every morning. And as you stir awake she'd hug you and wish you good morning with the biggest smile on her face.

She holds your hand at every opportunity she gets and making her let go is a whole task for real. Even when she's kissing you for what seems like hours, she never stops cupping your cheeks. She enjoys how flustered you become and how your face is warmer than usual now. Thanks to her little smooches.

And on cold nights she's basically using you as a blanket. (Mode change, human blanket form!!.) You don't mind tho.( You better not)

(i can't decide if she's a girlboss or a girl failure.)

Stelle

I like to believe that Stelle has either a really cold body or a hot one(heh, get it? Cus-)due to the stelleron inside her. So let's just think she has a colder body rn

You are now Stelle's energy source. No questions asked and no negotiations. (Why would you even?)

After every mission, she's dragging you back to your room or hers to cuddle with you the whole day, your warmth giving her comfort and in her words, healing her.

On cold nights on the express, when she's feeling down she's relieved that you're always there by her side. Your warmth comforting her, literally.

You'd have to scold her and push her away sometimes when she tries to hug you after doing her daily routine of trashcan hunting tho. (i wouldn't really care if it's her tho. I'm down BAD) please don't hurt her feelings ,😔 she just bit silly.

Also. This girls gonna be latching on to you like a parasite all the time. There is not a moment she leaves you alone. But you're fine with that.(you better be.)

She'd also have her hands all over you all the time. There is never a time when she's not fumbling with your hair or your hands, sometimes trying to put her hands on yout chest(she would give a lame excuse like "oh i just wanted feel your heartbeat " Like.... girl?)she completely ignored your protests and acts innocent. She just likes how warm you are. It's like you we're meant for her ♡

(like mother like daughter)

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I'm in my delulu era again.

Women.

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[bas-writes]

Snowed In

Character: Denjiro Reader: gender neutral CW: size difference (smaller reader) Word count: 727 Prompt: One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. A/N: to cleanse my palette from the everlasting smut, I decided to return to my favorite prompt list, and sprinkle y'all's dashboard with some shameless fluff! i'll randomly assign blorbos i enjoy writing (or set traps on my friends and moots), until the whole list of 50 will be full :3 i hope you will enjoy!

Kiss Event! | if you liked it, please consider reblogging and/or leaving some feedback ❤️

You could swear it’s been snowing for eternity. In other circumstances you would probably be happy like a little kid—or at least in awe at the views alone—but here and now you’re just terrified. The snowdrifts reached the level you would call impassable hours ago, and so far you haven’t seen any sign of the cataclysm any time soon. If you two are lucky, maybe someone will find you and free you from the semi-abandoned home you took as your shelter. If not…Well, for sure there are worse ways to spend a night together.

Well, at least there’s a place to sleep. And more than one bed.

Denjiro is in a far better mood, shamelessly sprawled on one of said beds, a tad too small for his huge body. Hands behind his head, he gnaws on a toothpick and hums, deep in thought, with a dreamy smile across his lips. Even if your face is turned towards the window, you keep observing him from the corner of your eye. It’s been so…long since you saw him smiling so naturally for the last time. Just as you thought he can’t show any more emotion but a wicked smirk or anger, here he is, relaxed and pleased with something. Much like a well-fed cat.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” He rolls the toothpick from one corner of his lips to the other, his smile now directed at you. “Do you have any news for me?”

A little needle of embarrassment pricks your ears. Have you been that obvious? How far has he read you? You’re still not sure whether you want your crush to be known or not, so you’ve been doing your best to be discreet.

With little effect, it seems.

“All I can say is that—” You pray that at least your voice sounds neutral— “we’re in trouble.”

“It cannot be that bad.” He stretches and springs on his feet. To look through the window—and over your shoulder—he has to bend nearly in half. “Oh. Well. Seems it can.”

He rests chin on your shoulder—as expected, quite a weight to carry. But even if he placed only a feather there, the effect would be no different. Your body stiffens and your heart races in your chest, beating against your ribcage like a wild bird trapped in a cage.

Calm yourself down. He hasn’t done anything, he’s just…close. Oh, so close…

“And we don’t have firewood here.” Denjiro clicks his tongue, his careless smile fading a bit—just to explode anew a second later. “We might have to cuddle for warmth, isn’t it romantic?”

“I don’t think we’re close enough for that.” You roll your eyes but, underneath, you’re burning at the mere thought. Oh, to be so close, to feel with your whole body how big he is…

As if reading your mind, Denjiro wraps arms around you and pulls you close, trapping you against his chest. He’s not standing straight and yet, the top of your head barely reaches his chest. Involuntary, your body starts melting and leaning against him.

And he’s not losing this opportunity, one hand supporting your middle, the other gently cupping your chin and tilting your head in his direction, his face dangerously close…

He tastes of mint, you realize, eagerly opening for him. He brushes the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip before closing it between his and sucking a little, teasing, not breaking the subtle status quo. It happened so quickly you stand no chance for reaction, frozen in place, unable to even close your eyes.

“Ah!” He pulls away as fast as he leaned for it, his face genuinely concerned. “Do you want to do this? I’m sorry, I should have asked first—”

Instead of giving him an answer, you reach out and, threading fingers through his silky-soft hair, pull him closer again, your lips finally free of motionless curse. For a second or two you’re able to take control over it, attacking him with passion that surprised you both.

But it doesn’t last long. With a given permission, his gall returns—and he claims your lips his until you’re out of breath and leaning into chest, all your power gone in seconds.

“You know—” He wipes the saliva off your lips with his thumb. “I don’t think I want to be saved from here that early…”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! do you have any recs for established relationship/ them telling their friends they’re together? thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hey Nonny!

AHHHHH YES ANOTHER ASK SO I CAN POST A LIST I HAVE LOL. Thank you hahah. Hope you enjoy these fics!! <3

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP Pt 3

See also:

Marriage and Weddings (April 2019)

Proposals (May 2020)

Proposals Pt 2

Weddings / Proposals / Husbands and Established Relationship 

Established Relationship Pt 2 (June 2019) 

Sherlock and John’s Wedding

Retirement and Older Johnlock (Jan 2020)

Everyone Finds Out Fics (MASTERPOST)

Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) – A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.

Erotic Beyond Belief by bloodsoakedleather (E, 748 w., 1 Ch. || Autofellatio, Masturbation, PWP, Anal Fingering, Shameless Smut, Establish Relationship) – John watches as Sherlock demonstrates a particular talent. Part 1 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

Our Bodies Bend Light by lovetincture (G, 1,211 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Beekeeping, Retirement) – They got married. Of course they got married. Snapshots in a relationship. There's a jar of bees in the bookstore and a cottage in Sussex. Sherlock's not the marrying kind, and John's tried this once before, but they're Sherlock and John. Of course.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all. 

[danpuff-ao3]

Hi, Danni 👋🏻. I was wondering if you had any fic recommendations that contain Severus getting absolutely spoiled by his significant other (would love Snarry fics, but I’ll probably try anything at this point). I’m just absolutely in the mood for Severus to get worshiped and adored. Thank you so much. ❤️❤️❤️

Hello, fellow Dani! 👋 Let's see what I can find for you!

Sadly, there is quite a lack in Severus spoilage! Unsure if any non-Snarry will occur to me, but we'll figure that out as we go. Also unsure if you're open to being spoiled by non-material goods, such as physical affection (body worship) and verbal affection (praise kink), but if you want Severus worshipped and adored, I feel comfortable going a bit broader with things.

Your mood is super valid. I loooove Severus so much, and he most certainly deserves all the love in the world!

Spoiled Severus Recs:

Shameless Self Recs:

The Gift of Love (T, 4k): Snarry; proper gift-giving fic!

Honeymoon (E, 1k): married Snarry; body worship; bottom!Snape

Obsession (T, 1k): Snarry; less spoiling, more appreciation; Chapter 1 is Harry's POV and how obsessed he is with Severus. (Chapter 2 is Severus' POV of Harry.)

9 January 2022 (T, 1k): Snarry; Severus' birthday; birthday related gifts and attention.

Orange Blossoms (T, 3k): Snarry; language of flowers; Harry pursues Severus; student/teacher. Podfic available.

Coming Soon One Day: Sugar Daddy Harry fic I need to finish 🙈

Other Recs:

...In the Giving by theshopislocal (T, 22k): Snarry; gift-giving; courtship

His Jealousy by A_factorygirl_69 (E, 3k): Snarry; Snucius (ish); gift giving (Lucius); jealousy/possessiveness (Harry)

Certain by sdk (E, 200): Snarry; Drapery; "Tonight was special. Tonight was all about Severus."

The Beginning of a Journey by RoozetteR (E, 8k): Snarry; gifts; romance.

Close Encounters by bleedcolor & Likelightinglass (E, 35k): Snarry; praise kink; adoration; very spoiled sexually!

the gentleness that comes by Likelightinglass (E, 29k): Snarry; dom/sub; fluff; praise kink.

Tubs and Tenderness by bleedcolor & Likelightinglass (E, 3k): Snarry; established relationship; hair washing

All I Want for Christmas by Beth H (M, 1k): Snarry; holidays; gifts.

Their Just Rewards by Nyctala (E, 3k): Snarry; established relationship; nonbinary Snape; praise kink; dom/sub; lingerie

Reveal Your Secrets by pluperfectsunrise (E, 14k): Snarry; hair washing

Petals and All by wynnebat (T, 1k): Snarry, flowers

Beyond Price by asecretchord (G, 3k): Snarry; gift giving; courtship

Paranoid, Possessive, and Protective by lesyeuxverts (T, 4k): Snarry; revenge; fluff; ....grand gestures and violent gifts?

Sharp Edges by silver_drip (E, 1k): Snarry; body worship

Miser's Gold by Delphie (E, 3k): Snilch; underage; voyeurism; gift

A Slytherin Valentine's Day Love Story by floweringjudas (E, 10k): Snucius; underage; Lucius woos Severus; gifts

Apologies if I went a bit too broad, and if none are quite as spoiler-ful as you wanted, but I hope you find stories you enjoy all the same!

[adiluv]

hi from your secret santa!

do you mind if i ask you what your favorite genshin characters are, as well as type of x reader fics you like to read ❤️ i’ll probably be back with more questions in the future!

aah omg hello! wonderful to have you here! ໒꒰ྀི˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ྀི১ 🎄🥛🍪

i actually have so many favs now that i'm thinking about it, but i'll do my best to keep the list short!

wanderer + any and all of his iterations! he is so. he. he is my bbg i love him. i am so normal about him it's insane. i write about him only a normal amount and do not have merch of him otw. ꒰lie꒱ ♡

kaeya! just a nice guy + my main from day one! unrelated, but super excited about the possibility of him becoming a major player in the late-game! he is so interesting, would love to study him under a microscope! ꒰affectionate꒱

lisa! she's sadly quite underrated, but her backstory is honestly super sad </3. also unrelated, would also love to see her take on a more major role in the late-game and show the true extent of her abilities!

... and some honorable mentions go to la signora, childe, zhongli, and furina! shrinking them all down and carrying them in my pocket like that one spongebob episode fr!

as for the fics that i personally enjoy—honestly? pretty much anything! shameless fluff, hurt/comfort, pining, yandere, modern/other aus, i eat them all up like i'm at one of those fine dining experiences! the only thing that i personally tend to stay away from is sagau, mostly just because i don't understand it all that much ໒꒰ྀི；´∀｀꒱ྀི১

honestly, though, i'd be happy regardless of whoever and whatever it is that you choose to write! did not mean to ramble on that much, either—hope it wasn't too overwhelming!

[imsogayhelpme]

Hi!! I saw you asked the library account for South Downs fluff fics and wondered if you want some more recs (with some self promo because I’m shameless).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42760647 ->

Aziraphale had been noting a change recently, in how Crowley treated his plants. A good change. Crowley never failed to keep surprising him. / It was time for him to surprise him back.

Fluff centered around Crowley’s garden in South Downs 🪴

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51698911 ->

If someone had asked him a week ago what his home is, the reply would have been 'my bookshop, of course'. Now, as Crowley arranges his long limbs in a way that definitely cannot be comfortable but seems to be for him nonetheless, Aziraphale knows the answer has been by his side all along.

Holding hands and loving each other, that’s really it and I love it 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48418888 ->

Crowley goes out to tend to the garden before a storm and gets caught in the rain for his troubles. Aziraphale then tends to a chilled and waterlogged demon in need of warming up.

One of my favorites! Crowley gets ill from being in the rain tending to his plants. Aziraphale takes care of his stubborn demon. 🌧️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50421331 ->

Aziraphale preens and massages Crowley's wings in their South Downs Cottage. That's it. :)

Self explanatory description! ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38939802 ->

Crowley has a nightmare.

Self explanatory again 🥰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54336265 ->

An early morning of domestic love and peace for Aziraphale & Crowley in their South Downs cottage. (Inspired by & including art!)

This one’s one of mine! Soft and sappy morning cuddles. ✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54184891 ->

n a shared moment of peaceful intimacy, Aziraphale braids Crowley's hair. Very short & sweet.

Another one of mine, with a rather self explanatory summary. 😊

I hope you enjoy these, they’re some of my favorites and I always love to help a fellow Good Omens fan out! 💕✨🌱

OP TYSM I LOVE YOU

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Well since your inbox is empty…. Can you write Loki x reader where reader asks Loki to be her fake boyfriend for a family gathering and they end up falling for each other? I’m a sucker for those types of fics. Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry it took so long, actually had to do work at work the last two days, how rude... I hope you enjoy xx

Play Pretend || Loki

Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, fluff WC: 2.5k

main masterlist || loki masterlist

The corner of the invitation was hanging on by a mere fibre, from your fingers bending the edge back and forth as you paced the hallway outside Loki’s room. If there was one person who could help you to pull off this plan it was the God of Lies himself, you just had to get the courage to actually knock on his door and ask him. You were so caught up in your inner debate that you didn’t realise he was standing in his doorway with an amused smirk, watching you. You didn’t notice until you took a deep breath, raised your fist and turned to face his door.

“What the hell, Loki?” You gasped as you met his chest and jumped back.

“I think I should be the one asking questions.” He chuckled. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You suddenly didn’t have the ability to ask him what you needed but he caught sight of the embossed golden paper in your hand and slipped it from your fingers. His eyes quickly scanned the invitation details and concern flickered across his features before he concealed it.

“I presume this is the cause of your distress.” He said, pushing his door open wider and stepping aside.

You nodded as you stepped inside, the curtains drawn tight and the only light coming from a lamp beside his sofe, a book hanging over the arm of his chair as a placeholder. It seemed that every time you went inside Loki’s apartment it changed, as if it were a living being connected to Loki and adjusted to fit his mood, today it was perfect for calming your turbulent thoughts. The last time you were there it had been bright and open, the bookshelf non-existent.

“I need your help.” You admitted and his smile grew under your nervousness. “Every time I go to these ridiculous reunions my family badger me for always being single and I’m so sick of it.”

“Hmmm, well you are always single.” He teased before catching the cushion you tossed his way. “Why is that?”

“You have met the people that populate this planet.” You scoffed. “All the decent ones are taken.”

“I’ll try not to take offence.” He quirked an eyebrow at the insinuation.

Your jaw dropped as he thought you thought him indecent. “You don’t count, you’re not human.”

You relaxed as you caught the smile he tried to hide before laughing and you wished you had the cushion back so you could throw it at him again. “So will you please help me?”

“A weekend away with you, causing chaos with your family and spinning a web of lies…you didn’t even need to ask.”

“I must admit, I like your family a little more right now.” Loki said as he winked to the flight attendant leading you to the first class area.

“Sit down and shut up.” You growled as you sat in the spacious seat that you would soon be reclining into a bed.

“A bit rude, you’re supposed to be kind and loving to your boyfriend, you know.”

“This is an inauspicious start, Loki.” You sighed as you waved a hand at him. “You look like a bank manager.”

He looked down at the outdated suit he wore before agreeing and changed it to a sharp black on black suit that hugged his body in all the right places. “Better?”

Your face was heating up as you stared, his hair no longer greased back but hanging free around his face and framing it perfectly. “Mhmm, perfect.”

You could already imagine your shameless cousins trying to steal him from you and a spark of anger flared at the thought. You had to remind yourself this whole relationship was fake but he was taking his role so seriously that it made it hard. You had been surprised when he took your hand as you walked through the airport and carried your bag like a gentleman. You had told him he didn’t have to pretend until you touched down at the resort but he had just smiled and laced his fingers between yours.

“I don’t think I can do this.” You murmured as the car that had been waiting at the airport came to a stop outside the 5 star resort your family had booked for the weekend.

“You can and you will.” Loki assured you as he opened his door and saw your parents standing at the steps. “Just follow my lead.”

His lips pressed to yours and, after a moment of surprise, you relaxed under his kiss until he pulled away with a proud smile. “Good girl. Now, shall we have some fun?”

You watched Loki charming everyone he spoke to, it was impressive but you would expect nothing less from him. He was telling grand tales about the life the two of you had to the point you grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the closest exit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you whispered angrily. “I’m never going to be able to remember the bullshit you just spun.”

“Have we not been to Paris?”

“Yes, but that was for work.”

“And did we not have dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower?”

“So we could spy on someone.”

“The best lies are the ones that are half truths darling.” He chuckled. “But if it helps I haven’t told a single lie so far, your family just interpreted it with romantic connotations.”

You huffed as he smiled victoriously and you could already hear your mother asking when the wedding would be. Turning on your heel you went back to the room brunch was being held in and felt Loki’s arm wrap around your waist before pointing you in the direction of the bar.

“Can’t have brunch without a mimosa.” He whispered in your ear. “It might actually help you relax and have some fun.”

As usual, he was right. You bypassed the club sandwiches and tea cakes for the champagne drinks and soon you were quite happily sitting on Loki’s lap as he charmed your parents with talk of business. You were lucky he was interested because if it were you you would have already fallen asleep, instead you kept yourself busy playing with his dark tresses. You even went as far as to leave a braid plaited underneath so he would find it later.

“You should come join us at the pool bar.”

You tore your eyes away from Loki to find your cousin looking at him. She looked so stupid twirling her hair between her fingers and you scoffed as she didn’t even try to hide her interest, asking him the question not you.

“What do you think darling?” Loki asked you, running his hand up and down your thigh. “I do love seeing you in a two piece.”

Your face heated under his heated stare and you felt he was teasing you as much as he was your cousin, just in a very different way and you decided to play along. “Why don’t you come help me slip into it?”

You couldn’t help looking over your shoulder as Loki eagerly pulled you out of the room, seeing the scowl on your cousin's face until you reached the elevators.

“That’ll teach the little bitch.” You grinned as you stepped into the suite you and Loki had been given.

“I do like this side of you.” He replied as his hand still kept a hold of yours. “The possessiveness is particularly intoxicating.”

“What? I’m not...I’m just playing the part of a girlfriend.” You stuttered your response and his smirk grew as he tasted the lie and leant in closer so his lips were almost touching the skin below your ear.

“Careful, someone might think you are the Goddess of Lies.”

“No, that’s still you.” You tried to joke but you were hyper aware of how close you were and it came out as a breathy moan more than anything.

Pulling away, he looked utterly pleased with himself as he strutted into the adjoining bedroom and began to go through your suitcase. He left your clothes strewn across the bed, including your underwear, before he found the swimwear he knew you would look ravishing in. You were trapped in his eyes as he carried them over to you, the delicate material hanging from the tip of his enticing index finger.

“You are lucky you are related to almost everyone here or I might have had to defend your honour when you show up in this.” He said seriously as he stepped close to you, your neck straining so you could look up into his eyes.

You jumped slightly as his free hand slipped around your body and his fingers clasped the zip that held your dress up, slowly sliding it down your spine. Even when the dress fell away to pool at your feet, his eyes never left yours and you had never realised that the green of his eyes was a tricolour of shades from the forest at night to spring green pastures.

“Loki..?” You whispered as his fingers caught the clip at the back of your bra. “Is this a part of the act?”

The clip came apart and the lace floated to the floor before he splayed his hand across your lower back and pulled you closer so his lips pressed softly to your temple. “None of this is an act.”

Your fingers buried into his hair and you pulled him the final few inches to your lips as you desperately needed to taste them once again. There was no plan, no objective, it was just pure passion between two people. Your swimwear fell from his grasp as his hands held your body against his, his restrained strength careful not to hurt you but enough to show you that he didn’t want you escaping - as if you would want to.

“They are going to wonder what is taking so long.” You panted as his lips trailed a line of kisses over your racing pulse.

“Let them wonder, I’m not ready to share this vision with anyone.” He said as he finally pulled away to see your body only covered by the panties you wore. “Oh, what a vision you are.”

Your cheeks burned as you squirmed under his intense stare and your hands came to rest on the lapels of his suit, needing to see as much of him as he could you. “You can fix this later.”

His eyebrows pinched in confusion before you tore his shirt open, the buttons popping across the carpet and his smirk grew as he realised your intentions. Your breath hitched as you saw him shirtless for the first time, the lean muscle that sculpted his torso. He wasn’t built for brute strength like other men but he was perfect as he was, his strength lay in his mind and his magic.

Your fingers ran down the hard bone of his sternum and over the soft hairs that began below his belly button but you were interrupted from going any further by a knock at the door. The growl of frustration that tore from your lips at the sound of your cousin's annoying voice had Loki’s muscles tense beneath your hand as he laughed.

“We will have plenty of time to continue this later, I swear.”

Your forehead dropped to his chest as his arms encased you and you nodded, accepting his promise as the loud knocking continued. “We’re coming! Just shut up.”

Loki knelt down, dragging your panties down as he did, leaving a trail of kisses down your legs before he grabbed your bikini and you nearly lost your balance as you stepped into them. Your head was spinning from the dark look in his eyes and you nearly fell into the blackholes that were his pupils as he stood up.

“Turn around.” You did as you were told, finally able to breathe as you lost eye contact and he tied off the back of your bikini top. By the time you turned back to him his suit had disappeared and he was wearing just a pair of plain black boardshorts, making his pale skin contrast even more. His eyes roamed your body, appreciating every inch of it before they returned to your eyes and he exhaled deeply. “Glorious.”

You watched the water dripping from Loki’s hair before he pushed it back from his face and cast a smile to where you lay under the shade of an umbrella. You could see the other women around the pool watching him but he only had eyes for you. His shorts clung to him as he stepped out of the water and you saw the look of mischief cross his face before he draped himself over you, the cold water leaving you gasping and writhing beneath him.

“Loki!” You cried out as he looked at you innocently, your almost dry swimwear completely sodden again.

“What can I say, I enjoy getting you wet.” He chuckled in your ear, reminding you of the closeness of your bodies and just how intimate it was, just like you had been the night before.

“Enjoyed it a little too much.” You said stifling a yawn. “I thought even a God would need rest.”

“I’ll rest when we get back to New York.” He said, a strange catch in his tone that he was not able to hide.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, pushing him back so you could sit up and not be distracted by his body touching yours.

His sigh was almost inaudible and you saw his eyes dart away uncomfortably, his hand gesturing to the extravagant resort surrounding you. “Our life back home is very different from this.”

“So…?” You frowned before a pit began to form in your stomach. “I thought you said this wasn’t an act, was that a lie?”

“No, no, not at all.” He said as he grabbed your face and looked you in the eye. “I have been at your mercy for longer than you would believe. I am worried that you will not feel the same when we leave here, you were always quite adamant to remain unattached.”

“You fool.” You sighed as you fell back into the sunlounger and threw your arm over your head. “I was single because the only person I was interested in was too busy with his head in books about sorcery.”

“Wait?” His eyes widened. “What?”

“Aliens, gods, humans - all you males are the same no matter the species.” You rolled your eyes. “You have no clue when it comes to women who are into you.”

“I guess I will just have to spend the rest of my day learning everything about my woman.” He said before pulling you up from the sunlounger and half dragging you back to your room, your laughter filling the hotel halls along the way.

“I’m guessing that it doesn't involve me having a nap does it?”

“Not a chance.” He winked as he slid the key in the slot. “But it does involve a bed.”

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

An Inconvenient Affection [Chapter 6]

Summary: When a couples’ therapist is suspected of murdering his own patients, Y/N and Spencer must go undercover as a feuding married couple to draw him out.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer spend some quality time as a 'married couple'

A/N:  I'm so happy you guys liked the little bit of spice in the last chapter, (there'll be more eventually but for now enjoy some shameless fluff) Side-note, I have 2 separate job interviews this week that I'll have to do a good bit of prep for, so I'll let you know as the week goes on but I may need to skip uploading next week, hopefully not, but we'll see! Love you all ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: NSFW language, sexual themes, language, mentions of stalking & infidelity, alcohol consumption, masturbation (male).

Word Count: 4.2k

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He lets the water run until it gets hot, stripping off his pajamas with fumbling hands, desperate to get some friction. He’s also in a rush to keep everything to the forefront of his mind. The way her skin tasted beneath the gentle strokes of his tongue, the way she looked, spread out beneath him, or perched on top of him. The way she kissed his neck, or ran her hands through his hair.

More than anything, he thought about the way she whimpered out his name, and how perfect it had sounded tumbling from her lips like that. He came thinking about it, reliving the moment with one hand braced against the cool tile and another pumping along his length. With the overwhelming sensation and the hum of the shower drowning out the noise, he allows himself the softest moan of her name as he strokes himself through it.

It’s not the first time he’s gotten himself off to thoughts of her. He thinks back to the first time they’d shared a room on a case, when she unpacked her bag he saw the little satin nightdress on the bed and he almost got hard then and there. But when she came out of the bathroom wearing it, he lost all motor function, scrambling to get to the bathroom to relieve himself in an attempt to stave off the wet dream that definitely would’ve occurred in the night.

He felt awkward about it then too, but it had passed, eventually.

He tried to push all of those thoughts out of his mind as he climbed into bed next to her. She was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, he didn’t mind though, he just slid into his side as best as he could. As he tried to settle in and get some sleep he was caught off guard by the gentle weight that landed on his chest. When he opened his eyes he found her arm stretched across his chest, the rest of her body curling up next to him as she slept.

He doesn’t resist, instead he places his hand over hers on his chest and drifts to sleep to the sound of her steady breath next to him.

— — —

When she woke up it took her a minute to realize what position she was even in. Curled up on her side, but she’s warm, warmer than usual. And when she starts to move it quickly becomes apparent that the warmth is from another person.

It was honestly a miracle this hadn’t happened before. In all the times they’d shared a bed, in this apartment, on cases, never once had they woken up in each others arms. But strangely, it didn’t feel as foreign as it should. She takes a second to enjoy it before she has to peel away from his chest and avoid any ensuing awkwardness. But before she can, she’s greeted by a small, chirped, “Good morning” from above her.

“Uh— Morning” she says, without moving from her warm cocoon in his arms, “Sorry, I must’ve— um”

“Don’t worry about it! I don’t mind” he hums, tracing a hand up and down her back gently, making no movements to pull away. She finds it a little strange, but she’s just happy to have the contact either way.

“Oh thank god” she giggles, “You’re so warm Spence” she cuddles in closer to him, if it were even possible.

“Yeah, but has anyone ever told you that your feet are freezing?” he ponders, and she can feel the way he chuckles against her.

Instead of an answer she just brings one of her cold feet up and trails it along the length of his leg.

“AH! No fair!” he yelps, “I’m just trying to lend a hand here” he giggles. But she doesn’t relent, the sound of his sleepy laugh is something she’s positive she could listen to forever. So she does it again, running her toes along the bare skin that peeked out of his pajama bottoms.

But he can’t take it lying down, so his hands find their way to her sides, gently holding her at first before he starts to dig his fingers in, just enough to tickle her where he knows she’s vulnerable. When she lets out a yelp and stops teasing him, he can’t bring himself to stop just yet. Tickling her until she’s wiggling around and giggling on the mattress beneath him.

He doesn’t stop until he’s on top of her, and she’s semi-curled up beneath him, squirming away from his touch with each perfect scream, “I give! I give!”

When he finally relents, he’s resting above her, braced on is arms as she gasps beneath him, both of their chests heaving. It doesn’t feel as different from last night as it really should.

All she wants to do is reach up and kiss him. Grab his face in her hands and guide it down to her own. With no audience at all she wants to show him how she feels. But before she can do much of anything, he’s looking away with an awkward frown, clearing his throat before he rolls off of her for the second time in 12 hours.

“We— uh— we should probably get up?” he says, leaving her alone in their bed once again.

“Today’s my day off?” she says, hopeful, as if that’s what was keeping them from spending the day in bed together, wrapped in each others arms.

“Oh— I actually have to go into the university today,” he says it like he’s only just remembered it himself, “I shouldn't be home too late though”

He’s calling out the last part as he fumbles for an outfit in the wardrobe, pulling out some options.

“The purple one.” she says, climbing out of bed herself and pulling on a sweatshirt.

He just turns to her with a confused look, and she wished she didn’t find his bedhead so endearing.

“You should wear your purple shirt, you look nice in it” she pulls it from the wardrobe, handing it to him with a soft smile before leaving the room to let him get changed in peace.

She sort of hates how much she loves the domesticity of it all. But in spite of herself she does. While waiting for Spencer to come say goodbye, she makes a pot of coffee and pours some into a travel mug for him, topping it off with the comical amount milk and sugar he always required.

It’s all made worse when he comes into the kitchen, sleep still clouding his eyes, with his tie in a messy knot around his neck.

“C’mere sleepy head” she beckons him over from her perch on the counter top. And he accepts the invitation, albeit awkwardly, standing in the space between her legs as he rubs his eyes with the pads of his fingers.

“What?” he asks through a yawn.

“Your tie, it’s all over the place” she says with a light laugh, her hands coming up to undo it, re-tying it slowly to make sure it sat perfectly, and wasn’t so tight that it irritated him.

“There, perfect!” she chirps, flattening it down against his shirt before fixing his collar around it, “And here’s your coffee” she hands him the travel mug and he accepts it with a strange apprehension.

“What’s going on, what’s this for?” he asks, looking around as if there was something he was missing, taking a glance into the mug as if there might be an answer in there, but when he’s only met with coffee, exactly the way he likes it, he looks back up to meet her soft gaze.

“Nothing, I just wanted to.” she hums, and it’s the truth. She’s just leaving out the part where she also wants to pull him down by the tie and kiss him, and maybe have him call in sick so that they can spend the entire day in that exact same position.

— — —

She doesn’t know what to do with her day, so she leans into her instincts. There was something about the domestic bliss of that morning that she just wanted to hold onto a second longer. She knew deep down that this wasn’t permanent. She was going to have to ‘cheat’ again soon, and once that started it would feel like no time at all before the case was over. And their ‘marriage’ was too. So she decided to savor what she could.

Cooking him dinner is what she settles on. Going shopping and picking out the groceries, a nice bottle of wine, she even grabs a little candle for the center of the table. She feels sort of foolish, going to these lengths for some unrequited crush, but he was still her best friend, and he deserved some appreciation. That was how she rationalized it anyway.

She felt like a cartoon housewife as she pulled on her apron over her dress. Fastening it around her waist before she started cooking. The image was only compounded by the melodic classical tunes that poured out from the little radio in the corner of the kitchen. It was tuned to Spencer’s favorite radio station when she turned it on, so she just let it play while she worked on preparing the meal.

When Spencer arrives home he’s first greeted with the intoxicating smells of home cooking. That was never something he could get used to, it wasn’t even a smell that reminded him of childhood, it was just such a foreign luxury. So when he notices the classical music coming from the kitchen, his feet cant carry him fast enough.

There he finds her, kneeling up on the countertop, arms stretched to capacity reaching for the wine glasses on the top shelf. He gives himself a second or two to appreciate the sight, while it looked silly, he couldn't help but feel enamored but it. So he decides it’s time to finally help out, placing one hand gently on her lower back, and reaching the other up to grab the glasses with ease.

“Fuck!” she gasps.

“I think ‘thank you’ is the phrase you’re looking for?” he chuckles as she turns to sit on the counter top, her legs dangling off the side just as they had that morning, and he can’t help but smile.

“I didn’t hear you come in” she explains, a hand clutching at her chest, shaking her head at her unsteady heartbeat that was refusing to slow down.

“Sorry” he’s quick to apologize, “I do like this music though” he says through a smile, and something about it calms her down. She doesn’t resist the urge to pull him in this time, reaching out to grab his shoulders and bring him closer into a hug.

He takes a second to register, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist, chuckling a little to himself as they run over the bow of the apron. He takes a second to tuck his face into the crook of her neck and inhale the scent of her once again. He was sure he could never tire of it.

When they pull apart and he looks down at her she’s beaming right back up at him.

“I made dinner” she tells him, like he hadn’t pieced it together already, but the excitement in her voice is enough to make him break out in a grin.

So he helps set the table, and she lights the little candle in the centre of it. He knows this isn’t a date, but something about the ambience is telling him that it should be.

“So, what’s on the menu?” he asks, pouring each of them a glass of red wine from the bottle on the table.

“Burgers” she tells him right as she places the plate in front of him, and his heart almost melts, “I know it’s not fancy, but do you remember that time that—”

“Of course I remember” he cuts her off out of sheer excitement.

“Well good, because I’ve got Kit-Kat’s for dessert” she laughs, sitting down to her own meal.

He remembers the combination so well, because it’s one of the first meals they ever shared together, just the two of them. Crawling back to the hotel, exhausted after a case, waiting it out till their flight the following morning, Y/N found her way to Spencer’s room.

Complaining of his overwhelming hunger, but really just not wanting her to leave his room just yet, he suggested that they order room service. And so they did, eating burgers crosslegged in their pajamas on the floor of Spencer’s hotel room in practically the middle of the night.

“We should’ve gotten dessert,” she sighs, lying down flat on the floor and running her hand in circles to sooth her stomach. “Well, no we shouldn’t have, but I still want something”.

So he ponders the idea for a moment, leaping up and grabbing his wallet from his satchel.

“I’ll be back in 2 seconds” he tells her as he leaves the room, racing to the vending machine at the end of the hall. When he returns less than a minute later he’s bought her a Kit-Kat, placing it down on her stomach and sitting down next to her on the floor once again, opening his own.

“My hero” she says with a goofy grin, sitting up a little so that she can reach over give him a little hug.

“Anything for you” he replies, like it’s a joke and not the unvarnished truth.

The night never really ended, that’s why Spencer was so fond of the memory. Instead they both stayed up talking until they could barely keep their eyes open, falling asleep on top of the sheets together, too tired to even get under them. The only thing that managed to wake them the following morning was Hotch’s incessant banging on the door, shouting something about the jet leaving without them.

It would be a perfect memory if it weren’t for the suggestive glances from the rest of the team. The sly jokes, speculating on what Y/N might have gotten up to in Spencer’s room all night. And he wouldn’t have minded them so much if she hadn’t shot down the very suggestion immediately.

“You just seem awfully tired this morning…” Emily says with a raised brow and a little smirk.

“Well I didn’t get much sleep is all” he overhears Y/N say through a yawn.

“Ah, I see, because you were busy all night?” JJ chimes in with a giggle.

“It’s not like that” Y/N laughs it off, “It was only Spencer.”

He sort of wishes he’d never heard the words at all. He knew deep down that they were good friends, best friends even, and every once in a while he deluded himself into thinking that she might want him like he wants her. But those hopes would always get quashed eventually.

So he tries not to recall that last part as he thinks back on the memory now. Instead he focuses all of his energy on the unbelievable kindness of the gesture, and how pretty the woman opposite him looks by candlelight.

When dinner is over, they both try to navigate the washing up after a few glasses of wine, which results in some splashing, and an awful lot of giggling, but it gets done eventually, with Spencer placing any items on the top shelf back for her.

When they settle on the couch it’s with an air of giddy exhaustion. Collapsing next to each other in a little heap as Y/N flicked on the TV. Not necessarily to watch, more to have as background noise. While she’s distracted switching through the stations, Spencer takes the opportunity to give her another good look, drinking in the sight of her in her tipsy, giddy state. And he must be a little tipsier than he realized because the thought that was supposed to stay firmly planted in his head slips out of it’s own accord.

“You look really pretty, I like the apron” he coos, before he really notices he’s even said anything.

He expects an awkward, maybe lukewarm response at best. But instead she turns to look at him, the corners of her mouth pulled into a soft smile.

“Thank you” she says, genuine and sweet before she speaks again, “You know? You’re awfully pretty too Spence?”

He wishes he didn’t but he can feel himself turning bright pink, the flush in his cheeks burning as he avoids all eye contact. He had always been adverse to compliments, especially ones about his appearance, but when they came from her it felt like something else entirely. An odd mix of smug excitement that was offset by the ever pervasive fear that this was some sort of joke meant to hurt him.

She takes in the look of fearful embarrassment that takes over his face and immediately wants to put him at ease.

“Why are you so surprised whenever someone says you’re good looking Spence?” she keeps it a little playful, but she’s completely serious, there was no reason he needed to have such a low opinion of himself.

“Because I— I don’t know— I just…”

“You know they don’t call you Pretty Boy for nothing, I mean look at you?” she almost laughs to herself with exasperation, “You’ve got these pretty eyes, they’re so bright and excited all the time, even when you’re in your glasses. And then your hair, it’s so messy all the time, in this weird way that I genuinely believe only you can pull off” she starts to ramble, sparing no thought for his ever blushing complexion.

“And don’t get me started on your cheekbones, or your hands— or your lips! What the hell, how are they so fucking pink, all the time!”

“Really?” he finally breaks his silence, partially out of curiosity, but also out of sheer disbelief.

“Yeah really! Anyone would be lucky to have you.” she reaches out and touches his forearm gently as she says it, and it makes his stomach feel strange and a little tense. Because he doesn’t want anyone. He just wants her.

Deciding they’re both too sleepy, and too tipsy to really watch anything, they find their way to bed. And there’s just enough wine in Spencer’s system that he manages not to think too hard about what they were doing in this very bed just 24 hours ago. Instead he just surrenders to the quiet calm of their bedroom, relaxing into the mattress. But then Y/N crawls in next to him, and he wants nothing more than to curl up next to her again, but he can’t seem to make the move.

“Spence?” she hums from her side of the bed just as he starts to let his eyes close.

“Mmhmm?” he answers, rolling onto his side to face her a little better, and she’s on her side, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“I’m cold” is all she says, but he hopes he knows what she really means.

“C’mere” he says through a yawn, lifting up the duvet and his arm to create an inviting little cave for her. An invitation that she accepts with sleepy excitement. Shifting across the mattress until she’s tucked firmly into Spencer’s chest. He knows she’s already as close as she can get, but he can’t stop himself from wrapping his arm around her and pulling her tighter against him.

“Is that better?” he asks, and he can feel her nod against him.

“It’s perfect”

— — —

Y/N’s next shift in the bar is a late one. But Spencer insists on walking her there in spite of the late hour, and the early start he was in for the following morning.

“You really don’t have to” she says, pulling on her jacket to leave, but he’s right behind her.

“But I want to” is his counter offer, and it makes her smile involuntarily.

“And besides, we’re supposed to be in a better place, it couldn’t hurt if he sees me walking you there.” he tells her as they stroll down the street towards the bar.

“You know what might help too?” she asks, but he just looks at her a little confused until she answers. Taking her hand out of her pocket she reaches for his, gripping it softly before intertwining their fingers.

“If he saw us holding hands” she elaborates. And as much as he loves the feeling, and even the idea that strangers passing them might think that she’s his, he can also feel his palm growing clammier with each step they take together.

When they reach the bar Spencer nestles into the same seat he’d sat in before. It’s quieter than it was that evening, and he doesn’t really feel guilty for trying to take up just a little bit more of her time.

“What can I get for you, Sir?” she asks, a little smile teasing at the corners of her mouth.

“Hmm, the usual?” he pretends to think for a moment before he responds, but she’s knows him too well, and she’s already prepping the ingredients.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, what brought you in here tonight?” she asks, as she lays the drink down on a cocktail napkin in front of him, leaning down on the bar a little, setting in to talk with him.

He takes a second before he responds, the little face he pulls as he pretends to think makes her giggle.

“Nothing, actually? Everything’s going pretty great for me right now if I’m being honest” he beams, taking a sip of his drink.

“Is that so?” she teases, and he nods enthusiastically.

“Mmhmm, things with my wife and I are going great at the moment. Y’know, she cooked me dinner the other evening, by candlelight and everything” he giggles. She knew he enjoyed it at the time, but it was still nice to hear the affirmation, and the look of excitement on his face just made her want to do that for him every night.

“Wow, sounds like you’ve got her wrapped around your finger” she pokes fun at herself, but Spencer just shakes his head.

“God no, it’s the other way around!” he’s quick to correct her with a laugh, “But what about you?” he flips it around, and has to think for a moment.

“Me? Well, my husband and I are doing okay I guess” she contemplates, her fingers going straight to the ring on her left hand, toying with the band.

“Oh really?” he probes, taking a long sip of his drink this time, and she can’t resist the opportunity to tease him just a little.

“Yup, he fucked me for the first time in forever the other night”

She delights in the way his eyes bulge and how he has to stifle the spit-take he was just about to do, resisting the impulse and just swallowing the drink down along with the lump in his throat.

“A-and— uh— how was— um— that?” he manages to fumble his way through the question.

“Best sex of my life” she says with a wink, and she doesn’t miss the way his cheeks flush the most perfect shade of pink.

Before she can elaborate, or tease, any further, one of the waitresses calls out for her from the back of the bar, beckoning for her help.

“Yeah, just give me two seconds!” she calls back, holding up two fingers. When she turns back to Spencer he’s getting up off his stool.

“I should get going anyway” he says with a bashful smile.

Before he can get much further away, she throws a glance out the window. There’s a car parked across the street. It might be silver, it might be a sedan, but she really doesn’t care. It’s dark, and he doesn’t have to know what she saw.

“Hey Spence?” she calls, leaning over the bar to get closer to him, curling her finger and signaling him in.

When he finally get’s close enough she grabs a hold of his tie, just like she wished she could do in their kitchen. Pulling it gently she brings him across the bar, just near enough that she can press her lips to his.

It’s not particularly heated, but that almost makes it worse. It’s lingering, and sweet. Almost as gentle as his fingers that brush against the side of her cheek. She only allows herself to kiss him for a moment, his tongue brushing against hers with a tentative softness. She can feel his nerves and she wishes they didn't make her heart beat so fast to match his.

When she can finally bring herself to pull back it’s only been a moment, but he looks completely different. His face is soft, and his lips are gently parted. His cheeks are still a little flushed, but now his neck is too.

“I’ll see you at home” she grins, and it takes him a second to even respond but when he does it’s with a wide smile and an eager nod.

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[joheunsaram]

Hi! Can i have gummy bears in a heart box with purple ribbon 🥺 if possible it's best friend to lovers please. Thanks so much bb 💜

make a move (knj)

summary- Your perfect summer bucket list was almost complete, except for one newly added item.

word count- 1.4k

pairing- roommate!Namjoon x Reader

rating- PG 13

genre- friends2lovers, collegeau, fluff

warnings- sexy tanned Namjoon 🥵😍

a.n- not me writing about the dream I had last night lol hope you enjoy the fluff anon! ❤️

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The summer before your last year of college was meant to be perfect – four months of drunken debauchery to top the end of your years as a dependant on your parents before you were thrown into the cold clutches of the real world. You had it planned all out, a bucket list of summer events pinned to your apartment fridge – an apartment that you and your closest four friends would be sharing. If it wasn’t for the wholly inconvenient fact that you couldn’t find an apartment for five, instead only finding a listing for six bedrooms. In the end, you settled for your best friend, Yoongi’s suggestion to invite a sixth in your close-knit circle. A friend but not a friend, Namjoon Kim.

Usually you don’t mind being social. You were inclusive, inviting others into your inside jokes so they don’t feel left out, seeking out introverts with an empathy that was hammered into you by your psychologist parents. Yet with Namjoon, you always felt a bit awkward. Perhaps it was the fact that you both always seemed to annoy each other over the smallest things, like when he would compete with you over grades or when he would offer to get you dinner, only to mess up your order every time. Or perhaps it was the fact that somehow, somewhere in the three years you had spent hanging out with him you had grown a massive crush on him.

And so when it came to the middle of what was supposed to be the perfect summer, you found yourself glaring at the bottom of the bucket list on your fridge, Yoongi’s lazy scrawl mocking you as you seethed. 17. Make a move on a crush.

Those six words were responsible for your stupid dilemma. They had left you alone with Namjoon for the third weekend in a row. Turns out Yoongi was fully selfish in adding that item to the list, because he used it as motivation to finally confess to Hoseok, his fellow intern at the software company he was working at. His confession was accepted, which led to your other friends doing the same, and now you were spending another weekend, eating pizza from the box in your room as Jungkook, Jiyeon, and Mijoo all went on dates and tended to their puppy love.

With a huff, you opened the fridge, taking out the bottle of vodka nestled between the milk and mayonnaise, and taking a huge swig. If everyone else could confess to a crush, so could you. Liquid courage settling your nerves to a nice buzz, you popped some popcorn, adding it to a bowl and walking determined to your roommate’s bedroom.

With a knock, you opened the door to find Namjoon in bed, back against the headboard in a slightly unbuttoned blue pajama top that left almost too much of his tanned skin on show. Summer really was his season. His forearms flexed as he typed away on his laptop, seemingly engrossed in whatever he was doing, even if he gave a slight hum to acknowledge your presence. His nonchalance made your nerves reignite, your overthinking mind going into hyperdrive, but you had rehearsed the moment for so long that the words left your lips automatically, robotic in their delivery.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure. Meet you in the living room?” he asked, eyes still fixed on his screen. Shit, you hadn’t thought about him suggesting the living room.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to move, we’ll just use your laptop,” you suggested, playing up the indifference even as you could feel your heart pounding as you walked to his bed and sat next to him, subtly, but not subtle at all, wiggling around till he rolled his eyes and scooted to make room for you. You always were a little shameless, having no qualms making a speech to embarrass your friends at open mic nights and running to the front and centre for all the group photographs of the student council, and so you hoped Namjoon wouldn’t be too surprised when you pulled the comforter from over his legs and joined him under it.

“Comfortable?” he asked sarcastically, deciding to click out of the email he was typing and instead pulling up your favourite streaming site. You hummed, grinning and remembering again why you had a crush on him. Although your interactions alone had always been a bit over sprinkled with awkward silences, he always made you feel comfortable, even if you were invading his comfort a little bit.

With the movie picked, and halfway through, you realised that just sitting side by side in a small twin sized bed was not really a “move”. It was platonic, and if you were hoping to jump out of the friendzone like the rest of your friends, you had to be braver. So with a deep inhale, you braced yourself and let your next request out into the open.

“Can we cuddle?”

“Hell no!” Namjoon protested playfully, scrunching his face at you and going on about cooties.

“Shut up and cuddle me,” you whined, easily pulling his arm around you and snuggling into his side, missing the way he smiled as he adjusted to mould you against him, chin over your head and arm resting around your shoulders.

“Your hair stinks. It smells like that gross medicine my grandma drinks,” he teased, knowing it would get a rise out of you, and he was successful as you informed him how impossible his statement was, that you had only just showered and ginseng was very good for hair.

“I bet yours stinks worse,” you argued, pulling his head below your nose, ignoring his groans, as you took a healthy sniff. Perhaps being a Vegas high roller was out of your future because instead of proving your point, you lost yourself in the scent of his shampoo, ocean breeze and spice, an oddly intoxicating combination.

“Hmm… at least your skin smells nice,” he commented cooly, his nose trailing lightly at your clavicle, breath ghosting the pebbling skin, and reminding you just how intimately entwined the two of you had suddenly gotten.

“I was going to wait, but I guess timing’s everything,” he murmured before pressing his lips lightly to your neck, sending electricity flowing through you. “Number seventeen,” he said, with another kiss on your pulse point and it took everything in your power to pull yourself away from him.

“Wait. You have a crush on me?” you asked, eyes widening as you stared at him. He smiled, dimples lodging into his cheeks as they had in your heart.

“And you have a crush on me,” he replied confidently, his hand now on your waist, squeezing you gently. “And just so you know, ‘can we cuddle’ is so not a move.”

“It totally is!” you protested, crossing your arms in a huff as he laughed.

“Nope,” he goaded, pulling you closer.

“Yes it is! I never ask you to cuddle!”

“Nah, you ask for cuddles every time you’re wasted,” he laughed, his finger bopping you on the nose.

“That doesn’t count because I’m wasted!” you whined, playfully shoving him with a hand against his chest. He pretended to fall over, pulling you with him till you were on top of him.

“Want me to teach you what’s a real move?” he teased, a hand placed on the small of your back, while the other between you rested on top of yours on his chest.

“Sure, oh genius Namjoon. What is a move,” you asked with a roll of your eyes, looking down at his mischievous grin.

“This,” he said simply, the hand on your back racing up your spine to your neck and pulling you to him, meeting your lips with his, soft and gentle in unleashing a million butterflies in your chest. As they fluttered upwards, they released in little sighs of relief, the fruits of a year’s long crush tasting sweet as his plush lips met yours again and again, softened by the buttery popcorn the two of you had shared.

“Congrats on completing your bucket list, crush,” he murmured between kisses, too eager to stay apart for too long.

“Congrats to you too, crush,” you replied before painting your smile on his once again, the two of you giggling at the absurdity of a random list leading to the euphoria you were experiencing.

You were glad Yoongi needed motivation to ask out his crush, because it turned out so did you, and nothing was better than being lost in Namjoon’s arms. Even if after five minutes he accidentally kicked his laptop off his bed and almost cried at the cracked screen.

It really was the most perfect summer ever, especially when Namjoon finally clicked sent on that email and added a heart-melting confession to your inbox

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hii Aine! Congratulations on 1k, I'm so happy for you!! Can't wait for the next milestone 🥰☺️❤️

As for the opened requests.... May I request some shameless Jack fluff? Snuggels with the Mantis-Boy on a rainy day perhaps? 🥰☺️

Have a lovely day and don't forget to drink enough!

Finally, a request for Jack since I returned!! (U ᵕ U❁) I love rainy day snuggles, it's the BEST. Nothing better than that I think.

Tw: slight nsfw, just slight. I think i shall label it nc16 or PG lmao.

Jack the ripper x f! reader

You were absolutely exhausted from a long and bad morning. A quick trip to the grocery store turned into 4 hours just because someone was trying to steal some extra groceries by putting it into his bag and got caught. He started making a huge hoo ha, causing the line to get stuck with angry people.

You ended up flashing your magic knight badge, which caused a scuffle between the two of you. You won of course; that's why your boyfriend loved you, you could kick a man's ass anytime. But you ended up having to bring him into the station and to top it all, it started raining when you left the station.

You came home, drenched to the boots. Nothing you hate more than water in your boots. You stepped into the shower, letting the warm waters release the tension for the day.

A tall presence was felt behind you, sharing the water with you. You felt a little annoyed at first but two strong and long arms wrapped around your bare body and a familiar head rested on your shoulders. It seemed like you’re not the only one having a bad day.

“Just got home?” You hummed to your lover behind you as you reached for the soap.

“Uh huh. Frickin rain.” He complained to you while shampooing his raven hair. He then proceed to help you scrub your back.

You felt your day already starting to get better with your favourite man around.

You came out of the shower and got dressed. You sat at your vanity table and started drying your hair.

Jack came out in a cotton shorts, the only thing covering his top is the towel draped on his shoulders. The water droplets sliding down his toned body.

He took over the hairdryer in your hands and helped you dry your hair. His long fingers dragged through your strands and your body relaxed under his touch.

After he was done with your hair, he proceeded to dry his own. You dragged your feet over to your shared bed and plopped down in it, letting out a contented sigh. Exactly what you needed after a long and bad morning.

You giant gentle bug came into the bed not long after, pulling you into his arms. Both of you let out a happy sigh together. He pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead and wrapped another arm around your waist, giving you small little pats as though you were a baby.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy with sleep.

"So.. why were you caught in the rain today? where did you go?" you spoke slowly, barely able to keep your eyes open any longer.

"I went out to find you, only to realise you were already home."

"eh?" you were surprised, you thought he went out to run his own errands.

"is that all you can say? I spent my precious day off running in the morning rain looking for you. tsk."

"But I didn't know," you chuckled, "I'm sorry~"

You snuggled closer to him, enjoying his warm body, eyelids heavy again.

"How can i enjoy my sleep without my little bolster around?" he gave you a little squeeze.

You both lay there in silence, enjoying the pitter patter on the windows, finding warmth in each other's arms, the fresh scent of your lavender shampoo taking away whatever stress from the morning events as you both drifted into sleep.

-end-

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Do you or can you recommend any spencer reid Fluff-im in the mood for pure fluff ,Thank you 🥰

Hello lovely Anon! I don’t write or read a load of pure fluff because I am an angsty bitch 🤣 but I do have some recommendations for you! I hope you enjoy these! ❤️

2 Truths and a Lie & All the Little Things both by @juniorgman187

The Melody Lives On (Greys x CM crossover) by @writing-in-april

I’m Positive I Can’t Stay Six Feet Away From You by @andiebeaword

And shameless plug of a few of my own fluffy fics -

Reid My Lips, Sweet Tooth, & Sixty Six Percent

Happy reading dear Anon!

[rogue-durin-16]

DESERVE BETTER

Request: Hey darling 👀 Can I request angst to fluff fic with bill guarnere x reader, where maybe they see each other after the war, when she comes to Philadelphia to see him but he's like, 'you should find someone better than me' y'know? If you don't like it it's totally fine, no worries!❤️

Pairing: Bill Guarnere x nurse!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Requested by: @sparkyluz

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, mentions of death, wounds, let me know if I missed something.

A/N: please someone explain why was this so difficult to write, like??? Also I apologize for how I wrote bill's accent, that's a tricky one. Enjoy tho, and if you'd like to be added to any taglist or have any requests, send and ask <3

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"Dunno if you heard, sweetheart, but Bill's back home."

She had said.

"He's gettin' rest these days, but it'll do him some good to finally see ya."

I cried at Bill's mother's short phone call, but not like I had wailed for weeks, when I had thought him dead.

No; this time, I cried in relief, freeing all my mourning and sorrow with the tears until there were none to shed.

Bill and I knew each other from school; I shared class with him until my family moved out of Philadelphia. It wasn't until a few months before he joined the paratroopers that, by chance, encountered each other.

I had traveled to visit my brother at his job; Bill had turned out to be his co-worker. At first, the Italian boy didn't recognize me. It was only after we had spoken for five minutes when Bill seemed to come to the realization that we had pretty much spent a great part of our childhood sharing class.

He was delighted by that, yet quite embarrassed of not knowing who I was right away.

"Christ, Y/n," he rubbed his neck, head tilted down while his warm eyes stared straight at me through his brows. "Had I known— I didn't really—" he cleared his throat, motioning at my form whilst looking at me up and down. "you look so different!"

"Do I?" He nodded, but I denied slowly with a content smile. "I don't think so. You just didn't pay me much attention, now did you?"

"And I'm a goddamn fool for that, am I right?" He questioned with an incredulous chuckle. "Missin' out on ya," he tsked his tongue. "Must've been blind."

"Must've been." I let out a bashful laugh, straightening my skirt in order to take my attention away from the way he stared. When my eyes flickered back at Bill once more, I caught a smug smirk on his face, which made me laugh again. "What is it?"

"This ain't a proper place to ask ya but" he shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. "If ya want to," he cleared his throat, examining my features with the same anticipation I was feeling. "I'd be happy to pick ya up sometime, y'know," he averted his gaze for a moment, choosing instead to look down while his foot kicked a rock. "Go dancin'... or for a walk maybe?"

"I'd love that!" I replied without missing a beat, trying to hold back my excitement.

We had quickly enrolled in a sweet courtship, to everyone's surprise. Not only because Bill had a bit of a womanizer reputation, but also due to the fact that I no longer lived in Philly, so a long lasting romance wasn't exactly expected by anyone— me included.

Despite that, we somehow made it work, and going against my friends advice, I ended up falling for the shameless, smug Italian boy and his not-so-hidden heart of gold.

He got it just as bad, though; it became more and more noticeable each passing day. Even when he tried to play the 'tough guy' card in order not to be teased, the lovey dovey eyes were still visible to everyone.

Then, he enlisted in the paratroopers.

I enlisted in the Army Nurse Corps.

We promised to write, and we did.

He would tell me about his training at Toccoa, I would tell him about my own at Fort Devens.

We lost touch for a while, which worried me to no end. Ironically enough, we met again in Holland, during operation Market Garden— I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him.

"Bill?" I had been brought to the aid station as an additional help a mere couple of days before. "Bill!" I called his name again, assuming he hadn't heard me over the chaos. I was walking to him when he finally turned around, a dumbfounded, shocked expression keeping his mouth open.

"Y/n?" A relieved laugh left my chest once the encounter seemed to settle in Bill, allowing him to react. His arm were wrapped around me as fast as lightning, squeezing me tight. "Wha- How- The hell are ya doin' here?!"

"My job. What are YOU doin' here?" I pulled back, giving him a quick check in order to figure whether he had been wounded.

"MY job." He took my hands in his and brought me back for another hug, this time more tender. "Get your pretty ass back to the states." He demanded after planting a kiss on my shoulder.

"For you not to write again?" I shook my head no with a teasing grin. "Not a chance, darlin'."

It was him who pulled away this time, keeping my hands on his. "It's not like I didn't wanna write, I—"

"Bill I know, I'm joking." I reassured him, caressing his cheek with my thumb. "I was really worried."

"You have no idea how much I missed ya." He stated, brown eyes full of love dug into mine. "Just wish you weren't here."

After that little moment, we ran into each other a few more times. We made the most of it, and cherished every instant as if it was the last.

We recovered contact, sending a letter everytime we could and hoping for them not to get lost in the mayhem the war was becoming.

We poured our hearts into a couple of badly written lines, placing oath in them. Promising we were fine, promising to keep writing, promising to go back to each other, promising our hearts belonged to one another.

I was pulled back to Paris in order to lend a hand in one of the hospitals, and correspondence became difficult again, but we managed.

At least until January.

Despite Bill's promises, I would have figured he had grown tired of the waiting —war was hell, a long, tedious hell—, had one of his last envelopes not contained the ominous words it did.

'The thought of you is one of the few things that brings hope to my mind in this cold hellhole. If I ever stop writing to you, consider me dead, cause I will be.

Y/n, I think this place might be it for me. I love you.'

So, surely enough, when the letters stopped coming, I thought him dead.

Turns out he wasn't.

Baffled and hurt, I debated for days whether if I should go to see him, as his mother had suggested, or if I should stay away and not bother him.

At the end of the day, it wasn't him who had deemed appropriate to let me know he was safe; there must have been a reason behind that decision, and, legitimate or not, a part of me adviced me to respect it and move on with my life.

The other part, however, urged me to go meet Bill, to confront him and ask for a proper explanation, and to obtain the reassurance that, even if he didn't wish to see me anymore, at least he was safe and sound.

After a week, I ended up opting for the latter. Gathering up all the courage and strength I could find, I put on my best clothes and headed out to the Guarnere's home.

On my way there, I tried to think about a decent way to approach the situation, a firm yet understanding one, but whatever I had come up with evaporated the moment Bill's mother opened the door.

"Y/n, sweetheart." She gave me a broken smile, and I did my best to reciprocate it with one deserving of hers. "Come in, come in."

I obeyed, stepping into her home, now quieter and darker, with one kid less and a life worth of sorrow more.

"D'you fancy anythin'?" I shook my head no, my lips pursed in a polite smile. "Cuppa water? Maybe a sweet?" She questioned again, rushing to the kitchen.

"No, thank you, ma'am." I reiterated, waving one of my hands in dismissal while the other held my purse. "I just thought I'd come see—"

"Bill! 'course." She finished, coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron —not because they were dirty, but because she was anxious about something. Maybe Bill had let her know already that he didn't wish to see me. "He's in his room— I think he's not sleepin' but knock before, just in case, yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am, thank you."

"Y/n!" I turned halfway to meet his mother's eyes; they carried a different kind of sadness I had only seen in women who had lost their kids to the war. "Be gentle with him— understanding. He needs it." I gave the older lady a confused nod, silently promising her to do so.

Knock knock.

"Come in."

I didn't know what I had expected previous to open Bill's door, but it surely wasn't what I was met with.

"Thought I heard ya." He spoke with a grunt, leaving the crutches he had been using against the wall before sitting on his bed.

Aside from the brief glance he had spared me right after I entered the room, Bill didn't meet my gaze; his eyes seemed to wander every corner of the estance, a tinge of discomfort plastered on his face.

He didn't want me there, and I, as a nurse, had some idea of what the reason might be.

"You're alive." Were the first words that left my mouth. Bill shifted uncomfortable under my glance.

"Looks like it." He mumbled. "What brings you here?"

"I—" it took me a moment to elaborate, as I was at a loss of words at his reaction. "I thought you dead."

"Lucky me."

"Bill..."

"Nah, don't start with that." Bill sniffed with a grimace. "I seen ya look like that at the soldiers you took care of. It's pity."

"It's not pity." It took my best effort not to sound frustrated, nor bitter. That's the last thing Bill needed.

"Whatever it is, I don't want it."

Silence.

"Can I sit?" He shrugged, motioning nonchalantly at the mattress. "Why didn't you tell me you were alright?"

"Well, maybe 'cause I ain't alright?" He bit back. "Would you call this bein' alright?" Huffing something under his breath, he attempted to pick up the crutches again, only to be stopped by my hands, gently placed on his shoulder and bicep.

"Woah, what'd you think you're doing?"

"Gotta go help my Ma 'round." His excuse was bad, he knew it as well as I did, but I didn't call it; instead, I indulged him, dropping my hands on my lap while my mind searched for a way to approach this.

I couldn't approach it as a nurse, it seemed wrong somehow, but if I approached it as his... Girlfriend? Former girlfriend? Friend maybe? —I didn't even know where we stood anymore—, I would most likely lash out.

I had to find a middle ground; one personal, yet understanding.

"I'll go help, you stay here." I finally spoke, pushing myself off the bed and easily outrunning Bill, who was already helping himself up, on my movements to the door. Though his words stopped me right on the spot.

"No, you go home." I couldn't help but stare at him with hurt shining through my welled up eyes— not due to the sentence, per se, but because of how definitive he had sounded.

I would have listened to him, I would have fulfilled his wish and left, had it not been for the single tear he managed to wipe before I could fully catch a glimpse of it.

"I'm staying, Bill." He cursed me, securing the grip on the crutches before following my lead to the exit. "Do you want me away?" I asked, not moving out of his path just yet.

"Ye— no! Not like that." He grunted out a 'fuck' balancing himself on his walking aid in order to be more comfortable.

"Then how?" I questioned, pushing out of him the words he was afraid to speak. "How is it, then? You want me away or not?" I tried not to get worked up over it, as remaining calm was the best I could do.

He sighed, still unable to meet my eyes, even when we stood face to face. "Ya know how it is, Y/n." He turned his head to the side. "Ya deserve better than..." Bill gestured at himself. "...this."

My heart shattered in a thousand pieces, and I tried not to stare at him with sadness in my eyes, for he would mistake it for pity.

"Hell, I had little to offer ya before, but now?" He shook his head 'no' with a frown. "I don't even have my whole self!" He exclaimed in desperation, finally looking up; his eyes were bloodshot from the unshed tears, and not crying turned into a challenge. "You're the best looking broad I seen, smart too, and got a heart of gold. You could do so much better than this, and I'd be damned if I let ya settle for it."

"Bill, that decision is mine to make." I stated in a low pitch, my brows as furrowed as his. "I don't want better, I want you. Get it through your thick skull." I could see how conflicted he was about my words just by the way he shifted his weight from one crutch to another. "Unless you really want me away, I'm not going anywhere."

I paused in order to take a deep breath, rubbing my hands together in an anxious manner. My heart stammered so hard against my chest that it seemed as if it would break through and go to Bill. I figured it made sense, since it belonged the him by then.

"I... I don't really know where we stand anymore but, well—" I cleared my throat, nervous yet determined to speak my mind. "Dunno about you, but I meant everythin' I said in those letters." Bill pursed his lips in a thin line. "I love you, nothing's gonna change that."

"Y/n—"

"I'm gonna stand with you, either as a friend or..." I sighed, not able to bring myself to finish the sentence. "You're alive and home, that's all that matters. We'll figure out the rest as we go, alright?"

"Ya don't have to."

"But I want to."

Silence again. Bill opened his mouth like a fish above water, but didn't manage to get anything out. I myself wasn't sure of what else I could say.

Gulping, I reached out to hold his cheek, gently caressing it with my thumb before leaning on to place a chaste kiss atop his opposite cheekbone. I made sure to put every emotion he made me feel on it, just in case this was a goodbye.

His breath hitched; my heart clenched.

I pulled away to stare at him, gifting him a bittersweet smile, my reassuring touch still on the side of his face.

Before I could move away any further, Bill let go of his left crutch, which made me gasp in terror and leap forward in order to hold him steady, but he, unsurprisingly, didn't need my help.

His left palm found its way to the back of my neck and easily pulled me in for a kiss, as wistful as my the expression in my face.

It mirrored the peck I had just imprinted on his cheek; charged with feelings of all kinds, and for a second I worried it was, in fact, a goodbye.

My stomach flipped as I returned the kiss, my hands squeezing his sides in hopes to keep him close to me forever.

But a kiss is just a kiss, and when he retreated in order to take in some air, said hopes vanished. He rested his forehead against mine briefly, his eyes shut and his hand sliding down from my neck to my forearm.

"I don't wanna hold ya back." He confessed in a whisper. "Please don't think I don't love ya, I do, I just—"

"I understand, Bill." I cooed the soldier. "And I need you to understand that you're not holding me back in any way." His shoulders relaxed, as if I had just taken a heavy burden off them. "I'm gonna sit you down, and I'll go help your Ma for ya, 'kay?" He shook his head no and I sighed in desperation. "Bill—"

"Stay with me." He almost begged; when his eyelids fluttered open, I could see the vulnerability his warm eyes held while they gazed into mines. "Just for a bit."

I nodded at his request. "As long as you want me to."

It took us a hot minute to move back to the bed; Bill was a heavy man and I could only do so much to move him. After some struggle, I managed to plop him down, his back leaning on the headboard through the cushions, not without almost falling on top of him.

That earned a tired yet amused laugh from the both of us, and some teasing from his side at the way my cheeks seemed to turn pink. I was quick to toe off my shoes and cart off my jacket before lying down with him, following the invitation of his stretched out arm.

"Just like in the old days, huh?" He commented, reminiscing our time prior to the war when I placed my head on top of his chest, his arm going around me to squeeze me tight. "I'm really sorry for not writing, baby."

"I know." I snuggled again him, my eyes closed as he wrapped both his arms around me. "It's gonna be okay, Bill." I assured him.

"I know it'll be, now that you're with me." He whispered kissing my crown. "I'm so lucky to have ya."

"You can bet on it."

He chuckled, mumbling something about me being a smug bastard before partially sliding down. "Don't mind me if I fall asleep, darlin'." He warned.

I assured him I didn't mind, since I was letting myself ease into his embrace to the point where I knew I too would drift off.

After so many nights weeping, this out-of-time nap would feel like heaven, specially with Bill by my side, and the promise of a future by each other's side ahead.

[rehkkuma]

are you absolutely feral for a character but don't know what to request them for? i got you covered bestie!! (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

(please keep the requesting rules in mind!!)

(click here for my fluff + nsfw alphabets)

FLUFF

“Your hair… It’s so soft.”

“Maybe a kiss will make it better?”

“We don’t actually have to date. It can be pretend!”

“How many more kisses until you shut the hell up?”

“This won’t make us catch feelings… right?”

“Can you hold my hand? It’s cold.” “Babe, there’s a literal heat warning right now.”

“You shouldn’t be up this late.”

"Hey, is he bothering you?"

"Is that my hoodie?"

"Wait-- are you blushing right now?"

"We could be more than just friends."

"Brownies! I made them for you!"

"We can't hold hands until marriage~"

"Your problems are my problems."

"I would love to cuddle you right now, but I'm sick."

"Aren't they so cute when they're asleep?

"Sorry that I look like a mess."

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Don't touch me! Your hands are too cold..."

ANGST

“Please, just one more chance.”

“Are you upset with me?”

“I love you, but this won’t work.”

“We’re just friends.”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“I just had to see you one last time.”

“Am I just an object to you?”

“When did you get so fucking sensitive?”

“You weren’t like this when I met you.”

“It’s not like we’re together anyways.”

“When will you start being honest with me?”

“For once in your life can you not be such a fuck-up?”

"Don't leave me like this. Please."

"I met someone else."

"I'm trying my best." "Your best isn't enough."

"I was just protecting you!"

"Don't act like you know me all of a sudden."

"I don't want to ruin what we have."

SUGGESTIVE (scenarios using these prompts will strictly remain comical for underage characters, AKA no implied sex at all whatsoever)

“Don’t tell me that feels good.”

“Not in public!”

“I’m not a pervert, I swear...!"

“Just like I dreamed.”

“Was that really an accident?”

"Your clothes are dirty, you should really take them off."

"If you're gonna do it, do it gently!" [Another character walks in] "What are you guys doing..?"

"Could you not make that weird face while you're eating that popsicle?"

"Don't mind me. Just enjoying the view."

"Enjoying the view?"

"Learn how to knock before you barge in like that!"

NSFW

“God, just make it quick.”

"Does my hand feel better than yours?"

“Not like that. Do it like this.”

"Did you think you were going to get off the hook that easily?"

“No one’s gonna notice us, it’s fine.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

"I never pictured you as this sensitive. I like it, though."

"Quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear."

"You're so cute when you listen to me."

"If you want it, beg for it."

"You don't have to be so gentle. I'm not a doll."

A few hours ago you didn’t even know my name. Look at you now.”

"You should see your face in the mirror right now."

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

SFW EMOJI PROMPTS

🍻 - Drunk confessions.

🍔 - Stealing their food without them knowing.

🛏️ - Night routines.

🐕 - Getting a pet without them knowing.

🌹 - Asking you out as their Valentine's.

☀️ - Morning routines.

🛍️ - Shopping with them.

💸 - Ways they would spoil you.

🎀 - When they realize how much smaller/bigger your hand is.

💐 - What are anniversaries like with them?

🎁 - Birthday gifts they would give you.

🏝️ - A honeymoon with them.

💕 - Finding out that you're pregnant/they're pregnant.

🚩 - Toxic behaviours they possess.

🧣 - When they give you their hoodie/clothes.

💛 - When they meet your parents/family.

🏡 - What would a family be like with them?

💫 - New Year's kiss.

NSFW EMOJI PROMPTS

🔞 - Getting caught in the act together.

❤️‍ - Getting caught masturbating.

💧 - Showering with them.

🎥 - Would they help you, or sell 18+ clips of themselves?

✨ - Noticing scratch marks on their back.

👀 - How shameless/perverted would they be?

🤪 - Dancing on them in a club/party.

👠 - Seeing you not being able to walk the next day.

🥜 - How they'd react to cumming too fast.

🏩 - First experience at a love hotel.

👋 - Teasingly touching you in public.

🎂 - A "birthday gift."

🖤 - When they realize you're wearing their favourite lingerie set.

🎉 - Making out in a party's bathroom.

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy this is just a curious ask, but would you ever consider writing something fluffy for Scott Huffman? I am enjoying all these smut fics with him so much, but I adore fluff and soft moments❤️ (Maybe if the inspiration hits) again this isn't supposed to come off as demanding or as criticism!🥺 Love you!!

Hi, nonnie! I don't see this as a demand or criticism! I don't want to give too much away, but I actually DO have a fluffy (maybe a bit angsty?) imagine planned for Scott. ❤️ And another possible idea I'm brewing.

I know I've been on the shameless hoe train lately, but hopefully everyone enjoys what I have planned. ❤️ Love and thanks! ❤️

[wangxianficrecs]

❤️A Wedding of Choice by scifigeek14

❤️ A Wedding of Choice 

by scifigeek14

T, 17k, wangxian

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian asked Lan Zhan to tie his headband to his wrist he didn't know the connotations. But, Lan Zhan fully knew that his actions would result in a wedding.

Set as a happy au/canon divergence starting at the Cold Pond Cave scene. Instead of some Yin Metal, Lan Zhan gets a new guquin and a new fiancé.

Wei Wuxian POV, Limited 3rd person.

My comments:  Very sweet, and oh, they're so young! In love as only adorkable adolescents can be. Wei Wuxian is positively effervescent about it.

Excerpts:  "Besides," Jiang Cheng, interrupted, "isn't getting Lan Wangji in trouble your favorite past time?"

"No! My favorite thing is getting him to have fun! It's different!" Wei Wuxian defended, crossing his arms and pouting.

"He never looks like he is enjoying your company."

"He never looks like he's enjoying anything. You just don't understand how to read between the lines. He loves spending time with me. I am a joy. "

"You are something. "

****

"It's not my fault!" Wuxian defended, standing. "I didn't even know that was what tying my wrist with the headband meant. I was just as surprised as you!"

"You got engaged accidentally!?" Jiang Cheng's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head and both Wuxian and Shijie had to smother a giggle.

"Yep! But I can't really complain. Who wouldn't want to marry the Second Jade of Gusu? Everyone will be so jealous. Who do you think will be more surprised to hear the news, Madam Yu or Uncle Jiang?"

"A-xian," Shijie spoke, "if it was without your knowledge or consent you could have refused."

"What? No, I couldn't. Didn't you see the way Lan Zhan acted?"

"He was as passive as usual," Jiang Cheng dismissed as they all moved towards the door.

"You just don't know him like I do," Wuxian insisted. "He was nervous. How could I reject him when he was so serious and nervous about this? He really continues to surprise me!"

"I think the feeling is probably mutual."

"Now I get to surprise him every day forever!" Wuxian exclaimed as they stepped outside.

"I am not sure that is a proper basis for a marriage."

*******

"Would you be happy, Lan Zhan? Married to me?"

Wuxian watched in awe as Lan Zhan gave a slow and calculated nod. Feeling bold, Wuxian reached out and placed his hand over the nearest of Lan Zhan's wrists. Lan Zhan stiffened a bit under the touch but didn't pull away.

"Say something more," Wei Wuxian pleaded. "Two words at least?"

"Wei Ying." Wuxian's breath caught. That was two words.

"Two more." Lan Zhan turned to look at him. His eyes looked like he was smiling though his mouth didn't move to show it.

"Utterly shameless." Wuxian grinned.

"Two more."

"Marry me."

"Yes."

Lan Zhan reached up and untied his headband from his head and, much slower and more gently than the previous time, tied their two wrists together. Wei Wuxian's stomach felt fuzzy like when he was drunk on good wine.

arranged marriage, (sort of), accidental marriage, (sort of), canon divergence, effervescent wei wuxian, everybody lives nobody dies, brotherly feels, fluff, patient lan wangji, falling in love, possessive lan wangji, favorite, first kiss, @scifikimmi​