#october drabbles

[creative-frequency]

DAY 3: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) x Reader: 25. “You know I love you, right?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Alhaitham, the Scribe of the Akademiya, lifted his gaze from the book on his lap. An ankle resting over his knee, he was the picture of relaxation in the quiet of Razan Garden.

He took a glance around the perimeter and your eyes narrowed at the motion. Alhaitham was not comfortable with public displays of affection, especially so since your updated dating status was not even two days old. How the man could be so emotionally detached in public and caring in privacy, you couldn’t understand. It was bordering on split personality.

At least there was no one around the garden to cause him an aneurysm because of your unexpected, very public confession. This time.

“Is there a point to this factual assessment?” Alhaitham replied with a question, as was infuriatingly often his style.

You meandered closer and continued: “It was a pre-emptive counter-argument because I’m about to berate you for skipping the Rtawahist study material acquisition meeting.”

Alhaitham huffed, shrugged nonchalantly and closed the book. His arms raised to welcome you closer and you settled to stand between his knees, heart rate climbing irrationally high. He peered up to your face from under his bangs and placed his hands to your hips. The touch was so gentle but possessive it made your stomach jolt in excitement.

Your dedication was just about to reach the breaking point.

“A-as I was saying. You can’t just skip these meetings. Your–”

Alhaitham leaned his forehead to your chest and you completely lost the thought.

Your fingers weaved into his soft, grey hair. Why were you mad at him again?

“I needed a break,” he said quietly.

You huffed in defeat and hugged him closer.

“Come. Let’s take the afternoon off.”

[lucianhuntress]

23. Thoma x Reader: 22. “Stop hogging the blankets!”

Modern AU.

Nights have grown colder and darker as winter approaches steadily and the staff working at the Kamisato estate have started their preparations for the end of the year. It is your first fall working for the Kamisato clan, but you are eager to learn all the tricks of the trade from someone you managed to become close with.

Thoma is always so sweet as he prepares snacks for everybody and even sometimes goes the extra mile for you— like when he sculpts cute little sparrows out of apples just to cheer you up, sometimes even visiting you off work and bringing roasted lavender melons with him.

He also makes sure that you learn everything there is in your not-so-new-anymore-position as one of the many maids in the house; you've been here for six months already. Yet he craftily assigns you more work than you can possibly finish in a day, making you miss the last bus.

“Looks like you have to stay here tonight!” He apologizes with a warm smile, while bringing you small, perfectly cut sandwiches.

“Why do I feel like you do this on purpose?” You sigh with your arms folded over your chest, pouting slightly, yet grabbing one of his tasty sandwiches.

Thoma lives within the Kamisato house and staying there outside of work hours feels slightly wrong, but then again— you're just visiting your boyfriend, right? And your relationship isn't that big of a secret anymore. 

This is hardly your first time staying at his room for the night, but it must be the coldest one so far as the temperature has been dropping lately and lady Ayaka even mentioned seeing a few snowflakes earlier.

At least Thoma is warm and he will gladly let you snuggle against him too. He happily complies to your requests and even wants to know if your pillow is fluffy enough.

Yet somewhere in the middle of the night you wake up, shivering from head to toes. You look around in the dark room, the only source of light shines through the paper walls as there are candles in the corridors just outside the room.

Thoma has wrapped himself into a cocoon by using —besides his own— your blanket. To which you grumpily hiss: “Thoma! Stop hogging all the blankets!”

The only reply you receive is his quiet, steady breathing. You groan in half-sleep and pull away your blanket and turn yourself into a cocoon like he had done. Sleep reclaims you as soon as you have moved close to the heat source that is the blanket hogging man you have fallen for— Thoma.

[transalphabf]

Halloween short #1

Breath coming out in fast little puffs, you hurried along the outside wall of the graveyard. You didn't mean to be out so late, and the graveyard was the quickest route through back to your home.

Everyone in town always warned you that things lurked in the shadows near the old graveyard, but it never stopped you hurrying past in the small hours after work.

But tonight, the air was thick, and a heavy mist had settled over the cool night. You shivered and pulled your cloak up around your shoulders to fight off the damp chill around you.

And that was when you saw the figure emerging from the shadows. Tall, with a gaunt and pale face, eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness like lamps in the gloom. Even from where you stood, you could feel the heat of his gaze on you, and the gleam of his red eyes.

You wanted to run for safety of the church's hallowed grounds, but your feet wouldn't move.

As he approached, you couldn't help but admire how attractive this inhumanly handsome man seemed.

When he drew upon you, he was the perfect gentleman.

"Are you stuck, do you need some help sir?" He asked you, taking your hand gently, and it was like a spell had been lifted, you could move again. Heat rose in your cheeks, and he grew a hungry look.

"It's not wise for you to be out so late, who knows what kind of brigands may have come across you." He chided softly, golden rings gold against your hand where he held it.

You fell against him like a clumsy foal, and a pang of arousal ran through you at the feel of the strength in his body. He smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

A vampire.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your tdick throb with excitement at the very idea of being alone with him.

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/1: Skeletons

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 509

Additional tags: Halloween decorations, mentions of past mpreg, family fluff, Charles being a lil shit

Side note: if it wasn’t obvious, this takes place in my One Big Happy Family universe. Think of it as a sort of side story offshoot.

———

“Daddy!” Wanda called out as she stomped angrily into the room. Pietro wasn’t far behind, though he was decidedly less incensed.

“Hmm? Charles looked up from the pumpkin decoration he was adjusting. Needlessly, if Erik had anything to say about it. He didn’t, though, being more preoccupied with cooking duties at that moment.

“David made us help him with one of the skeletons!”

“Oh? Do you not like skeletons?”

Wanda shook her head. Pietro nodded his.

“They’re gross!”

“They’re cool!”

Both spoke at once. Wanda fixed her twin with a glare.

“They’re GROSS. I hate touching the bones! I never want to touch bones ever again.”

“Well you see, Flower-“ There was a gleam in Charles’ eye that Erik would have recognized if he’d seen it. As it was, their youngest children were oblivious. “That’s rather unfortunate. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes!” A dual chorus as both of them leaned closer, smiling.

Whispering conspiratorially, he said, “There’s a skeleton touching you right now, from the inside.”

Wanda shrieked in disgust. Pietro’s eyes got very wide. “Really?” He asked.

“Really.”

“Coooooool.” He looked at his own body in awe, twisting this way and that as if he could somehow see the bones moving under the skin.

Wanda was glaring at hers, and Charles could feel the sensation of BETRAYAL wafting off of her. The unexpected joys of parenting, he thought. He could still recall, quite vividly, how Lorna had reacted to finding out where, exactly, babies came from. The look of offended hurt on Erik’s face after their daughter had smacked his arm, yelling “How could you do that to Daddy?” was a cherished memory, especially during his subsequent pregnancies.

Speaking of Erik, the man himself came out of the kitchen. His apron was flour dusted, as were his hands, and he wore an expression of exasperated fondness. It was as if he knew, without being told, exactly what had occurred. Sometimes Charles wondered who was the psychic one between them.

“Pietro, go see if your Tante Raven needs help with her own decorations.” At the sound of his Papa’s voice, their little spitfire was gone in a flash. There was a lingering thought of Oh boy are there more skeleton bones to touch? that almost had Charles cackling.

“And you,” Erik stooped down to Wanda’s level. She was pouting. “You can come with me to finish the baking.”

Now it was her turn to look at her parent with wide, saucer-like eyes.

“Really? Can I help ice the cookies?”

“Once we wash your hands, Maus, you can even help me knead the dough.”

She let out a cheer and ran into the kitchen ahead of him, gross skeleton fact promptly forgotten.

Before following her, mainly to make sure she actually did wash up before touching any of the food preparations, Erik fixed Charles with a look. On anyone else, it would have been a glare, but there was no actual heat to it.

Charles smiled and shrugged.

Erik rolled his eyes before heading back to his work.

[faerieyuri]

qpr nrmy for your drabble prompts

Phoenix awoke to the late morning sunlight streaming through the window. The digital clock display read 10:59 AM, nearly four hours past the time the alarm was supposed to go off.

On the nightstand were remnants of last night’s scandalous activities: stacks of empty lo-mein boxes, a half-eaten melted pint of ice cream. Maya had been feeling down, so they’d binge-watched the gritty Netflix Pink Princess reboot to make fun of it before falling asleep nestled in each other’s arms.

“Nghhh. Maya. We slept in again,” Phoenix mumbled, squeezing Maya awake.

 Maya gurgled something undecipherable into Phoenix’s armpit.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to speak English,” he teased.

That got Maya to stir enough to lift her head, at least. “I said, that’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Phoenix frowned, brushing locks of thick black hair out of Maya's face. “But you’ll miss your morning training session.”

Brown eyes rose to meet his as Maya’s arms constricted to squeeze him close. “That’s okay,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Because it means I get more time with you.”

Warmth swelled in Phoenix’s heart. He had never been one for traditional relationships, but he supposed this was something like what people meant when they talked about “love.” Spending your life with the person you care about most, supporting each other when times or tough, waking up next to each other every morning–wasn’t this what most people dreamed of, without the fairytale romance?

“Hey.” Maya flicked his nose, apparently awake enough for gremlin behavior now.

“Oww, what the hell!”

“You’re giving me that goopy-eyed sappy look again. Stop it.” Maya flashed a shit-eating grin before sitting up to stretch. “Don’t go all soft on me.”

“Oh, I’m the soft one?!”

They continued their bickering and poking and prodding as they slowly made their way out of bed and toward the kitchen. Grinning when Maya couldn’t see him, Phoenix put on water for tea and started on breakfast.

Maybe the word he was looking for wasn’t “love,” but “happiness.”

[littlefluu]

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★ !! SAFE & SOUND by @thatfeelinwhenyou Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive. ᝰ dystopian, post-apocalyptic survival, horror/thriller, slow burn, ANGST , FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD. EVERY TIME A UPDATE COMES OUT I LITERALLY STOP EVERYTHING I AM DOING.ᐟ₊ ⊹

BLOODSTRUCK by @jjunieworld (deactivated) sugg. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾. ᝰ vampire au / vampire!enha / established relationship / suggestive / blood / biting / dry humping / kissing / skinship .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHEN YOU ACCIDENTLY TEXT THEM "WANNA BANG" by @jayparked c. ᝰ best friend enhypen x gender neutral reader / text au .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WITH EASE by @hhmnya f. ᝰ in which hyung line helps you with your kid .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ LEE HEESEUNG ꒷⊹˚₊

ᝰ.ᐟ DO YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. A car accident has turned your life upside down, leaving you with a knee and ankle that ache like they belong to someone three times your age. Navigating college with these setbacks is hard enough, but when your overprotective dad insists you take an internship with the men’s hockey team, you’re thrust back into the world you’ve spent years avoiding. The rink represents everything you’ve lost—and then there’s Heeseung, the captain whom you somehow cannot stop thinking about. ᝰ Hockey team captain! Heeseung x the coaches daughter / Ice hockey au / College sports aus / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn / fluff, a lot of falling asleep in the same bed / some good old family drama .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SULKING WHEN HE HAS TO LEAVE FOR WORK by @jaysng f. pregnancy aches and morning sulks become part of your routine, but heeseung’s soothing touch and playful efforts to put you back to sleep remind you just how loved you are—even when work calls him away. ᝰ nonidol!heeseung!husband x fem!preg!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

I'LL BE HERE WHEN YOU'RE BACK by @honeyedfate f, sugg. ever since his room was revealed to the world on mbc world, heeseung has not known peace—whether it be from engenes or his very own girlfriend ᝰ idol!lee heeseung x gf!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

CROSS THE LINE by @heegyukeluv s, f. “How do you know if someone is flirting with you?”  It was Heeseung’s question to you, and you were left with no option other than to show how you do it. ᝰ childhood best friends to lovers / fluff / kinda miscomunication? / smut .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW by @stllmnstr a. MC and Heeseung meet again at Jays wedding years after their break up and they have some unresolved feelings because they still love each other ᝰ angst / Exes to ?? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ PARK JAY ꒷⊹˚₊

FAST FORWARD by @asahicore f. After yet another romantic disappointment in the form of one Jake Sim, you go to the well you’ve always believed to grant wishes and ask for your one and true love to appear. That night, you go to sleep in your bed but wake up in a strange house. When you head downstairs, you find a man washing the dishes and telling you your favorite meal is waiting on the table for you. You’ve spent hours glaring at the back of that head, you could recognize it anywhere—it belongs to none other than Park Jongseong, your high school sworn enemy... and future husband, or so it seems. ᝰ high school au / the type of e2l where they never really hated each other to begin with .ᐟ₊ ⊹

MUSIC TO MY EARS by @jayparked s. "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. ᝰ music producer jay / established relationship / thunder and lightning storms / cigarette smoking / early morning sex .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★ !! THE ART & SCIENCE OF PARENTING 101 by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, c. the art & science of parenting 101 (PSY1009)— in this interactive course, students will explore the psychological, social, and biological foundations of parenthood. through a mix of theory and hands-on practice, you'll master the art of raising a simulated baby—aka the 'robot child'. late-night feedings, tantrum taming, and crisis control are all part of the deal.   what you didn't expect to be part of the deal? getting paired with jay park—the last person you'd trust to raise, well, anything. you’re pretty sure he couldn’t even take care of a pet rock. now, you’re stuck co-parenting this robot baby together for 40% of your final grade.  ᝰ fluff / comedy / e2l!au / college!au /(fake)parenting!au / he fell first, she fell harder type beat/ Such a banger .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SUN KEEPS RISING (LIKE IT TENDS TO DO) by @zreamy f, s, a. being the mum friend is rewarding, if not a little tricky—you would know. it wouldn't hurt to let someone look after you for once, would it? ᝰ summer au / strangers to lovers, / friends-in-law to lovers really / smut / fluff / angst / GUYS THEY WAY ZO PORTRAYS JAY? UGH. PERFECTION .ᐟ₊ ⊹

AS THE EARTH BURNS TO THE GROUND, LAY HERE WITH ME by @fleuryuns a. it takes an asteroid hurdling toward earth for you and jay to be pulled apart, and then brought back together—but it's worth it ᝰ wealthy (ex)bf!jay x scientist!femreader / end of the world au / exes to lovers / arguments / some platonic!jake thrown in there / ambiguous ending / elements from the movie don't look up / inaccurate portrayal of astrophysics and high school debate clubs .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ SIM JAKE ꒷⊹˚₊

OOPS, JUNO by @moonheecore f, s. Getting accidentally pregnant was the last thing you ever imagined. You were still in school, with so many plans for the future ahead of you. Yet, you felt certain that keeping the baby was the decision you wanted to make. What would your aloof mother think? and, perhaps most importantly, you wonder if Jake would feel the same way? ᝰ college AU / established relationship / baby daddy Jake / toxic mother trope / abortion mentioned / frat parties / body changes during pregnancy mentioned .ᐟ₊ ⊹

KISSES SHARED WITH JAKE by @elikajinnie f, sugg. jake watching you do your makeup and cant ressist kissing you

★!! THE TATTOO ON MY RING FINGER by @thatfeelinwhenyou His neglect wasn’t an accident—it was a choice, one you kept excusing as “busy” while swallowing your hurt and waiting for him to care enough to show up. The harsh truth? He simply didn't care enough to make the effort. Remember this, ladies: if he truly wanted to, he would. "Busy" is just another word for “asshole.” And “asshole” is another word for the man you’re married to. ᝰ marriage of convenience / slow burn romance / enemies to lovers (kinda) / second chance romance / angst .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LOVE RIDE by @whjluv SMAU. after your mutual breakup, your ex disappears from the public eye for almost a year, only to comeback with a deeply emotional album entirely about you, sending fans into a frenzy. they analyze every lyric and link it to your past relationship, causing your breakup to become once again the talk of the internet. upset and surprised that the so private Jake preferred to deal with his emotions publicly instead of talking it out with you, you drop a single in response, highlighting the parts of your breakup he left out. ᝰ smau with some writing / singer au / exes to lovers / second chance / miscommunication trope / angst / fluff / humor .ᐟ₊ ⊹

NO DOUBT by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, a. struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you. ᝰ idol/jake x f!reader, [ft. childhoodbestfriend!jungwon / bestfriends!enha / friends to lovers!au / angstttt / fluff / crack .ᐟ₊ ⊹

ᝰ.ᐟ THE TRUTH UNTOLD & PT. 2 by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. Jake’s world takes a nosedive when he gets a wedding invitation from his high school ex—the same ex who cheated on him—with your ex. Desperate to avoid showing up alone Jake ropes you into a fake relationship, just for the evening. Originally. But if you’re going to sell the lie, you have to make it convincing. That means dates, inside jokes, learning the little details about each other that real couples would know. By the time the wedding arrives, neither of you are sure where the act ends and the truth begins. ᝰ Hockeyplayer! Jake / college sports / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn/ fluff / suggestive / fake dating / he fell first and he fell harder.ᐟ₊

₊˚⊹꒷ PARK SUNGHOON ꒷⊹˚₊

★!! CAPTAIN'S LOG by @peachenle sugg. "If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety. ᝰ hockey college!au / fratboy!au / sexual themes .ᐟ₊ ⊹ Guys I am so in love with this story! Defintely check it out!!

★!! DOWN THE HATCH by @peachenle f, sugg. a collection of moments with sunghoon, shared over meals, snacks, and drinks. a riff off of timestamps. not in chronological order. a continuation/epilogue of captain’s log. ᝰ college!au / fratboy!au / fluff / established relationship / some suggestive content .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LIGHTHOUSE by @jjunieworld (deactivated) f, a, h, s. the land has always been something you desperately wished you could walk on. be like the humans and walk among them. one dark and stormy night, you are granted your wish—but, it comes with a deadly price. and you only have one month to decide if you’re willing to pay it. ᝰ strangers to lovers / kinda love at first sight /mermaid!reader / lighthouse keeper!sunghoon /fantasy / slow burn / slice of life / forced proximity / classic story of a mermaid washing up on shore with a twist / slight smidge of horror elements .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE THIS SUMMER by @asahicore f, s, a. Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time ever there, you soon find out that maybe the cold but cute horse nerd next door who doesn’t want to talk to you might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life. ᝰ summer au / strangers to mutual dislike to friends to lovers ig / city girl x country boy type beat .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SPF 23 by @zreamy f, s. for as long as you can remember, your summers have been much the same, largely spent in your hometown, relaxing by the local pool. when you get back home this summer, things seem like they'll go the same way, until you get to the pool that is — when did the lifeguard get so hot? ᝰ smut, fluff, people that kinda know each other to lovers, summer au, lifeguard au, sunghoon is buff and shy and ugh guys its SO good .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! THE DOLLMAKER by @jjunbug a,f,h. you were sunghoon’s muse, his flawless, perfect wife that he dresses in frilly dresses and makes sure you always looked like the idealized woman. that much was evident from all the dolls he made of you that sat proudly throughout your home. but, when sunghoon isn’t there, the dolls move and show you things that would otherwise be hidden in the shadows. one day, they show you something so frightening, something completely sinister that you force yourself to believe that it isn’t real. your beloved husband wouldn’t do something like that, would he? you weren’t so sure about your answer anymore. ᝰ established relationship / angsty & mature themes / smut / some fluff / husband & dollmaker!sunghoon / gothic vibes /supernatural elements / THIS WAS SO SCARY BUT SO GOOD OH MY GOD .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHY by @hoonieyun a. breaking up with your boyfriend means losing a lover but what happens when your boyfriend was also your best friend, meaning you lost both and now have to face him for a popular youtube show ᝰ angst / heartbreak / exes reunited / exes to ..? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ NISHIMURA RIKI ꒷⊹˚₊

RUINED MAKE OUT SESSIONS by @rose-petles sugg.

TEXTING BF!NI-KI by @jaeyunluvbot SMAU, c.

YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME, BUT BABY I WANT YOU by @purinfelix f. after growing tired of his constant teasing you made up your mind not to give Niki anymore of your attention, but you should've known that he wouldn't let you go that easily - and is willing to go to desperate measures to get you just to look at him ᝰ delinquent Niki x class president reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

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@zreamy @jjunbug @thatfeelinwhenyou @jakesimfromstatefarm

[grapejuicenharry]

Angel

Harry and Y/N are best friends— except they have feelings for each other (4k words)

warnings : smut 18+, fluff, kissing, grinding, jealous h

read part 2 of angel here

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Harry really liked—no, loved—Y/N, but he would never admit it to her. She was his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her. She was like sunshine in his life, someone he could always rely on.

“Harry, my feet hurt,” Y/N whined beside him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy from one too many drinks. They were walking back from a party thrown by one of Harry’s friends, Alex. It was his birthday, and even though Harry and Y/N hadn’t planned to attend, today had been their last exam of the semester. That called for celebratory drinks after all the hard work they’d put in. Sleepless, stressful nights spent preparing for exams, completing assignments, and submitting papers—it had all been overwhelming, and tonight felt like the ideal way to finally blow off some steam.

“Didn’t I warn you about those heels?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice as he raised an eyebrow. He knew those heels always gave her trouble and told her to wear something more comfortable, but Y/N, being Y/N, never listened.

“Yeah, but they make me look sexy, and I wanted to be tall enough to at least reach your neck,” she replied absentmindedly.

“Well, guess that means I’m carrying you the rest of the way,” Harry said, and before she could protest, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders.

“Harry, my dress is too short! I’m going to flash everyone,” Y/N laughed, though there was no real concern in her voice.

Harry chuckled, placing his hand carefully to keep her covered. Besides, the streets were almost empty at 2 a.m., and there was hardly anyone around to notice.

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Y/N met Harry on the first day of college. She was nervous and eager to make friends. Hurrying to her seat, she noticed Harry sitting next to her. The first thing she saw was his mop of curly hair, and she thought he was incredibly cute. He looked so innocent and nerdy in his black-rimmed glasses. He was just too adorable.

He wore a white T-shirt that highlighted his bulging biceps, with tattoos peeking through. Suddenly, Y/N found herself wanting to see every tattoo that adorned his beautiful body. She was so curious and lost in her thoughts about him that she didn’t realize Harry was, in fact, looking at her.

Harry thought he was dreaming as he looked at Y/N. She seemed like an angel, a beautiful one at that. She wore a cute white hoodie adorned with pink bows, and her curly hair framed her lovely face perfectly. What captivated him the most were her eyes; they were alluring, radiant, and a luminous shade of dark brown. Next were her luscious pink lips, so full and plump that he suddenly wanted to kiss them and taste them. He wondered if they tasted like berries or cherries, secretly hoping they tasted like cherries, his favorite fruit.

“Do you have an extra pen?” Y/N asked in a hushed voice. “I forgot to bring my pouch,” she added with a little pout.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” Harry replied, fixing his glasses, clearing his throat, and answering in a hoarse voice. He couldn’t believe she was actually talking to him.

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Later that day, they sat together at lunch, talking as if hours had passed. Y/N was so grateful to have found someone as kind as Harry, who listened to every word she said with such intent. They chatted about random topics, like their favorite TV shows and ice cream flavors. When Harry revealed that his favorite flavor was mint chocolate chip, Y/N made a weird face.

“Shut up—no, don’t you dare say it!” Harry exclaimed, amused.

“But it tastes like toothpaste!” Y/N whined playfully.

“No, it does not!” Harry shot back. Y/N made a mental note to convince Harry to try every other flavor until he grew to hate mint chocolate chip.

They soon became inseparable—best friends. Harry didn’t realize just how much he had started to like Y/N until it was almost too late. He thought frequently about confessing his true feelings, but there never seemed to be the right moment. He cherished the friendship they had, and the thought of losing her terrified him to his core. So he kept those feelings hidden, bottled up, and accepted her as his best friend.

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Harry set Y/N down on the couch when they reached her apartment. He kneeled down to take off her heels. “Ouch, slowly please,” YN whined.

“I am never letting you wear these stupid shoes again. Your feet are all red and swollen,” Harry countered, looking genuinely concerned. He hated seeing Y/N in pain. He wanted to protect her from everything and keep her safe in his cocoon—just him and Y/N.

He then carefully carried a sleepy Y/N to her bedroom and started looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear. After finding a suitable shirt, he went to the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes and returned to find half-asleep Y/N lying on the bed. “Sweetheart, this will only take two minutes, I promise.” He began wiping her face gently.

After getting Y/N all ready for bed, Harry changed his own clothes. Y/N had “borrowed” too many of his shirts, but honestly, he never minded it. In fact, he secretly liked when Y/N wore his clothes. She looked breathtaking in his oversized shirt paired with her tiny shorts, which made Harry lose his mind.

“Come to bed and cuddle me; I need to sleep,” Y/N grumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Coming, sweetheart, just two minutes,” Harry replied with a smile. He knew how grumpy Y/N got when she was sleepy. He quickly climbed into bed, set his glasses on the side table, and pulled her to his side. Cuddled next to him, Harry didn’t mind being the big spoon. He loved having Y/N molded to his side—the sweet scent of her hair, which smelled like strawberries on a sunny day, and the soft skin that felt like vanilla sundae. He adored every inch of her. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Everything around him was rainbows and sunshine; she made everything look like it was through rose-tinted glasses.

But Harry also loved being the little spoon. There were days when he just wanted to be held, and honestly, Y/N loved having him like that—clingy, needy, like a cute little puppy.

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One day, Harry arrived at Y/N’s apartment looking extremely worn out. Y/N was lying on the bed, comfortably engrossed in her favorite novel. She grew concerned upon seeing Harry. 

“I am so exhausted, and my head hurts,” Harry exclaimed, throwing his bag on the floor. “I had to sit in Professor Martin’s class for two hours, plus I had a psychology presentation today,” he stated tiredly while rubbing his drowsy eyes behind his frames. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry you had such a long day, baby. Come on, lie down, and I’ll massage your head,” Y/N replied, removing the blanket from her lap. Harry immediately climbed onto the bed and dropped his head in Y/N’s lap. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the side table before starting to massage his head.

She threaded her fingers in his curls, scratching his head lightly, rubbing, and applying just the right amount of pressure. Harry let out a soft moan as he could already feel the tension melting away, his body instinctively relaxing further into her lap.

 “Feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against her legs. 

As her skilled fingers glided over his scalp, working their magic and easing the stress that had built up after a long week. 

Y/N smiled, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. She varied her movements, alternating between gentle rubs and firmer pressure, focusing on the areas where he seemed to carry the most stress. Her fingers danced through his hair, and she leaned forward slightly to whisper, “You deserve this. Just relax.”

After what seemed like hours of massaging, Y/N realized Harry had fallen soundly asleep on her lap. His face looked peaceful, with his eyes closed and soft snores slipping through his pretty pouty lips. He looked so adorable, and Y/N couldn’t help but wish she could freeze time to savor this moment longer.

Knowing Harry would probably complain about his back in the morning, she gently shifted him, lifting his head from her lap and placing it on a pillow. His brows furrowed slightly, so she soothingly rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth away any lingering tension. Half asleep, Harry instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and nuzzling his face against her boobs. His personal pillow: He always has the best sleep whenever she holds him. Y/N smiled down at him. His curls tickled her jaw, and she couldn't resist leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his head.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead,” Y/N whispered, smiling at Harry, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

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Harry was never the jealous type—at least, not until Y/N came into his life. but right now he cant help but a bitter sensation rises up his throat when he sees yn with Jacob. A total douchebag who flirts with every girl in the college, Standing next to Y/N, too closely according to harry. Harry had come to find Y/N so they could grab tacos at their favorite spot, but instead, he’s witnessing this. Does Y/N like him? Does she have a crush on him that he doesn’t know about? What if Y/N is interested in him and wants to end her friendship with Harry? Will she forget about him? All these questions overwhelm Harry’s mind at the sight. No, no—Y/N was only his. His best friend, his angel, his sweetheart. She would never do something like this. His chest suddenly started burning at such thoughts. 

Jacob says something which makes Y/N burst into laughter. His chest tightens at the sight. He wants to be the only person to make yn laugh like that. He curses inwardly that jacob gets to experience the sweet melody of her laughter, her laugh that can instantly brighten up the room with warmth and sunshine. He thinks to himself, Does Jacob know her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs? or how the mole under her right eye disappears when she laughs because of the fullness of her cheeks? 

“Oi, whatchu looking at?” Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face. He hadn’t realized she had come over and was talking to him. “You look like you could kill someone,” she teased, giggling as she spoke to him. 

“Was that Jacob talking to you?” Harry asked, trying to sound casual even though he was fuming inside. “Yeah, he wanted my chemistry notes because apparently he spilled coffee on his,” Y/N replied, wrapping her arm around Harry's as they walked together. 

“Did you give them to him?” Harry asked, mentally cursing Jacob and hoping she hadn’t. 

“No, obviously I know he just wanted an excuse to hit on me. I’m not dumb,” Y/N exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you know I don’t like sharing my notes with anyone except for you, because you know how to take care of them.” She chided and planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek. His face instantly heated. 

“Good,” Harry whispered quietly, fixing his glasses, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to hide the blush of his cheek and unable to suppress a smile at the thought of Y/N rejecting that jerk. 

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Harry loves when Y/N gets touchy like this with him. When randomly she hugs him, kisses him on his cheek, forehead, or settles on his lap while watching a movie. Her spontaneous kisses leave a soft tingle on his skin, and he can’t help but smile every time she curls up in his lap. It’s in these moments he feels closest to her, as if every touch and every kiss is a silent confession of how much she means to him. His arm instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her in a little tighter, enjoying the way she fits perfectly against him. The movie on the screen fades into the background; all he can focus on is the warmth of her body and the way she makes him feel—like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. It all feels so natural. And they never have those awkward moments because they both love these touches. Whenever yn touches him, he feels electricity buzzing through him, in a good way. His skin feels like jello and his heart is thumping loudly, His brain is all muddled with goo and sparkles. 

He wants to treasure those moments forever and constantly wishes for more and more. 

It was one of those rare evenings for Harry and Y/N, Where the world seemed to quiet down just for them. They had just finished with their midterms and needed this for the longest time. Dim yellow lights, a bottle of red wine sitting on the table, a soft record player playing in the background. Legs tangled under the blanket as Harry and Y/N sat closer to each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. The warmth of Yn’s body pressed against him felt like home.

Harry’s fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, twirling it between his fingertips. His eyes traced over her face, taking in every detail — the curve of her lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Harry whispered, his voice low and soft, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile and cheeks already flushed because of wine, changed into a deeper shade of red at his words. “You always say that.” Slurred her words lightly. 

“Because it’s true,” he murmured, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. His fingers gently tugging at her bottom lip, eyes flickering to her mouth. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of telling you that.” 

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N felt her heart race as Harry’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with something deeper than just affection.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N tilted her head, her lips brushing against Harry’s in the softest kiss, testing the waters. It was brief- just a featherlight kiss- but enough to send a shockwave through him. Harry let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender. As he leaned in closer, Y/N gently pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, making it easier for them to get lost in each other. Suddenly, he realized what he had done.

Harry pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with surprise at his own action.

“Sorry,” he blurted out, his voice panicked. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing, but there was no trace of anger or discomfort on her face. Instead, she smiled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest at his sudden vulnerability. “No, Harry… It��s okay.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean—”

“Harry,” Y/N interrupted gently, her voice barely a whisper as she moved closer, her hand resting on his cheek. “It’s okay, I want this, I promise.”

Harry couldn’t quite grasp what was happening—it all felt too surreal, like something straight out of his dreams. Yet, here it was, playing out in real time. In the blink of an eye, Y/N tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt as she pressed closer to him, wanting to be as near as possible. Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt, before cradling his face. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Harry was still trying to make sense of it all, but instinctively, his hands found their place—one tangling in her hair, the other resting gently on her neck.

The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions that had been simmering under the surface for so long. His lips were soft, and she could taste the faint hint of wine on them. Their lips molded perfectly, like it was meant to be. Time seemed to blur. It must have been five minutes, or five hours; neither of them knew. It was a heated blend of tongue, teeth, and lips. 

Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it. Harry pulled back, catching his breath, resting his forehead against hers. His heart pounded, blood rushing south; he was so hard, making him ache beneath her. 

“Can I take off your top, baby?” He whispered, his breath warm against her jaw as he kissed and nipped at it.

“Yes, yes, please,” she murmured, and that was all the permission Harry needed. He swiftly pulled off her shirt—his shirt—and eagerly ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin. 

“So soft, your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his hands working behind her, unclasping her bra. 

Her tits were a piece of art—Round, so full and perfectly perky. His large hands cup them, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers. 

Now she sat only straddling him in her thin, barely there sleeping shorts; she could feel his hard cock beneath her, thick and throbbing, nudging her entrance. Her dampness was seeping through both of their shorts. A delicious remainder, how much she wanted him. He could feel her cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him. 

 Harry had to shut his eyes and  take  a few steady breaths as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. Slowly, he leaned forward, prepping light kisses along the curve of her breast. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back, giving him more access to her boobs. He latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly, while his free hand teased her other breast, tugging and rolling the sensitive nub. Y/N hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, writhing on his cock couldn’t help but start grinding, writhing on his lap.  

"Feels good," she murmured, eyes closed as  she gently took his glasses from his head and placed them on the couch next to them, her fingers threaded through his messy curls. His cock twitched beneath her, nudging her clit, and she could feel her body growing even wetter, soaking through the fabric that separated them. Harry kept switching between her breasts, his mouth worshipping each one as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Making her more drenched 

“Just like that, ride me Y/N” Harry growled, his voice low and demanding. His hands slid from her breast to her waist, guiding her movements. Making her move forward and backward, her clothed, dripping core dragged across his cock, making them both shiver with need. His tattoos peeked through as he finally tugged his shirt off, revealing his inked chest - abs flexing under the butterfly, the black ink stark against his flushed, heated skin.

Y/N's fingers trailed down, dragging her nails across his chest, loving the way his tattoos twisted beneath her touch. She leaned down, biting his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry groaned, loving the possessiveness of it—her mark on him. He was hers. 

“You’re doing so good, Angel” he murmured, nipping her ear. Harry was a complete mess beneath her. His eyes glossy, pupils blown away with lust, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips slick and swollen from their kisses. He looks so sexy, Y/N leaned forward, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing each other’s  moans while increasing her pace. 

He could not believe Y/N was on top of him, grinding against his cock, her sweet little moans filling the air. He was sure he’d reached heaven. He glanced down between them, seeing the wet patch her arousal had left on his shorts, mixed with his own pre cum. 

As Y/N ground herself against him, her clit dragged over the thick length of his cock, and each upward motion had his tip grazing her entrance. The feeling made them both shiver. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut in bliss, her lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back a whimper. 

Harry slid his hand down, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, tight circles, giving her that extra bit of pleasure she craved. “I want you to feel good, baby,” he whispered, his fingers working faster, determined to push her over the edge. His angel deserved to feel good. 

Y/N threw her head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered meekly, her voice shaking. Harry quickened his pace, his fingers pressing into her clit with just the right amount of pressure. ���Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his voice thick and desperate.

Y/N cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the coil in her belly finally exploding, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like she was floating—fireworks and butterflies all at once. 

She has never cum so hard in her life. Her fingers never did the job, and vibrators were too boring for her. 

Below her, she feels Harry twitching. He buries  his face in her neck, biting down a patch of her skin to stifle his own moan as he reached the brink. Both arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes shut, loud and desperate whimpers falling from his lips. 

“That’s it, honey,” Y/N cooed, her voice soft and soothing, threading her fingers through his damp curls as she continued to ride him. She could feel him shaking beneath her as his orgasm finally hit, releasing with a loud groan as his body went rigid. His vision blurred, ears ringing, as the bliss overwhelmed him completely. He felt like he was in paradise, his body melting into hers.

For a moment, they just stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync, both of them coming down from their highs. Still trying to make sense of what just happened. Harry let out a breathy laugh, looking for his glasses and placing them again on his face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, still catching his breath.

Y/N smiled down at him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, loving how warm he felt under her touch. “And you’re a mess,” she teased softly, laughing with him. Harry grinned, pulling her closer.

"Yeah, but I’m your mess," he murmured, kissing her softly, the intimacy between them palpable.

They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, exchanging gentle kisses. “I want this with you, Y/N” Harry whispered, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something for you. That I don’t feel this whenever I’m around you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening as his words hit her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

Harry pressed on, the confession spilling out of him like a flood. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to ruin us. You’re my best friend, Y/N. The most important person in my life, and I was terrified of messing that up. But tonight... it just felt right. It always felt right with you.” 

The air hung heavy between them, the weight of his confession pulling her down, making her chest tighten. Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had always felt something too—always pushed it aside, too afraid of what it would mean for them and for their friendship. But now that it was out there, she couldn’t run from it anymore.

Harry’s eyes softened behind his glasses,  his heart racing a mile a minute. He had finally said it—the words he never thought he’d be able to voice, yet they spilled out of him because he couldn’t hold them in any longer. He had to tell Y/N everything. 

But he still didn’t know if she felt the same, if she liked—no, loved—him back. And though the thought of her rejecting him terrified him, he was ready for it. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, but he would respect her decision, even if it meant she wanted him out of her life completely. It would hurt—of course, it would—but the idea of staying by her side and making her uncomfortable hurt even more.

He braced himself for her response, never expecting what she would say next.

 “I love you, Harry. I think I’ve loved you for a long time... but I was too much of a coward to confess it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. “All this time, I didn’t want to lose you, so I just... ignored it. But tonight? It meant everything. I want this with you too.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear. 

“I always thought you had a thing for Emma from our sociology class,” Y/N added with a teary giggle, realizing how silly it sounded now.

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. Emma? He had never thought of her as more than a classmate. His friends had mentioned once or twice that Emma might have a crush on him, but he’d never taken it seriously. His focus had always been on Y/N.

Before he could explain, Y/N cut him off. “But now I get it—you don’t like her. It was probably just my insecurities talking,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Baby, Y/N, look at me,” Harry gently commanded. “I had no idea you were worrying about all of this. Emma? I’ve probably spoken to her five times at most, and I don’t like her that way at all. You have nothing to be insecure about.” He cupped her jaw tenderly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, my angel. The only girl I love and care about.”

Harry's thumb continued to stroke Y/N's cheek gently, his eyes soft and unwavering as he held her gaze. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’ve never even thought about anyone else the way I think about you. It’s always been you.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the insecurity that had weighed her down for so long now starting to lift. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry wasn’t finished. His other hand slid down to cradle her waist, pulling her more closer if that was possible. They were basically molded together. 

“I love the way you say my name; I love how you play with my rings whenever you get nervous; I love the way you get excited over little things; I love the way you get grumpy whenever you are hungry; I love the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. And I love you; don’t ever want you to doubt that, okay?” 

Y/N felt warmth flood her chest as his words washed over her. She’d spent so long overthinking everything, never realizing that Harry had been feeling the same all along.

She blinked back the last of her tears, smiling up at him. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise,” she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there. “Because you care so much,” he murmured against her skin. “And that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. the tension in her body melting away.

Harry resting his chin on the top of her head. “But now, no more hiding, yeah? No more overthinking or doubting. It’s just us now. I’m yours, and I’ve always been.”

Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, her smile widening as her fingers laced through his. “Just us,” she repeated softly.

Harry’s heart swelled as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “Just us,” he echoed, his voice a gentle promise.

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𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 ♡

Spencer Reid x reader || Main masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: You can't sleep. Spencer comforts you.

word count: 1.1k

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖) 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

You lie awake in the dark, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around you like a thick blanket, but it does little to ease the restlessness swirling in your mind. The clock ticks softly, each second dragging on as you stare at the ceiling, your thoughts a jumbled mess of worry and sleeplessness. It’s past 2 am, and the world outside feels distant, almost invisible in the night’s embrace.

You toss and turn, searching for a position that might bring solace, but every angle offers more discomfort than peace. You’re afraid of waking Spencer, who is laying next to you, snoring ever so gently. With a soft sigh, you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. 

The chill of the wooden floor sends a shiver up your spine as you touch your feet to its surface. You take a moment to listen to Spencer’s steady breathing, the rhythmic sound bringing a sense of calm amidst your tumultuous thoughts. You don’t want to disturb him, but the urge to escape your own mind compels you to leave the warmth of the bed.

You tiptoe out of the narrow bedroom, careful not to make the floorboards beneath you creak. The living room is dimly lit by the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows that dance lightly on the walls. You find solace in the quiet, a raw contrast to the noise occupying your head.

You head to the kitchen where the faint scent of coffee somehow still  linger from earlier that day. You take a glass out from the cupboard over the sink and fill it with nice, cold water. As you lean against the counter and take a sip, you allow your mind to wander through the worries that had kept you awake—the project at work that feels insurmountable, the looming deadline, the casual but devastating comments from colleagues that have burrowed deep into your psyche. You squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to silence the internal critique that seems to echo louder in the stillness.

Just then,  you hear the soft creak of the floorboards outside your bedroom. You open your eyes and as you turn you find Spencer standing in the doorway.

Your name falls from his lips, his voice is a gentle whisper,  laced with concern and also  slightly gravelly from slumber. His hair is slightly tousled. You can see the soft glow of the moonlight catching his features, highlighting the warmth in his brown eyes.

“Hey,” you reply quietly, not sure whether to feel embarrassed or relieved that he’s found you like this.

Spencer steps closer, his expression shifting from worry to understanding as he takes in your restless state. “Can’t sleep?” he asks, his voice soothing, as if he’s trying to absorb your troubles just by being near.

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. “I don’t know why. I just… can’t turn my mind off.” 

He nods slowly, his gaze intent as he contemplates your words. “I know the feeling. Do you want to talk about it?” he offers, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile calm between you.

You contemplate his offer, the urge to unburden yourself battling with a sense of vulnerability. You know Spencer cares deeply and would listen without judgment, but sharing the turmoil swirling in your mind feels daunting. Still, the sincerity in his gaze encourages you to open up just a little.

“There’s just a lot going on at work,” you finally admit, stirring the water in your glass absentmindedly. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

He shakes his head slowly, his gaze intent, but soft. “How many times haven’t I woken you up?”

“That’s different,” you insist, he is the one working for the BAU, the ones dealing with real chaos and danger. You can’t help but feel your troubles pale in comparison. 

He seems to be considering whether he should press you more on the subject, but it seems like he can sense that you don’t really feel like talking about it right now. “Come back to back to bed with me?” he suggests, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the night.

A small part of you wants to protest, to insist you’ll be fine on your own, but the warmth radiating from him is inviting. Besides, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he offers a kind smile makes it hard to resist his gentle persuasion.

Spencer moves to your side, his presence calming the storm inside you. You stand together in the dim light, and he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. It’s comforting, the way he holds your hand—the little squeeze, the steady grip that tells you he’s right here. With a soft smile, you nod and accept his offer.

“Come on,” he murmurs, leading you back toward the warmth of the sheets.

You follow him, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away as you get under the covers.

Spencer climbs in next to you, a warm, reassuring presence that makes the room feel just a bit less daunting. He glances at you, his brow slightly furrowed. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” he asks after a moment, his voice a gentle nudge.

You nod your head again, this time feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah, I’m sure…” You pause, glancing at him. “But you can hold me..?”

“Of course.” His voice is so gentle.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” you say again. 

“Hey,” he says softly, turning to face you. “You don’t have to apologize. I’d much rather be here with you than be asleep when you’re feeling this way.”

There’s something undeniably comforting in his words. You can feel the sincerity behind them, the way he genuinely cares. You curl up next to him, resting your head against his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. His warmth envelops you, easing the remnants of your worries.

“Just breathe,” he whispers, his voice low and calming. “Focus on my voice. In and out, alright?” You follow his lead, inhaling deeply, then exhaling slowly, letting the rhythm of your breaths sync up with his.

With every breath, you feel yourself sinking further into relaxation. You close your eyes, letting the soothing cadence of his heartbeat lull you as he softly explains little trinkets of information—a random fact, a piece of trivia—that keeps your mind from wandering too far into restless thoughts.

Gradually, the tightness in your chest fades, and you feel yourself drifting. The warmth of his affection and care wraps around you like a safety net, a secure space where worries can’t reach. As sleep begins to pull you under, you whisper a soft, “Thank you, Spencer,” a final whisper of gratitude that slips past your lips, wrapped in drowsiness.

“Always,” he replies, his voice fading into the background like a sweet lullaby. You let the darkness take you, knowing that you’re safe with him, cocooned in warmth and comfort, drifting into a sleep that feels finally earned.

[sur-i-ki]

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Authors note: it's October. Don't read this if you're a minor.

Shoyo has always had this habit. He'll keep going after something until he gets it. One more game. One more round. One more date.

One more time.

It drives you insane, in the best way possible. During his time away, it was always 'One more call.' or 'One more hour.' He was insatiable. Always being the supportive partner, you'd give in, but not too much. Never too much. Of course, that didn't last when he came back.

Before Shoyo left, he was timid. Not in the sense that he was shy with you, but more in the sense he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. His words. Although, that does not apply to him anymore, in any way, shape, or form. He'd grown into his body, and grown into more as a whole and it stole your breath at the airport.

Literally.

One moment he was at the end of the terminal and next thing you know, his lips were on you and his hands were gripping your waist. Shoyo's presence took your breath away. As the greetings came and went that day, you didn't leave his side. He wouldn't let you.

A hand on your lower back, or holding yours. But he'd become possessive in touch, ever so slightly. You couldn't help but think he was behaving like he hadn't played a game in a long time. He'd finally found a ball, an arena. His hand brushed your nape and fiddled with your hair. He stole kisses every chance he could.

One more time.

What you hadn't expected was what would happen the minute you locked your door that night. When you turned your unsuspecting back to poor Shoyo, the man just couldn't help himself.

Look at you. Finer, prettier, and his. Just as the tell-tale sound of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded, your hair was over your shoulder and his mouth was on your neck. His name came out as a strangled gasp, and you couldn't believe it. This cannot be the Shoyo who gave you timid kisses on your cheek and had shy, albeit clumsy sex with you.

There was something about him, something had changed, because you were already hyperaware of him after such a long time, and this was just, insane. Rapidly losing any semblance of higher-functioning thinking, you whip around in your man's arms. You just had to see him, had to confirm that this was your Shoyo and not some, some imposter!

And the look in his eyes could only be described as hungry love. it was the look he got on the court when he was in his flow.

"Sh-shoyo?"

Your back was up against the wall, his hands resting on your hips. His eyes looked into yours, then fell to your lips. Maybe it was a little mean of you, but you can't help but bite your lips, looking up at him. He gives a little smirk before he kisses you again, but it's heated this time, with an edge that wasn't there before.

Soon, you're on your bed as he all but throws on you it, lifting his arms up and shedding his shirt somewhere on your floor. Not that you cared in particular where it landed, because the scene in front of you was much more interesting. Shoyo was more muscle now, and you'd felt it but seeing it was different. You automatically shuffle a bit, and he tracks the movement before his mouth is leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck and his hands are moving on your chest.

"Shoyo-!"

His face is still buried in the crook of your neck when he speaks, his voice vibrating through you.

"Just, missed ya' so bad, pretty."

And who can argue with that logic?

Not you, if the state of you was any indication. He’d done something, and next thing you know your legs are now on his shoulders, which are so much more wider, and his head in between them, and sweet heavens, this man was gonna ruin you.

Your hands were in his hair or gripping the sheets, and you’re pretty sure that you are being the opposite of shy at this moment, with the sounds Shoyo’s tongue keeps pulling out. You’re so close to your high, and his hands are curved around your legs holding you in place. You feel as if you are going to shatter.

“Come on,” his voice reverberates through you, and you glance down at him. His eyes are already on your face though, and you don’t break eye contact until his does this long swipe with his tongue and you are done for. Snapping your eyes shut you cry his name as he works you through your orgasm.

You know you’re panting hard, but his fingers are fiddling with you now and you know you won’t walk tomorrow when he smirks up at you and says,

“One more time.”

And you can’t say no. You never have. Who says you’ll say it now?

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[rafeys-sweetie]

𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧-𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ౨ৎ

Summary: Cozy day with Drew and puppies down in Salem mass during October. <3

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Artsy!Reader

౨ৎ - 🧸ྀི - ౨ৎ

The air in Salem was steeped in cinnamon and cold. That kind of crisp, coastal chill that made your breath visible and your fingers seek warmth even if it was just an excuse to tangle them in his. The streets buzzed with tourists, cameras flashing against storefronts that had leaned into the kitschy spirit of Halloween. Cobblestone sidewalks were littered with auburn and saffron leaves, crunching under your heels boots as you walked just a little too close to Drew, your shoulder brushing his arm with every step.

Click. Click. Your heeled boots tapped along the uneven path as you led Zora, her little collar jingling like a wind chime as she sniffed everything and everyone. You couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could he.

“You know,” Drew said, watching you tug your cream scarf tighter as the wind picked up, “this might be the most you place I’ve ever been.”

You smirked, tilting your head up at him. “What does that even mean?”

He reached for the coffee cup in your hand, took a sip, and made a face. “Pumpkin spice,” he said like it was a dirty word, his tongue poking out dramatically as he exaggerated a gag.

You gasped. “Blasphemy. You chose to come to Salem in October, babe.”

“I came for you,” he murmured, stealing another sip anyway. The whipped cream left a little mustache across his upper lip. He didn’t notice.

You did.

“Ugh, come here,” you said, stepping closer, the heel of your boot catching a bump in the sidewalk. Drew caught your waist like it was instinct, steadying you, hands warm even through your jacket.

“Careful,” he chuckled, voice low as he leaned in, nose brushing yours.

You wiped the cream from his mouth with your thumb, then kissed the spot softly, lingering just enough to feel him smile. “You had a little situation,” you teased.

“Mm, thanks, pretty girl.”

Your face warmed under the chill. His compliments always landed like falling leaves quiet, soft, and perfectly timed.

You walked on like that, pressed into his side with his hand tucked firmly around your waist. Zora trotted happily ahead on her leash, her tail wagging. You were wearing the vintage style wool coat he liked, the one with the scalloped buttons, and a dusky rose dress that peeked just below the hem. Every time the breeze lifted the skirt, Drew’s fingers would instinctively tug your jacket tighter around you.

“You’re gonna get cold,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Your nose is growing as long as Pinocchio.”

“I’m thriving.”

He huffed a laugh. “That’s not what thriving looks like.”

You paused outside a tiny apothecary shop that smelled like old paper and patchouli. Inside, dried flowers hung upside down in bunches and candles burned with handwritten labels. You looked at him.

“Let’s go in.”

He nodded. “Lead the way, little witch.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart thudded in your chest. No one here knew. You weren’t Drew Starkey’s girlfriend, not publicly. You were just a girl, in a cute skirt, holding a leash and a latte, walking through old-town Salem with a tall, broad shouldered mystery guy who looked at you like the moon only existed to light your face.

Inside the shop, he stood behind you while you sniffed amber glass jars and read tarot card packaging aloud. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his chest warm against your back.

“You’re seriously into this stuff, huh?” he whispered.

“I lovethe vibe.”

“Mm,” he hummed, “I love you.”

You turned, lips brushing his, and the kiss was slow more warmth than heat. He pulled back just enough to press his forehead to yours. You stayed like that, soft jazz playing somewhere in the background, incense curling through the rafters like ghosts.

“I wish we could do this forever,” you said, voice barely audible.

He didn’t answer right away. Just reached up, brushing a leaf from your hair with such gentle reverence it made your chest ache.

“Maybe we can,” he said finally. “Not forever here, maybe. But like this? Yeah. I’d want that.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just kissed him again. The soft kind. The kind you didn’t even need to open your eyes for. Outside, the sky was turning the softest shade of lavender-gray, and the town glowed with a hundred warm lights. You’d go out for cider later. Maybe split a caramel apple from that little stall on Essex Street. Maybe buy matching beanies from the thrift store you passed earlier.

But for now, you were just two people in love in the middle of a city that knew how to keep secrets.

[creative-frequency]

DAY 9: Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact) x Reader: 55. “No one can know about this.”

You barely manage to peel the soaked clothes off your skin. Every small movement causes pain somewhere on your body; maybe you should’ve gone to the Bubu Pharmacy like Childe suggested. At the time it felt more important to hold on to your principle of disagreeing with him about everything.

The bath water feels scalding hot until it slowly lulls you into tranquillity. You should have never made an exception to that principle when Childe practically begged for the umpteenth time to spar with you. The bruises all over your body are a stern reminder that any future times you cross blades with the Fatui Harbinger, it should stay verbal for your own good.

By the time you climb off the lukewarm bath, it must be late into the night. Absent-minded, you pull on the traditional Liyuean pyjama shirt and undies, ready to totter straight into bed. You don’t even care that your hair is wet and it will look like a crow’s nest in the morning.

You don’t see the person loitering on your bed in the dimly lit room, but the moment he shifts, you’re ready to defend yourself. The Anemo vision on your wrist churns into life, but quickly settles down.

“Oh, it’s you,” you huff in almost relief, but don’t let your body fully relax.

“Hey,” Childe greets you, a knowing smirk plastered onto his stupid face. His eyes shift down your bare legs and there is nothing you can do about it besides get even more annoyed.

“What do you want?” you groan. You don’t even want to know how he got into the locked apartment.

Childe straightens into a sitting position but refuses to relinquish the bed. “I just wanted to come by and congratulate you.”

“For what?” You fold your arms and instantly loose them back to your sides in case he wants to fight again.

“I feel like shit and everywhere hurts,” he says with a smirk and there is a glint in his normally void eyes that you really don’t like. Even though the said glint makes your blood rush faster and heat rise in your middle.

You scoff. “Same,” you say, “Get out so I can sleep.”

Childe lets out a bubble of very uncharacteristic, warm laughter. He gets up and takes something from his pocket.

“Here.”

He tosses a small box into the air and you don’t even bother trying to catch it without using a little wind to aid you. It lands on your waiting palm.

For a heartbeat your mind races into some incomprehensible dark corner and you think it's a ring box, all the while knowing the thought makes absolutely no sense.

“It’s from Bubu Pharmacy. It should help with the bruises,” Childe continues in a surprisingly gentle manner, nodding towards your legs.

The thank you lodges in your throat and you can’t get it out before he says:

“One more thing.”

He clearly waits for your confirmation so you manage a throaty: “I’m all ears.”

Childe takes a few foreboding steps closer and your pulse quickens. “I don’t usually take pity on my enemies, so.”

He takes another few steps and you can barely stand your ground and breathe at the same time. You clutch the medicine box against your chest.

Childe pauses right in front of you, eyes exploring your face intensely.

“So?” you ask breathily.

“So no one can know about this.”

There is a pause.

Then, a slow, wicked smile spreads to your lips. “And, pray tell, what are you willing to pay to keep this just between us?”

Childe’s eyes narrow and he licks his lips, drawing your gaze right into that trap.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

[lucianhuntress]

24. Kaveh x Reader: 63. “We’ll make it work.”

Modern AU once again.

The phone’s screen turns on in the middle of the night, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom. You know you should be sleeping, but someone has been keeping your thoughts wandering all day and sleep seems the least reasonable thing at this point.

That someone keeps sending you texts deep into the night and your heart races with anticipation everytime you grab the phone to read what Kaveh has sent you this time.

This time the message contains a selfie of himself and you can see a hint of redness on his cheeks even when the photo is clearly taken in a dim room. You know he was out drinking good wine— so that might be the reason for the redness, or maybe he is flustered. Or both.

“Did you just get home?” You smile as your fingers fly across the phone's keyboard, like you're a pianist playing one of Fontaine’s grand musicals. You imagine him crawling into his bed, sloppily undressing as he hauls himself under the bed covers.

He types, slowly, and you can guess from that alone that he has indeed been drinking. He had recently landed a new client and had been celebrating the progress he made so far— he deserves to celebrate certainly.

Kaveh has been so deep in his work that you have only met him once or twice in the past two weeks over a quick coffee break. At least there are a few moments over the text messages where you can talk without worrying about anyone eavesdropping when the conversation becomes suggestive.

I wisjh you vcould have joined us, the musioc was so dreaddfgful this time and I missyousinging.

His adorable message is filled with random letters, but you still understand what he is trying to tell you. You bury your burning face against a soft pillow to hide the embarrassment even when there is no one around to see you. 

“I don't think the world is ready to hear me singing,” you giggle as you type your reply hastily, still half buried in the pillow.

The next message is an audio recording made by him and you click the play button with a bated breath, blood humming in your ears. 

You hear his drunken, raspy voice and heavy breaths as he whispers: “can you come over here? I don't think I can survive anymore without you in my bed.”

Kaveh has never before been that forward, but he manages to make you swallow hard and you feel your legs tingling from excitement. However…

You hold the record audio, while trying to stop your heart from leaving you via your throat. “I don't think it's a good idea, we might wake up someone.” 

“We'll make it work,” he sends a final message, followed by a winky-emoji. 

Sleeping is clearly overrated.

[todorokies]

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ cw: smut, fem!reader, brief p in v intercourse, riding, kinda sub!suguru, astrology & fluff!

one of the many things suguru admires about you is your endless need to yap about astrology… especially in the most compromising situations.

he’d be balls deep inside you, heavy cock dragging vigorously against your velvety walls. each thrust of his managing to inch deeper and deeper into your warm pussy.

you let out a heavenly mewl right next to the shell of his ear, babbling on how good he feels and that he’ll make you squirt if he keeps nudging at that spongy spot of yours.

then randomly, you’ll muster the strength to blurt out, “f-fuckkk, y’know, jupiter is in retrograde this month s-so that’s probably why we keep on fucking.”

he furrows his brows and a throaty groan escapes from him. already lightheaded due the grip your cunt has on him; delirious and way too fucked out to come up with something sensible.

“shit sweetheart, y-yeah whatever you say.” he mindlessly praises your observation, more focused on the creamy white ring of residue you leave on his shaft as he continues his rapid pace.

however, suguru’s ability to give you his undivided attention outside of the bedroom always makes your heart flutter with joy when he picks up on the small details of knowledge you choose to share with him.

he remembers that your zodiac signs are compatible—both your sun and moon, has your entire birth chart memorized and tends to seek out your birthstone when shopping for jewelry for you.

he’ll indulge you to the fullest, purchasing the most beautiful tarot and oracle decks just for his “little wiccan” he’ll lightly tease.

and he doesn’t miss the way jealousy gleams in your pretty eyes when a few girls who are way too overly friendly approach him in public, purposely choosing to ignore his larger hand gripping firmly onto your waist. he’d stifle a laugh when you hastily change the beaded rose quartz bracelet on his wrist to golden-brown tiger’s eye crystal once back in the confines of your home.

then the moon comes up, glistening in its glory when you’re hungrily grinding yourself on his cock again. crude squelching echos throughout the bedroom as your shaky hand finds its way to the base of his porcelain neck, gripping gently, albeit firmly, onto his throat. “you’re mine… remember that.”

his eyes shut tight with his chest heaving as he latches onto your exposed thighs with his palms to ground himself. “all yours, all fuckin' yours.” he huffs out, a string of moans follow along as he completely loses himself under your fiery touch.

pussy from a girl who loves to yap about astrology isn’t so bad after all…

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/22: Costume

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: trick or treating, family fluff, pietro is an absolute adhd terror but we love him

Side note: I cut out like 300+ words of mostly boring exposition, so this is much more streamlined than it was at first. Other than the descriptor calling Wanda a witch (because she’s dressed like one, obvs), everyone else’s outfits are un-described. Mostly. So feel free to use your own imaginations. And yes, everybody did dress up. Even Erik.

———

The little family made quite a picture, walking down the brightly lit sidewalk.

“Careful with that, Wanda.” Charles called out. The little witch was swinging her candy bucket enthusiastically, losing bits and pieces out of it. At his urging, she calmed her motions, though there was still a lot of swinging involved. As per usual, she was significantly calmer than her twin. Pietro was running loops around all of them. Up the street, down the street, into walkways, occasionally into yards (“Mind the grass!” Erik told him, multiple times). He couldn’t get far, thankfully - the metal bits subtly sewn into his costume made sure of that - but he tested the boundary at every chance he could.

“Alright back there?” Erik asked. He couldn’t see over the top of the dozing child on his back, but he knew Lorna was bringing up the rear of their little caravan.

“I'm good, Dad.” She was eating candy. He could practically hear the caramel as she answered. And more importantly, she was happy. All four of the children were. Even David, who smiled even in his tired state.

“So what do you think, guys? Trick-or-treating? Fun, huh?” Charles smiled, ruffling Pietro’s hair as he ran by. He didn’t really need to ask; he could feel their joy as bright as a beacon. But he always tried to encourage verbal communication. Especially in public, though they were mostly alone on that particular sidewalk.

There was a chorus of affirmations.

“Can Auntie Raven come with us next time?” Wanda asked. Charles made a show of considering this, though truth be told he‘d had a similar thought. It would be interesting, he reasoned, to bring along someone who didn’t need a preprepared outfit. Who could potentially change their appearance from house to house.

“Why don’t we ask her when we get home?” He gave Wanda a nod. She grinned and nodded back before slipping back behind them to walk with her sister. Aside from the red and white blur that was Pietro running around them, and their older boy being carried by Erik, the two parents were somewhat alone. Charles bumped their shoulders together gently.

So. We all survived.

That remains to be seen, Erik projected back, eyeing their running and giggling youngest son. The little terror. I’m only surprised he hasn’t run every single one of us ragged yet.

At that moment, the boy ran a little further out than either of them were comfortable with. Almost offhandedly, Erik reached out with his power, grabbed the metal threads in his costume, and pulled him back over. Pietro paused just long enough to say “sorry, dad,” before taking off again. He’d probably have long since spilled his candy everywhere had Charles not commandeered his bucket fairly early in the night.

And you’re already planning for next year. Erik shook his head, though he was also smiling. Doing his own planning, no doubt.

Maybe a little. But, Charles was quick to add, we’ve still got at least an hour or two of candy sorting ahead of us. “And it’s way past certain individuals’ bed time as it is.”

“Not tired!” Pietro said, zooming by.

David grumbled sleepily.

“I understand your point, however. Once the candy has been sorted, and the costumes put away, then we can do what all parents do after October 31st.”

“And that is?”

“To never think of Halloween again for the next eleven months or so.”

At that, Erik laughed. He shifted David a little, adjusting his position. “I’m gonna hold you to that, I hope you know. Also not looking forward to the mountains of candy to sift through.”

“Liar. You’ll be drowning in butterscotch for weeks. What a burden.”

“Quiet, you.”

[faerieyuri]

ouuugh some sweet mianix? maybe encouraging him when studying for the bar sucks, or soothing his pre-1-1 trial jitters?

Phoenix Wright had a plaintive cuteness to him when he was at his wit’s end. Although it was no longer the doe-eyed innocence of a college kid in a homemade sweater, Mia couldn’t help but see echoes of it in the soon-to-be lawyer that was currently slumped defeatedly at her desk.

Now those bleary puppy eyes peered up at her over stacks of legal tomes. “Chieeefff,” Phoenix whined, knitting his scraggly eyebrows together. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this after all.”

This was not the first, or third, or even the fifth time Phoenix had said something like this. It wasn’t even the first time this week. Maybe someone else would be exasperated by now—but not Mia. She couldn’t count how many times she’d groaned the same thing to Maya over the phone, or to Mr. Grossberg or Diego through the jittery mania of caffeination meant to be a substitute for sleep. She’d always seen something of herself in Phoenix, so comforting him felt like reassuring her younger self.

Nudging a legal theory primer aside with her hip, Mia sat on the edge of the desk next to him. “Hey. Look at me.” She gently cupped a hand on his cheek and lifted his face up to meet hers.

“Mmm,” Phoenix sighed. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the touch, his burning hot cheek nuzzling against her palm. He really is like a puppy, Mia thought, trying not to laugh.

“Phoenix, you’re going to be good at this. Okay? I know it. I’ve seen the determination in your eyes.”

 “Mmmmm.”

 “Do you believe me when I say that?”

 “Mmmmm.”

  Phoenix was barely listening. Time for a different strategy.

Mia leaned in toward Phoenix’s face and planted a barely detectible kiss on his cracked lips. “How about you study for two more hours, and we can go back to my place to decompress?” she murmured, stroking his cheek.

Phoenix’s eyes flew open, and he bolted upright with the vigor of an athlete. “Chief, yes, chief! I’ll do my best!” he exclaimed before brandishing the nearest book and flipping it open.

 That did the trick.