#imagine fluff

★ pairing: you × [character of choice]

★ vibe: gentle, domestic fluff

★ pov: second-person (reader insert)

The rain starts before you’re fully awake — soft, steady, the kind that turns the world quiet. The room is dim, curtains breathing with the draft, and the sheets are warm the way blankets get after a whole night of stealing each other’s heat. You feel them before you see anything: an arm looped around your waist, a leg thrown over yours, the slow rise and fall of their chest pressed to your back.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

One-shot #57 - Christmas cheer edition

Summary: Loki does absolutely everything to please you and your daughter. But is he willing to be holly and jolly?

Pairing: Loki Friggason x female!mom!reader

Warnings: obviously it is a Christmas themed read so if you are not interested in that, this piece is not for you. It also has mentions of children so if that is a sensitive topic, please be warned

A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! Long time no see!!!!! I’m very excited to be able to post this as I have not had inspiration to write again in such a long time. This is a favourite fic of mine and it only took 2 nights to write!!! As mentioned, it includes you, but also your daughter! In this fic there is no (your daughters name), the daughter is named Frigga (😇🥺). I just hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays!!!!!

"Love... this is ridiculous." Your husband says, staring down the red garments in his hands, holding it so far away from himself that it looks as though it had personally slapped him or something.

"Darling, you know Frigga asked for it. And did you see the look on her sweet little face when she did? She BEGGED to stay up late enough to catch him in the act Loki dearest. Aren't you happy she's picked up your knack for mischief?" You reply, imitating the look your daughter had in her eyes as she announced her goals for the night.

He groans, shoving his face into the Santa suit you had selected off Amazon.

"Why could we not have asked Thor to do this? He is a big oaf, just like this Santa Clause you mortals love so much. it would perfectly fit his loud and obnoxious tendencies." He offers, waggling his eyebrows to emphasize how much he likes that idea.

You stifle a giggle, putting down the stockings you were about to carefully hang 'by the chimney with care'.

"THAT, my dear husband, is because you would have thrown a fit if she dared to be more excited by her uncle than you." You argue, waggling your eyebrows right back at him, earning a sigh of dramatic despair.

Being a huge holiday fanatic, you were more than thrilled when Loki began very actively joining in on your Christmas festivities over the years, but especially once your daughter had arrived four years ago. She was his little princess, and whatever she liked, he liked.

Which of course, automatically meant that when she begged and begged to see Santa Clause do his job, your loving husband and her devoted father could never say no to such a request.

"You promised your princess a Santa Clause viewing love. Are you really going to let her down, or hand the task off to Thor like its a chore?" You joke, clutching your imaginary pearls at the idea.

He puts the Santa suit off to the side, giving you a devilish smile before tackling you into the bed, erupting you into a fit of giggles again.

"That, my loving wife, is never going to happen and you know it, do you not my little dove?" He growls lightly in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You wrestle around, trying to release yourself from the gods hold, failing to do anything more than laugh.

"Alright, alright, I know you wouldn't dare. Please release me." You ask extra sweetly. He ponders for a moment, tilting his head every which way, earning an eyeroll from you. Finally, he gently lets you go, his fingertips coolly travelling down your hips before pulling away.

With a sound of annoyance and a look you only get when he is "forced" to watch any of the reality tv shows he so often pretends to loath, he stands and starts to unbutton his crisp white shirt, immediately starting to change into the soft red suit. You stare up as he puts on the padding to make him appear holly and jolly, your eyes filling with more admiration than ever before.

As Loki uses his magic to fake a head of silver hair and a bushy beard, you clap your hands together with glee.

"Honey she is going to adore this! And she will have no idea that it's her daddy all along." You squeal, already picturing the look of excitement you knew would be all over your daughters face once she thinks she's caught Santa Clause.

He grins just as big, the beard just barely hiding it. "Well, then this ridiculous look must have some real worth." He announces, pulling on the hat and letting out a loud "Ho Ho Ho" you never thought you'd hear from your husbands mouth.

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"Frigga" You hum, just barely shaking your daughter awake. Her hair, a curly jet black replica to her fathers, is wrapped in two braids, hanging above her head like an angelic halo perfectly fitting of her features.

"baby girl." You try gently, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. She lets out a groan of protest, rolling over to her side. You sigh, caving to your own mischievous side and yanking the blankets off of her legs.

"Momma." She whines, looking back over to you with a dark glare.

"I'm sorry I woke you up like this sweetheart but there's something downstairs you just have to see!" You whisper excitedly, stroking her back until her scowl dissipates to a look of curiosity.

The small child carefully sits up, grabbing out to hold your hand as she gets out of the bed.

"Is it christmas morning momma?" She asks sweetly, her eyes lighting up happily.

You chuckle before replying, pulling her up into your arms. "No not yet my girl, but it is still very exciting. Lets go see." You say, kissing her lightly on the forehead as you move out of the room.

"Where's daddy? He can't miss the excitement!" Frigga declares, making you laugh even louder.

"Papa went to uncle Thor's to bring their christmas gifts from us. That way we can all open them together tomorrow afternoon darling." You explain, her lips going to an o shape as she nods in understanding.

Together the two of you walk quietly down the stairs, into the hallway. You carefully stop at the bottom, poking your head around the corner to see a bored looking red covered figure by the fireplace. You give him a look, letting him know to jolly up.

"Now Frigga, you said you wanted to catch Santa delivering this year yes?" You whisper, glancing at her as she nods frantically. "Well in order to see him, we have to be super duper quiet and only watch ok? We don't want Santa to get scared and leave with all of our gifts." You instruct, and she agrees excitedly, putting a chubby finger to her lips.

You place her down on the floor, creeping around the corner just enough to see the tree and sitting on the floor, legs crossed. Gently you pull your daughter down with you, cradling her in your arms.

She watches in awe as the fireplace quickly sheds ash, a chubby figure appearing at the bottom. He crosses the room to where she left a plate of perfectly iced cookies the two of you had made the morning prior, gulping down all of the milk and letting out the ho ho ho you now knew he could.

"I can't believe papa is missing this." She murmurs, more to herself than to you. You stifle a giggle as santa-husband pulls all of the delicately wrapped gifts he had almost ruined before you stepped in out of the Santa bag on his back.

Your daughter is practically bouncing out of your lap, her excitement hardly contained. Your husband turns his head ever so slightly, only in real view to you, and sends a wink your way, making you wonder how you ever got so lucky. He fills every stocking, shovels down all of the cookies and leaves the sweet letter he wrote as santa for frigga on the counter. He snatches up the carrots and celery for the reindeer and lets out another merry christmas and ho ho ho before flying right back up the chimney.

"We gotta go watch him leave mama!!!" she begs as she runs to her coat hook anyway.

You simply smile and nod, bringing her outside again and pointing to the sleigh illusioned onto the roof.

Before she can ask any questions or say anything about the encounter, Santa is on his way to the next house. She instead lays her head lazily on your chest, hugging you tightly to her.

“Momma, do you think other kids will catch Santa?” She asks shyly, a sound of uncertainty in her voice.

“My darling, I think that they will try. But I don’t believe they will succeed as well as we have.” You promise, rocking her back and forth as you habitually did since she was a baby.

She nods, assured by your words and starts to shut her eyes, the late evening too much for her to bear any longer. She lets out a little yawn, and you plant one more long kiss in the middle of her forehead before bringing her inside, laying her down in her bed and saying a quick I love you before sneaking out the door and shutting it halfway behind you.

“So, was this Santa clause as exciting as our princess imagined?” A deep, calming voice asks suddenly from behind you, cause you to jump a little bit. He chuckles, pulling you into his chest from behind and planting a kiss on top of your head. You supposed he was where you got that from, passing it right down to little Frigga.

“She was enchanted my love. You were a hit. And don’t think I didn’t notice Santa wink at mom. Am I correct in assuming he has maybe a little crush?” You tease, turning and starting to pull him in closer by the collar of the Santa suit. He grins wide, holding you by your hips.

“Why yes, Santa thought mom was positively radiant. I must agree with him.” He purrs, finally pulling you all the way in and planting his lips hungrily on yours, earning a smile as you kiss him right back.

You two stand in the dimly lit hall, pressed together for what feels like an eternity, a little sliver of time kept just for you and him.

“This is her best Christmas yet thanks to you love.” You smile, stroking your thumb over Lokis jawline.

“Ah but if it were not for you my dear, we would not have her and I would not have my two brightest sunshines, so really you are the one who gave both of us the best Christmas ever.” He corrects matter of factly, earning a deep blush on your cheeks and an eye roll on top of it.

You quietly pull away, turning him around towards your bedroom door and giving a light push.

“Now you Mr, go and change into something less suitable of St Nick and more fitting for the king of mischief and go give your daughter a kiss good night.” You order, getting an eye roll of your own in return.

He follows orders, changing into the Christmas pyjamas you picked out for him, a pair in emerald green with gold embroidery of his initials. “I’ll be in in a moment my love, I promise.” He says, pecking you on the lips and making his way to her room.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Bones x Criminal Minds Crossover

Warnings: None

Word Count: 734

Spencer Reid Masterlist

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” Derek said in frustration, “It’s like the UnSub is mocking us, yet I don’t know what any of this means.” He sighed, throwing the file back onto the conference table.

Hotch and Rossi exchanged a knowing glance. Rossi sighed before saying, “I’ll call the Jeffersonian.” Getting up, he was already dialing while exiting the room.

“The Jeffersonian?” Emily asked in confusion, “What’s the Jeffersonian have to do with this case?”

Summary: after a night stand in the middle of a break, things aren’t going as you have wanted. Remembering your words, with Grayson on your side; you will do the right thing.

Warnings: a little angst, but fluff. Some FRIENDS reference and spoiler?

Word count: 2932

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“I don’t want to be without you” he said “Not now, nor never”

You looked at the picture in your hands, and with a long sigh, you closed your eyes. Sitting on the steps of the house’s gallery, you regretted leaving your coat inside your house. November nights started to get colder and colder, and being outside at 3am, freezing to dead and a tear-stained face; you were going to get sick. But you couldn’t care less, not when your heart beat slowly and painfully against your chest.

“You think you would get rid of me that easily?”

It’s been months since the last time you saw him; two months if you wanted to be precisely. And still, you couldn’t forget that day. Both of you sitting on his bed, a bad luck on his shoulders and someone carrying a one-night-stand on her belly. No, he said he didn’t cheat on you. No, he wouldn’t do that to you.  But it felt like he did; the pregnancy test on his hands was enough to feel the heartbreak. She was four-months pregnant.

“And you think I would let you go that easily?” I mumbled, his lips caressing mine.

The both of you dated for long three years, and after a few stupid fights; you were on a break four months before that night. Yes, you felt like Rachel on Friends as he tried to explain he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. You knew about what happened as soon as that break ended, you knew about the one night stand, but you never thought it would end on a fucking baby. So, not only you were heartbroken at first; you had to do the right thing and leave.

She was from a really religious family that, as soon as they learned about what happened; the engagement came two weeks after you left. You could have stayed and fight for him? Yes, but you couldn’t do that to him, nor the baby. The little human needed a family, and if he fucked up, he needed to make up and do the right thing. You told yourself every night after leaving his house.

Trying to warm up you hugged yourself, shivers down your spine, and your eyes travelling to the magazine on your lap; you couldn’t help but bit the inside of your cheek on anger. Or jealously. Or regret. You didn’t know what you were feeling anymore, but it wasn’t the only thing you didn’t understand.

How funny it was when, out of nowhere, this girl appeared on his Instagram and all of his social media. Not only she was showing her growing belly -which was super small for someone who was six months pregnant- but she was also promoting their wedding. In less than forty-eight hours, she was going to be Mrs.Dolan. You didn’t want to think the worst, but something wasn’t right; and you weren’t the only one who thought that.

Grayson never lost contact with you. Even after weeks, he would still pick you up from your parent’s house and would go to an ice cream parlor to cheer you up. And mostly, on updating you on how things where and how he hated this new girl his brother had to date. Even if you agreed on everything he said, you still kept quiet and thought that you were doing the right thing. But, where you?

Speaking of him, you couldn’t help but smile down at your phone when it rang and a message appeared on your screen.

               Gray-Gray: plz tell me you’re awake.

 Your hands felt frozen as you typed back.

                 You: unluckily, yes.

                 Gray-Gray: we need to talk.

               Gray-Gray: like asap.

 Confused, and a little worried, you read his texts again. Was he on trouble?

                 You: r u okay?

               Gray-Gray: ill pick u up tomorrow afternoon.

               Gray-Gray: believe me, ill be okay as soon as we meet.

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You rubbed your eyes as you stood outside of your house, this time smart enough to grab a big sweatshirt that belonged to him. It was the only thing that you wanted to keep from him and keep on using it. It didn’t help you look any better, if you were honest. You couldn’t sleep at all the night before, not only because the wedding date was coming closer and your heart was crashing a little bit more every minute; but because Grayson didn’t say anything more after those texts asking you to meet him. So you stayed up, with pain and curiosity.

When his car parked in front of you, as soon as you jumped in, you smacked the back of his head.

“Hey!” he groaned, fixing the beanie he had over his hair, “What was that for?”

“For worrying me and keeping me up confused” you replied, putting on the seatbelt when he sped up again, “So, what’s up?”

“It’s not Ethan’s child.”

You choked on your own saliva, feeling how your heart stopped the moment he spoke.

“What?” you blurted out, “What do you mean it’s not Ethan’s child? Of course it is!”

“It’s not, Y/N, listen,” he grabbed a few papers that were on the back seats and handed them to you, “I had my suspicious the moment everything happened, but couldn’t talk about it because it was all a disaster at the moment. No one needed me making more drama. Or asking for a few tests.”

“You didn´t’-” you started, but Grayson shrugged.

“I may have tricked her into going to a doctor –who’s a family’s friend- that convinced her to make a few tests to see if the baby was healthy,” he said, “She’s not six months pregnant; she’s three.”

Looking at the papers in your hand, you read the medical form and almost stopped breathing when you recognized what you had in your hands. Part of you felt relief, there was a little bit of hope, but the other part of you that still needed to do the right thing came up again. You looked over at Grayson again, the papers in your hands being not enough.

“Grayson, this is- it is not enough” you said, “this could be fake, anyone can write informs these days. What makes you believe that they would trust a piece of paper?”

Grayson laughed bitterly, and turning the car into a parking lot, he grabbed something from his jeans and you raised your eyebrows at the floral phone case.

“New case?” you joked.

“Not my phone,” He shot back and winked.

Your mouth opened widely.

“Are you fucking crazy, Grayson?! It’s her phone! It’s her privacy!” you almost yelled, “She will be looking for it, smart ass, and if she has the find my phone app-”

“Y/N, I swear to God, I will slap you if you try and take her side on this one” he spoke up, turning on his seat and looking at you, “I’m sure this bitc-woman is trying to get my brother into a marriage that it’s not fair and that he doesn’t want. Yes, you’re right, the papers aren’t enough, but this phone has the information we need to end this shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her texting someone the other day, and not only I know her passcode after seeing her type it so many times,” he laughed, typing the passcode and unlocking the phone, “but I also learned that she has a contact blocked, and by the looks of it, it’s someone she wants to hide.”

He pressed on the blocked number, unblocking it, and when their conversation opened; you took the phone from Grayson’s hand and started reading the last discussion they had. It was the supposed baby daddy, and you felt like you could breathe again. You felt your heart bursting with hope, and as you looked at Grayson, you smiled.

“Does this mean-?” you stuttered. He nodded, a small smile on his cheeks.

“We can end this bullshit,” he confirmed, hands still on the wheel, “Also, this doctor that ran the tests, has done a paternal test. I knew my brother wasn’t stupid enough to not wrap it before he taps it.”

You blushed, “Well…”

“Spare me the fucking details!”

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 You sat on your room that night too, but it was different from the other nights. That night, you had hope. A lot of it. The part of you that wanted to do the right thing went flying out the window the moment you read the conversation this girl, Lola, had with her true baby daddy, Stephen. You had sent the conversation to your mail, not only via screen-shots, but the written one too. You wanted to have all the proofs you needed to get your man out of there.

You were short of time, the wedding being the next day and what stopped you from running into the twins’ house was that you needed one more proof. The test that Grayson talked about in the car wasn’t ready yet, and after he asked; everything got more complicated when the doctor answered that it was going to be ready the next morning. The same morning that bitch was going to say ‘I do’ to Ethan.

Thinking about him, you were sure that night was his bachelor party. Grayson told you after he left you on your house again, and for a few seconds, the pain came back. You never spoke nor asked about Ethan when you were with Grayson, the idea of him marrying someone else that wasn’t you made your stomach turn and almost throw up. You couldn’t bare that image.

After a nice dinner with your parents, you went to your bathroom so you could take a quick shower before going to bed. But as you were grabbing your clothes, your phone started ringing. Thinking it could be Grayson, you furrowed your eyebrows as you read the unknown number on the screen. You quickly put it on your ear as soon as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N…”

You fell back on your bed, your knees wobbling and heart beating so fast you had to put a hand over it. Even after months without talking, you remembered perfectly his voice.

“Ethan…” you mumbled, more to yourself as you couldn’t still believe it.

“Oh baby, how I’ve missed your voice,” he slurred and you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled on your chest. You missed his voice too, “and all of you. I miss you so much, do you miss me too?”

Like you have no idea, you thought.

“Where are you calling me from?” you wanted to know, “I never deleted your number.”

“I may or may not have stolen a phone from someone”, he mumbled, sounding like a child. “Lola blocked your number, and if she knew how many beers I’ve drank tonight, she would kill me. She’s crazy…”

You really don’t know how much.

“Drunk again, Dolan? Let me remind you what happened last time” you blurted bitterly, even though you were smiling a little bit. You couldn’t tell if you were still mad at him for sleeping with Lola, after all you were on a break, but Rachel didn’t forgive Ross for a couple of episodes. Would that count as months or weeks?

He groaned on the microphone, “I’m sorry, so sorry. I-I- hate myself for that,” he said, “I regret it so much. I don’t want to marry this bitc-” he hiccupped and laughed, “shit, sorry, I shouldn’t be talking that way about my future wife, huh?”

The sarcasm made you laugh a little, and pressing the phone tightly against your ear, you looked at the papers that were on your bedside table. Every word he said pushed you into getting him back.

“You will be happy, Ethan” you said, “You will see.”

“Not without you” he slurred once again, making your heart skip once more. You could hear the music that was blasting on his bachelor party but he was talking louder than the music. He kept silent for a few seconds before talking again, “I can’t believe I let you go that easily.”

You wanted to say something back, but before you could open your mouth, he hang up. On purpose or not; he said the right thing to convince you completely. You were getting Ethan Dolan back on your side.

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 “So, have you ever imagined yourself walking down the aisle?” Ethan asked, his head on your lap and your hands playing with his locks, “I mean, do you want to get married?”

“Yes, I want to, and yes, I have pictured myself walking down the aisle” you laughed. His eyes landed on you, a sweet smile on his cheeks and blushing a little bit.

“And who is waiting for you at the end?”

You caressed his cheeks.

“The only man I have pictured being married to.”

 Standing outside the church, with papers in hand, you knew that you were going to be on the cover of every magazine on the country. Man, privacy wasn’t going to be a thing for months. But you didn’t care about that when Grayson emailed you the test results, the last proof needed, and you printed it before leaving your house. You were late, and you make sure you were; you wanted to end this as Lola had wanted it. On every social media.

With only some old jeans on and Ethan’s sweatshirt, you ran over the church’s steps. A lot of photographers were waiting outside, and as they didn’t recognize you because you were wearing the hood over your head, it wasn’t hard to get into the church. Cameron was waiting for you on the entrance, Grayson had already told her our plan, and she smiled at you when she pulled the hood down.

“Go and get the love of your life back, girl” she said. You smiled at her, and as the both of you walked into the aisle, everything seemed to stop.

He was standing next to Lola wearing a dark suit, and as you stared at him, the bags under his eyes broke your heart. Grayson was by his side, obviously being his best man. It wasn’t until you were two steps into the aisle that gasps were heard, a lot of the guests recognizing you and making everyone turn their heads to look at you. And when his hazel eyes fell on you, opened with surprise and happiness, you couldn’t move your eyes from him.

“Cam, would you do me a favor and read this out loud?” you smashed the papers against her chest and started walking his way, down the aisle. You could hear Cameron reading the test’s result out loud, and how everyone started gasping and whispering. But your attention was in the man that kept on looking at you even when the woman beside him started to scream at him.

“Ethan! It’s not true!” she had said, grabbing his hands but he would pulled them back, not even giving her a quick glance, “Look at me!”

He didn’t. You kept a serious face, mostly when Lola took a few steps in your way and wanted to stop you, but you dodged her hand and as soon as you were only feet away from Ethan, you grabbed the back of his head in your hands and pulled him into you, kissing him in his own wedding, in front of his guests, and don’t giving a damn fuck about it. He was your man, and it was clear when he hugged your waist and pushed you into him, deepening the kiss.

You heard Lola crying and shouting, the photographers inside the church not wasting any minute to take their pictures. Grayson hollered and laughed behind his brother, happy that his twin got his girl back and that Lola wasn’t going to ruin his happiness. Everyone was shocked, disappointed, except for Ethan’s family. They all knew who was the one that could make him so happy, and it was only you.

You pulled away from his lips, a smug smile on your cheeks, and raised one of his eyebrows.

“Did you really think you would get rid of me that easily?” you joked, “or that I could let you go that easily? To marry someone else?”

Ethan smiled, pulling you against him once again and lifting you off from the floor. Your arms hugged his neck instantly, and as he made his way out of the church, all eyes on you, he kept on kissing you.

“You have no idea how much I fucking love you, Y/N” he mumbled against your skin, the claps of his family echoing and making the both of you laugh, “You’re the only one that I want to marry someday.”

You smirked.

“I told you I would walk down the aisle to the only man I pictured being married to,” you helped him open the church door, still in his arms, “Not being the same scenario, but the same man at the end of it.”

The photographers that were outside were on you instantly, the questions almost unrecognizable as everyone spoke at the same time. Ethan pulled you into his side, almost running into the car that was rented for the wedding day, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you jumped inside. He jumped inside too, throwing his suit jacket on the backseats and driving away from all the drama that was starting.

Omg so fun fact I love love. Plain and simple I love watch others be in love and hold each other and be super fluffy!

Steve:

When you are sad, when you have a hard day, when you just need a hug. He is there for you.

Bucky:

Always the big softy, my little cinnamon roll will make you feel so comfortable.

Bruce:

Big science boy is also major sleepy boy. But if you find him asleep it's easy to wake him up so he can hold you.

Loki:

You can't just be all sweet and innocent with him. Eventually everything turns into sex. He is needy.

Tony:

He works late, duh. But once he finally crawls into bed at 3 AM he is all snuggles.

Clint:

Ya boi is a chocolate chip. He seems hard but will melt at your touch. He needs comfort from you more than you need it from him.

Thor:

He is life, he needs you to smile and he will tickle you until you do! Your smile makes him feel all better.

Peter:

Spencer Reid x Reader

This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it!

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You were standing in your bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Spencer and you had gone out to dinner tonight, and while you were in a pair of leggings and your favorite t-shirt of Spencer’s, you still had on all your makeup. Spencer has never seen you without your makeup on. But tonight, he was spending the night at your apartment, and you knew if you went to bed wearing this much makeup, your face would break out. You didn’t have a choice. You pulled your hair up into a bun to keep it out of your face and reached for your soap…

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You stepped out of your bathroom into your bedroom, staring at the floor.

Spencer, who was sitting on your bed, had heard the door squeak open and he looked up from the book he was reading. As soon as his eyes locked on you, he smiled one of his beautiful, magical smiles. “(Y/N).”

You look up shyly, “Spencer…”

Spencer can see how uneasy you are and suddenly his face is full of concern. “(Y/N), what’s wrong sweetheart,” he questions as he holds out his arms, beckoning you to him.

“I-It’s nothing,” you reply, climbing onto the bed and snuggling into his arms.

“((Y/N), I can tell when something is wrong. I’m a profiler, and you don’t exactly hide your emotions very well,” he says with a light chuckle.

“It’s nothing Spence, I’m just being stupid.”

Spencer runs his hand up and down your back trying to soothe you. “Baby, you’re never stupid. Please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help you.”

You sigh and bury your face into his chest. “It’s just that…well…tonight is the first night you’re staying here and…”

“(Y/N), if you’re not comfortable with that, I can leave. Or stay on the couch.”

“No! That’s not what I mean Spence…” You let out a huff, take a deep breath, and say “it’s just that you only ever see me at my best. In an outfit that I spent an hour picking out and perfecting, my hair perfect, my makeup done…”

“Oh angel,” Spencer said softly, “I don’t care what you’re wearing or how your hair looks or if you’re wearing makeup.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and he playfully taps your nose, making you giggle a little and scrunch up your face. He puts his hand under your chin and gently lifts up your head, so your eyes are locked with his. You feel yourself starting to blush.

“(Y/N),” he says, his voice soft, “you are perfect. And I love this look. It is all you… one-hundred percent you. A clean slate.” He softly kisses your forehead. “You are always beautiful. But right now…you are absolutely stunning.”

You feel your cheeks turn bright red and you can’t help but smile as your genius leaned down and gave you the sweetest kiss.

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REQUEST: Outpost! Michael found out his girlfriend, Y/n is watching some cartoon show on his laptop called “ My Little Pony “. Of course, he thinks it’s lame...at first

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! It’s such a cute idea. I don’t really watch my little pony but AppleJack used to be my shit when I was younger. Again, thank you so much for requesting this and I’m so sorry that it’s so short. 

Pairing: Outpost!Michael Langdon x (non-gender specific ) Outpost!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 612

Outside the outpost, above the ground, the nuclear winter is destroying everything. Freezing every living being until all life has left it. But inside the outpost? It’s a whole other world there. Warmth radiating against everyone's skin. Bright, fire glowing calmly. And you? You are wrapped in your sheets, head resting against feathery soft pillows and the bright screen of Michael’s laptop illuminating your face.

While outside the world was slowly dying, you liked to pass your time with watching the show. ‘ My little pony ‘ in particular. The show is always so happy, framed by bright colours and happy characters. You started watching it just two months before the apocalypse and ever since you have been hooked.

“Have you watched that again? “ Michael says as he hears the high pitched voices of the characters ringing around the room. You nod head as you mention for him to come over to the bed. “ Come and watch with me. “.

Michael lets out a long sight as he quickly crawls into the bed, curling up into you. ‘ But it’s for kids. “. You pause the show and look over to him. “ Technically you’re like nine years old, you have no room to walk about what it for kids and what’s not. “.

He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again as he silently presses play on the laptop again. You giggle softly and wrap an arm around his shoulder so that his head can rest on top of your chest.

With a jawn, you close the laptop again. Michael quickly opens it back up. “ What are you doing? The episode isn’t over yet! “. He quickly presses play against and positions the laptop so that both of you can watch the show again.

“ Michael, it’s like two a.m. I’m tired. “. Michael doesn’t say anything. He just grabs the laptop from your lap and places it on his own. “ If you’re gonna keep on watching, at least put in some headphones. And turn the brightness down, “ you say.

You turn to lay down on your side. The sound of Applejack her speech about some family apple picking day disappears, signalling you that Michael has put the headphones in like you asked.

“ Baby? “ Michael asks sweetly, stretching out they. You look up from the book you were reading and up into his eyes. A sweet smile is plastered onto his face as he sits down next to you, rubbing your arms lovingly. “ Yeah? “ you ask.

“ Do you want to watch the show with me again? “. You think for a moment. The show? What show? Then it hits you. “ I thought that it was for kids? “. Michael lets out an annoyed sigh as he tugs onto your hand to try and get you up from the couch. “ Come on, please? “.

You could never say no to Michael. Especially not when he is asking something so nice. You nod and get up from the couch. Michael quickly leads you to your bedroom. When he opens the door you see that the laptop is already open with the show on pause.

Michael quickly lays kicks off his shoes and crawls into the bed. You follow his actions. His arm wraps around you so that you are now to one with your head on his chest. His presses play and the happy tones of the intro echo around the room. Michael hums along with it softly as he taps his fingers in the rhythm against your shoulder. You knew he would like the show.

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Pairing: Renjun x Reader

Words: 800+

Genre: Fluff, Friendship to relationship

You were both seven years old when you met each other. There was an activity at the library for kids and your mom brought you there. There was a lot of kids but Renjun is the only one you noticed. He was reading a book alone in his corner while every other child were playing with cars and barbies before the activity started. You wanted to go talk to him but you were way too shy to do so. So you went not so far from him and took a book too, sometimes looking at the taller boy to see if he was still reading. You stayed like that almost half an hour before the animator arrived. You put the book at its place but you noticed that the other boy wasn't doing the same. You decided to talk to him so he could come along.

-Aren't you coming to the activity?

-No. This is for kids.

You pouted a little and frowned a bit.

-How old are you?

-I'm seven years old. I'm a big boy!

-You are the same age as me... Please come with me, I'm too shy to talk to the other kids.

-Well, you can stay with me but I'm not going.

You felt sad but you decided to stay with him so he could have a little company.

-I'm (Y/N) by the way.

-I'm Renjun.

You smiled at him and you then went back to the books you were both reading earlier.

***

You knew Renjun for 12 years now and the library was still your meeting point. The only thing that changed was the section where you would read. And the talks you had. You most of the time talked about books and there were some books that were rated eighteen plus, so you sometimes talked about sex and stuff. You weren't shy about it with Renjun. You could talk about everything with him and he could also do the same. He was the one you went to when you broke up with your ex-boyfriend and he supported you until you were feeling better. he didn't like to see you hurt or anything. He preferred the little sunshine that had entered his life when you were seven. He was always glad that you came to him that day, you were one of his most precious friends, alongside with Jaemin and Jeno. People often saw you as best friends or a couple and it didn't bother you. You were what you were and that was perfect for you.

-Hey, miss, what are you reading?

You jumped a little when you heard Renjun's voice but you smiled at him.

-Nothing in particular. I was about to go, I feel like going to the movie theatre. Wanna come with me?

-Yeah, sure. What do you want to see? he says while walking to the exit with you.

-End Game?

-YES!

You laughed at his shout and hit him softly on the shoulder.

-You're lucky we're outside. The lady would've killed you or expelled you. Or us. And I don't want to be expelled from here. This is literally the only place I'm calm these days.

-We won't get expelled, he said softly while putting an arm around your shoulder as he usually did.

You finally arrived at the cinema and you decided to pay for the tickets since he was paying the snacks. You then went to the room and when the movie started, you were all excited. You really liked superheroes and you knew it was the same for Renjun.

When the movie finished, you were pretty much satisfied with the ending and packed all of the remaining candies in your purse.

-Want to go somewhere else? I feel like eating pizza, he told you while grabbing your hand, which was pretty unusual but you didn't mind.

-Yeah, totally! But you have to pay. I'm poor now, you said with a little pout.

-At one condition.

-Renjuuuun! you said in a whiny voice.

-(Y/N). One condition.

-What is it...?

You were somehow scared of what he was going to ask you. You never knew what to expect from him.

-If I pay for the lunch, we have to call this a date.

You froze and he looked at you, a bit scared of your reaction.

-A... A date?

-Yes, (Y/N)... I'd like to take you on a date. I... I like you.

-Oh... you said as your cheeks went red from the blushing.

You didn't know what to think. Renjun was totally your type but you never thought of him more than a friend until today. And it made your heart burst. You gently, yet shyly, smiled at him and squeezed his hand, which you were still holding.

-Then... this is a date, Mr. Huang.

***

After that date, you had a couple more before deciding you were now dating. You were pretty shy with him at first since he was only your second boyfriend and that your first experience was a disaster. However, through the months, you realized how much you loved him and how much he was important in your life. It eventually led you to have your first time with him and a couple of years later, be his wife for the best and for the worst.