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Ahhhhh, I’m a moron! You replied to my ask but I didn’t see! (I’m the Lucifer anon) Spn please! (Not that I don’t love Fox Luci)

No worries, lovey. I’ll have that done for you soon.

Tumblr has marked the blog as “explicit” and hidden it so I’m just waiting on tumblr to unhide the blog before I post it. I’ve emailed them so hopefully it happens soon xx - 🍒

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A Shaken Imprint - Embry Call (Twilight)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous & @sweetserpentsworld​ Prompt: “I can't sleep” + “Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare.” + “Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.”

Panicked breathing followed the bloodcurdling scream that pierced the small house. Y/N lurched awake, clutching at the blankets that now rested around their waist. A cold sweat clung to their fear frozen, unmoving body.

The sudden loud banging of quick-moving footsteps spiked Y/N’s heartbeat again. The door swung open as Embry rushed into the room. His face was a mixture of concern and premature rage for whatever was disturbing his partner.

“Y/N/N, are you okay? What happened?”

Y/N released a shaky breath, “I’m… I’m okay. It was just a nightmare.”

The tense expression Embry had held dropped away and was replaced with a look of concern and sympathy. He settled down on the bed next to Y/N, he wrapped his arms around their shaking frame.

“Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare,” Embry whispered softly. He gently stroked Y/Ns hair, tenderly soothing his shaken imprint. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I can’t remember what happened… I just remember that you, you died.” A few hot tears spilt down Y/Ns cheeks, “It felt so real.”

Embry shifted, pulling Y/N tighter against him, nuzzling their head against his own steady heartbeat. The steady rhythmic beating of his heart invited a wave of calm to wash over Y/N.

“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here,” Embry mumbled, “I promise nothing will take me away from you.”

Embry continued to affectionately play with Y/Ns hair. He listened to Y/N’s heartbeat smooth into a slow, regulated pattern as they started to slip into a peaceful sleep. He felt sleep tugging at him as well. Embry slipped his arms out from under Y/N’s still form, and he quietly moved from the bed.

“Embry,” Y/N mumbled sleepily, “I can't sleep, can I sleep with you in your room?”

A small smile formed on Embry’s lips. ”You don’t even need to ask.” He scooped up Y/N in his arms, before carrying them back to his own bed.

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Would you write for Belphegor?

No, sorry. I’m behind on supernatural so I haven’t seen that part yet x - Cherry 🍒

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i was hoping to request one for james potter with "i could kiss you right now.” if not it can be with george weasley. thanks!

I don’t write for Harry Potter. Please check fandoms lists before you send ina request x - Cherry 🍒

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“You lied to me!” & “I’m not losing you again.” with Sirius Black, please?

I don’t write for Harry Potter. Please check fandoms list before sending in requests x - Cherry 🍒

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“Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.” With Lucifer, please?

Ooo I’ve got some ideas brewing for this one x 🍒

Is it Lucifer from SPN or from its the Lucifer series? 

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Can I request I can't sleep can I sleep with you from your prompt list with Embry Call?

Sure thing, sweetums! 🍒

✅completed x

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A Lovers Betrayal - Natasha Romanoff Angst

Author: Cherry🍒 Prompt list - dramatic - “How is this possible? I watched you die.” Word count: 864

It’s not as angsty as I thought it would end up being. Let me know what you think x

The metal door slammed shut, throwing a cold breeze across Natashas blindfolded face. She listened to the sound of heels clicking across the cold cement floor, using her ears to follow the person around the room. Natasha tensed as the sound came to a stop behind her. She pulled at her restrained wrists once again despite knowing that her efforts were going to waste.

The blindfold fell away from her face. The sound of the heels resumed as her capturer walked around her chair. The woman perched upright on the seat across from Natasha, crossing her legs and clasping her hands together in her lap.

Confusion. Anger. Heartbreak. Happiness. Disbelief. So many emotions, in such little time. It came all at once, crashing over Natasha like the waves of an oncoming tsunami. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body shook, yet she felt frozen in her spot. She couldn’t believe the sight in front of her.

“Hello Natasha, I take it that you’re surprised to see me,” Y/N spoke flatly, with little to no feeling in her voice. Y/N took in Natasha’s shock, her eyes were blinking rapidly and her jaw slightly agape.

But in a mere few seconds, Natasha had collected herself back together. She sat up straight, set her jaw and any emotion that had once settled over her features disappeared.

“How is this possible? I watched you die,” Natasha asked quietly, her eyes narrowed questioningly.

A sigh escaped Y/N’s glossed lips. “Well, there’s no point beating around the bush. I work for hydra... and you were my mission. Actually, the Avengers were my mission and I used you to get what I needed. I was sent in to find out anything and everything about the Avengers; their strengths, their weaknesses, the way they operate, who can be used against them, and everything in-between.”

Natasha's heart shattered more and more with each word. The woman in front of her was once the love of her life, and despite what she was hearing, her heart ached and she craved the feeling of Y/N’s skin against her own. Years of feelings flooded over Natasha; the memories of their first kiss, their first ‘I love you’, their engagement, and then the tragic day in which Natasha thought she saw her love die in front of her.

“So… none of it was real? All of it was just a means to an end? A lie? A manipulation?”

“Oh, Natasha, you know better than anyone what this job is like, the things you have to do to accomplish your mission. I mean, you dedicated your whole life doing to people exactly what I did to you,” Y/N exhaled. “Although truth be told, it wasn’t all a lie. It was only meant to be a mission, but despite everything I did, I couldn’t help falling in love with you.”

Natasha scoffed and lightly shook her head, “So even though you loved me, you still decided to fake your death? We were a team, we could have helped you.”

“It was the only option I had. I knew no matter what I did you would be heartbroken. I figured that if I died it would spare you at least a little bit of heartbreak compared to finding out I’m a hydra agent,” Y/N shrugged. She stared down at the ground, her own pain ate away at her.

“The love I have for you, I never thought I would have for anyone. I wanted to be with you, it broke me to walk away but I'm committed to my job first and foremost. It doesn’t make this next part any easier either,” Y/N let out a shaky breath and rose from he seat. She knelt down in front of Natasha, gently grasping her face in her hands. “Because I love you, I’ll make sure that this is quick and painless, okay? I know you can’t forgive me, but I do hope you can understand.” Y/N pressed a tender kiss against Natasha's forehead. She quickly stood and strode to the doorway, with three quick raps the door swung open.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder one last time, taking one final glance at her hostage. Natasha stared sharply at Y/N, her set expression was a mixture of anger and betrayal. Y/N stepped through the doorway, she nodded to the hydra agents waiting on the other side. They filed through the doorway, shutting the door behind them.

Y/N’s heart ached more and more as she walked down the hallway. She tried to hold her head up high, knowing she was a good agent who always followed through and completed her assignments. Despite this, she wanted more than anything to turn back and save her love before it was too late. But she chose her mind over her heart and kept moving forward.

The loud bang of the gunshot made Y/N's breath lodge in her throat. Hot tears spilt down her cheeks, and she had to fight back the sob that tried to break its way out. She wiped at her eyes, sucked in a deep breath and stepped forward. She didn’t deserve to cry, this was on her and she knew it.

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Send in some requests and I’ll get them done xx - Cherry🍒

prompt list i. ♡

angst.

“(Name)! Open the door!”

“I can’t pretend anymore.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“You lied to me!”

“You can’t see me.”

“If I’m a monster, what are you?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Get the hell out.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I’m not losing you again.”

“Why do you care?”

“Don’t you dare walk out that door.”

“You’re not safe here.”

“That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’”

“You broke my heart.”

“What is this? What are we really?”

“I’m sorry but.. who are you?”

“Why aren’t you with her?”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You’ve hurt me enough already.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“I won’t forgive you for this.”

“There was never an ‘us.’”

“I never loved you.”

“It was never supposed to come to this.”

“Do you really think I’m happy?”

fluff & romance.

“Tell me again.”

“Marry me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“It’s freezing. Come here.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Because I love you.”

“Don’t ever let me go.”

“I’ve loved you for years.”

“Stay. Please.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Always.”

“Look, a shooting star! Make a wish.”

“Is that.. my shirt?”

“I think I love you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“It made me think of you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.”

“It’s always been you.”

“Move over.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Truth or dare?”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“I love you, but stop talking.”

“Quit it! You’re hogging the blankets!”

“I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.”

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep.”

“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Are you.. blushing?”

“Take my hand.”

concern & upset.

“You’re shaking.”

“Call me when you get this. It’s urgent.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“What happened back there?”

“Wake up. Please wake up.”

“Let me help you.”

“Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“Stop pretending like everything is fine!”

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I’m begging you. Please.”

“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

“I know hurts, but you have to stay awake, okay?”

“Of course I care.”

“You’re safe now.”

“How much did you have to drink?”

“Let me take you home.”

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

“Shh. Don’t cry.”

“You need to rest.”

dramatic.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“Put the gun down.”

“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”

“Let her/him go!”

“Take me instead.”

“Don’t touch her/him.”

“How is this possible? I watched you die.”

“Break them.”

“(Name)! Take my hand!”

“Don’t you die on me!”

“Open your eyes!”

“What have you done?”

“Save yourself.”

“You’re not gonna die on me.”

“Lucky shot.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“Come back to me.”

“I’ve already lost her once. I won’t lose her again.”

“Get out of here! It’s a trap.”

“What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!”

“Do you want to die?”

“Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

sassy.

“Bite me.”

“I didn’t believe you cared.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

“I dare you.”

“You may be attractive, but I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You know what? Forget it.”

“Did you really think I’d fall for that?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Watch me.”

“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”

“How did my back feel when you stabbed me?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

“If you want me, come and get me.”

“Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.”

“You’re dead.”

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Craig Cody Teaching You Self Defence (Animal Kingdom)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: @gemini0410​ (sorry it’s so late, I hope you enjoy it still! x )

- Craig insisted on teaching you self-defence, it was almost a dealbreaker.

- He’d wake you up early in the morning to train with you.

- There would be a lot of teasing on his behalf.

- He’d joke around, egg you on, ruffle your hair, and do anything to get a rise out of you.

- But he’d ultimately take it quite seriously.

- “Come on, baby. You can punch harder than that!” He’d say when you’d hit the punching bag.

- Before every training session, he would insist on being the one who would wrap and tape your hands before putting on the boxing gloves.

- Of course, there would be weight training too so that you can strengthen your muscles.

- He’d spar with you, but he’d start off so gently that it was almost patronising.

- When he’d pin you to the ground, he would tickle you as a punishment for not being more on guard. 

- He would then press a light kiss to your lips before helping you back to your feet.

- If he was feeling particularly playful, he’d take an opportunity to pick you up and spin around before plopping you back down on your feet. 

- He’d also take any chance to give you quick smack on your butt.

- Sometimes he’d pinch it instead.

- Sometimes his brothers would try to spar with you, but they’d usually get too rough which would lead to Craig stepping in and shoving them away from you.

- A couple of times a week, he’d take you to the gun range to improve your abilities.

- Once he was sure you could handle a gun, he’d buy you your own. He’d insist you have it with you even if you don’t like weapons, just so he can know that you’re a little bit safer.

- Craig would even urge you to take up a martial arts, like Krav Maga.

- He’d love to watch you workout, it would put him in the mood each time and he’d follow you straight to the shower afterwards.

- It would move from self-defence training to daily workouts for you two.

- Craig would make sure that he praises you all the time and makes sure you know how well you’re doing.

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Cute Habits - Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

- Every time you’re in the shower, Jake would sneak your towel from the rack and throw it in the dryer just to warm it up for you.

- Jake always makes sure your favourite lolly/chocolate bar is stocked up in his pantry.

- As soon as he sees your anxiety or stress tics, he automatically moves to comfort you. Most of the time he does it without realising.

- When walking next to you, his hand is always wrapped around your own.

- Every morning, whoever wakes up first gently kisses the other on their forehead.

- He’s always touching you when falling asleep. He’ll either be snuggling you, gently brushing his hand against you, he just can’t help but want to hold you in some way.

- As soon as he gets home each down, he walks straight to you to hug you.

- ‘I love you’s’ all the time.

- Especially non-verbal ‘I love you’s’

- Buying each others favourite juice (but mostly orange soda)

- Playing the others favourite movie/series/music

- Sweet kisses on the cheek

- Always celebrating the others accomplishes, even the small ones

- Always building the other up. He won’t go a day without letting you know just how amazing you are.

- He always helps you with chores when he sees you doing them. He’ll start vacuuming, or chopping the onions, or hanging out the laundry. You never need to ask, he loves helping you.

- He gave himself a daily mission, which soon became a habit, of making sure he gets you to laugh every chance he gets. Your laughter is like music to his ears.

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Bucky Barnes + Black 🌻

Black connotations: grief, elegance, power

Word Count: 1072

A/N: this one is a little long, and completely unrequested.

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You still very much couldn't believe your best friend, Tony Stark, was in the ground, in the cemetery you could see from the window. Bruce and Thor had cleaned up the lab, enough to still see Tony in everything that was there, but also enough where you weren't stepping on things every time you took a step. You were by the window, listening to Pepper talk, and you stared at the freshly turned dirt, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew you should be listening, but it didn't mean that you didn't wish you could just.. fully shut down. You were dressed to the nines in all black, the same outfit you'd worn to Pepper and Tony's funeral, save for the frown.

You felt the familiar cold around your shoulders, Bucky's arm, and you leaned into him, shaking your head. You two were.. close. To say the least. You'd hooked up, lonely and drunk, more than once, but every morning the one of you whose room it wasn't would slip out before the other was awake. You'd never talked about it, never quite wanted to. You were too scared of Bucky's answer that you didn't mean anything, that all it was was lonely hookups he could have with anyone. You tried to focus on this, but your eyes were fixated, you could almost make out the shape of the original arc reactor encased with so much plexiglass the words on the original casing, said 'proof that Tony Stark has a heart', were starting to blur. It made your heart ache, all you wanted was your best friend back. He saved the world, he deserved the world.

It wasn't long until you downed your glass of champagne, the glass that should have been Steve's, Bucky's, and Pepper's, after she'd let Morgan have a sip, her reaction to it one that made everyone laugh. She'd certainly not taken after her father's love of alcohol. You weren't completely sober, but it didn't make you feel any better. You felt alone. You'd lost half of your friends in the snap, and you swear you'd lost the opposite half fixing it. You'd seen Tony's notes, you were the first and only who knew about the suit. That it wasn't made for survival, it could have been made to handle the snap, but it wasn't. It drove you insane to think about it, and every time it was mentioned how tragic losing Tony was you wanted to scream. It wasn't tragic, he was an idiot, and now he was dead because of it.

It was what got you to leave, and Bucky's eyes never left you as you left, his feet following behind you. He wanted desperately to talk to you, but.. he didn't know what the hell he would even say. Sorry your best friend's dead, do you want to get dinner and talk about it? He found his chance as you stepped into the cold air outside, almost immediately catcalled.

"You look nice crying, I'd love to see it from a different angle." he'd said, and the implications were more than slightly lewd and aggressive. You had tried to laugh it off before he stepped off the curb of his side of the street, and you were really too tipsy and too full of anger and sadness to fight back, so you stood still, facing him.

Bucky stepped outside, his good arm slinging around your neck, tossing the man a glare, effectively causing him to put his foot back up on the curb, his malicious grin fading into a blank look, and he looked around for a moment, turning completely around and walking into the bar he'd obviously just come from. "I'm sorry, if that was.. a lot at once." Bucky said, his arm retreating just as soon as the man was out of eye-shot, and he held your hands instead, looking up at you through his eyelashes, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

You laughed bitterly, looking at your feet. "You know what's too much? My best friend is dead, of his own accord. One of the people I thought I could trust could have prepared me for it, and he watched me hug Tony Stark goodbye, kiss him on the cheek, and tell him I'd have Morgan in bed by the time he got home, even though she'd had a late nap. That person told me not to bother getting Morgan up from her nap, she'd be too hard to get back to sleep, Tony would keep her up for days with his stories, she needed her rest while she could get it!" you ranted, thinking of how Strange smiles as he said it, and in your memory even now his eyes were glassy. He knew what was to come, but how would he even start?

Bucky listened, and you felt like he was the first one, and you collapsed into his arms, hugging him tight, and he was slow to reciprocate, too scared of hurting you even worse than you were hurt, but he did hug you back, his hand petting your hair gently, trying his best to be reassuring. He'd lost his best friend too, and you knew it wasn't fair to do this to him, but here you were, in the middle of a New York snowstorm, clinging to Bucky like he was all you had left, him doing the same to you. And that was when you were sure you loved him, when you pulled away, staring up at his tear-stained face that matched yours, and you both laughed softly, more out of embarrassment than humor.

"I'm sorry." you both said in sync, and Bucky was fast on the comeback, if only to get a smile. "Jinx, you owe me a coke." he said, shaking his head.

"But.. maybe I can get that coke over dinner? I know it might be too soon, but.. just.. to talk. ... And for the record, I was sober every time I slept with you. If that makes this more.. real. B-Serum was still serum nonetheless. I can't get drunk and forget as much as I want to." he admitted, looking down, already starting to pull away, and you moved closer, shaking your head.

"No, no.. dinner is perfect." you said softly, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves, smiling your first genuine smile in weeks.

If only Tony could see you two now.

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Thor + Red 🌻

red connotations: love, desire, and energy

word count: 751

A/N: this isn't my best and I feel like the ending was a bit rushed, but! I like this fic regardless, and feel free to request!

You sat at the bar, the one in Asgard that Thor had drug you, along with the two supersoldiers who explained they’d never been drunk since the serum, it’d taken with them all ability to abuse drugs or alcohol, as Bucky would explain to anyone who would listen because, “Believe me, I’ve tried.” It was Thor’s idea, to try the Asgardian mead, as it was significantly stronger than anything else, and even some of the heavier drinkers on Asgard didn’t go past five mugs.

Bucky however, was on his sixth, and it was the first time you’d ever seen him plastered. He was.. incredibly flirty when he was drunk, and Steve had all but physically stood between you and the brunette every time he got closer, and you couldn’t help but notice Thor’s unfriendly glances at him, it was hard not to, mainly because he commanded attention from every room he walked into, but also because he was an incredibly gorgeous man, albeit exceedingly out of your league, for more reasons than the planet gap, but you figured it was more out of Bucky’s crude nature than anything else. Steve however, was incredibly more keen on the actual reason, and although quiet about it now, was incredibly encouraging to the both of you separately to just.. confess how you felt about each other.

I mean really, it was sickening. As soon as you tore your eyes away from him, Thor was staring at you with the puppy dog eyes all over again. As soon as he turned to talk to someone else, you were staring at him with just the same love struck look on your face.And everyone noticed. Dr. Banner tried to hint at it, offering explanations such as, “You know, when someone laughs, they tend to look at the person in the room they’re most comfortable.”

He’d tried it on both of you. He got the same response, and he would swear you even emphasized the same syllables. “Of course I’m comfortable with them, they’re the only person who puts up with me.”

Peter had tried webbing you two together, which ended with you and Thor back to back on the ground in the middle of the living room, playing 20 questions and giggling because, “Thor, there’s nothing in the galaxy that’s a blue verb.”

“Yeah, not in this one.” he’d shoot back, almost instantly, ending up with another fit of giggles between the two of you. 

Even Bucky, as crude as he was acting at the moment, had been trying to get you two to talk about how you feel for the longest time, conspiring with Tony, of course. He’d just happened to lead you both into one of the rooms that’d been used to hold Loki, as well as just happened to be outside of it when the door closed. Tony had come up with some bullshit excuse of there was a certain time it had to be closed before it would open again, and was incredibly disappointed when you just.. took a nap.

Steve, of course, realized this was the best plan any of the Avengers had, so he excused himself back to his room, letting Bucky hit on you until inevitably, Thor snapped.

“I don’t understand what you don’t get, Bucky, because really, you know how much they mean to me. You know what they mean to me.” Thor said, stepping between you and the brunette, and you were suddenly incredibly aware of how scary Thor could be, when you heard Bucky, the man you’d swear wasn’t scared of anything at all, grumble something to the effect of ‘going to bed’, 

It was a few minutes before you could get Thor to talk to you, but your efforts were rewarded when he didn’t bother stumbling over his words, trying to find a tactful way to say it, and he blatantly said, “I think I’m in love with you.” Of course, you were taken aback, which would account for your lack of response and you’d have to chase him all the way to his room once he got up and left, giggling as you explained you felt just the same.

He’d look so genuinely in awe, so amazed simply by the concept of you loving him back, and he would invite you into his room for a conversation about.. all of this, as well as for coffee delivered to the room in the morning so you would be well rested for a trip back home.

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Come In P.R. 🌻

Spencer Reid + "I need a place to stay." + "I don't want you to stop."

finally

word count: 991

It'd been four days since you and Spencer Reid had broken up. Four lonely days, not a call, not a text, not a 'when can I pick up my things', nothing. So due to that, you were rightfully in bed, clinging to Spencer's sweater like the man had died. Which, he practically did. He'd walked in after a case, you had food on the table, he looked at you, told you he was leaving, it was over, and walked back out. It was strange he hadn't come back for his clothes, the only thing he'd had with him was the bag he took when he'd went out on a case. But the way he broke up with you was.. all too typical of him. He was too analytical, not emotional enough, and he was never one for emotionalism, if he had to, he would lay out everything in his argument out like they were all simple facts. It made arguments with him.. incredibly nightmarish.

Today was the first day you'd actually had to take off in.. probably since you'd gotten the job. You'd ignored every call and text from anyone trying to ascertain your whereabouts, Spencer's ringtone and text tone were so different than anyone else's you'd hear them from the other side of the apartment in a dead sleep. You'd explained to your boss it was family matters, it was a personal day, which, wasn't that far off from the truth. Spencer was family, you two had been living together for over a year now, and anyone who saw you two thought you were the loveliest couple they'd seen. So the break-up was a bit of a shock to your system. The sweater you held to your nose as you stared at the ceiling, it seemed that's all you were doing lately, didn't quite smell like him anymore, but you couldn't bring yourself to pack his things. He hadn't asked you to, and you weren't going to set them out in the pouring rain to mold. As you sat, clutching the cloth like your live depended on it, you heard an all too familiar rhythmic knocking at your front door, and you rushed to answer it, not bothering to look in the peephole. It was Spencer, drenched from the rain, looking more like a kicked puppy than anything else, and you stepped out of the entrance, allowing him in and closing the door once he was in, not turning to look at him just yet.

"I haven't packed your things." you admitted, and you swear you heard him breathe a quiet sigh of relief, but you weren't exactly sure.

"I need a place to stay." he admitted back, quietly, "I didn't consider that I wouldn't have one of those." and his heart sunk when you scoffed.

"Please go back to wherever you were Spencer. I can't stand to see you at the moment, and I most certainly can't stand to live with you, you just.. you just up and leave, without any sort of explanation and you expect me to just.. welcome you back?" you asked, turning to face him finally.

It hurt Spencer dearly to see you like this, and it shattered him to realize he was the reason. He was the reason your eyes were red rimmed, your face splotchy, and the reason you hadn't smiled in days. "You deserved an explanati-" he started, but you interrupted him.

"You're damn right I did! You can't come in, tell me I've wasted over a year and a half of my life and expect me to be fine with it!" you snapped, stepping forward towards him. "You're... you're..." you started, breaking down again, and Spencer moved to hug you, hurt flashing in his eyes as you stepped back away from him.

Spencer took a deep breath as he started to explain himself, "I didn't want to leave, probably more than you didn't want me to leave. There was an unsub. After me. There still is. So I figured if I could make myself stop loving you, if I could just leave and not look back, I'd be fine. Penelope would keep in contact with you, and that.. was going to have to be enough with me. I couldn't stop loving you. And you just kept ignoring everyone's calls, so I came myself. And I may have lied. When I came in. I'd been sleeping on Morgan's couch." he said, looking at his feet.

You looked at him warily, disappearing into the other room, coming back with your phone, scrolling through the notifications you hadn't looked at, a soft laugh escaping your mouth as you saw who all had called. It wasn't your boss, she was more than okay with you taking a day off. It was Penelope. Aaron. Derek. JJ. Emily. It was your family, the people who actually needed to talk to you, the people who you needed to talk to. You looked up at Spencer, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I love you, idiot. No unsub is going to get between that. I swear." you said, moving closer and kissing him quickly, and as you pulled away you were incredibly embarrassed by the action you'd taken, you two hadn't even gotten 'officially' back together, you weren't sure if that was something Spencer would even want. You stepped back, leaving him with a confused look on his features, one you'd grown to love entirely too quickly.

"I'll stop." you said softly, your hand rubbing your neck as your eyes found something vastly interesting to stare at on the ground.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" he asked, grinning and stepping forward, his hands finding yours, bringing them up between the two of you.

"I most certainly love you too, you know." he admitted, his forehead resting against yours, and you smiled, a genuine smile, for the first time in what felt like much too long.

[ourhappylies]

Dating Ryan Howard Would Include 🌻

• You two met in one of the typical 'meet-cute' ways, at a coffee shop so far out of town you thought you'd never see each other again

• But you show up at the office on Monday morning, and you see him again, the new temp

• And you can't help but laugh, because you'd already almost forgotten about this man, but boy, has he not forgotten about you or every single detail you told him

• Coffee dates are an absolute must with him

• He's sorta insecure, so he always likes to be near you, his arm around your waist or his hand in yours

• Bleaching his hair for him so his hair doesn't look insanely bad (and whining when you have to bleach his roots)

• Dyeing his hair all kinds of crazy colors, all temporary, and having to strip the color before Monday morning

• Adventures you both consider 'vacations', whether that's sleeping in and exploring an old abandoned house or it's going on a roadtrip and spending the night in some rundown hotel

• Showing up in the morning to work so incredibly tired, but all kinds of giddy

• Being a 'pinterest' kind of couple, always doing something, always making it look so easy

• Sneaky kisses in the break room

• Everyone thinks you're in there making out or doing something vaguely inappropriate but really he just loves slow dancing with you

• Being the softest couple in the office

• Sneaky 'I love you's after the office is closed, you two hiding in his cubicle under his desk

[ourhappylies]

For the color request maybe red + Thor?❤🍒🔥🎈

absolutely!! you have no idea how excited I was to open my messages to see this!

Color requests, for any one of admin alex's fandoms, in which there's a moodboard and a drabble based on that color's connotations!

I'll get this posted tomorrow :)

[ourhappylies]

Doctor Strange Helping you with a Panic Attack 🌻

• He'd notice before anyone else, the small things that show you'd be getting overwhelmed

• The hand shakes, the tapping, the increased respirations

• He'd always try to get you away from anything that could be overwhelming, but obviously that wouldn't always be the easiest option

• But if he has his Sling Ring, which, when does he not; he'll take the both of you into the mirror dimension, keeping his distance unless you want to be near him

• He'll sit on the floor, across from you, walking you through your grounding exercises

• Five things you can see, four you can touch, three you can hear (they're all sounds he'll create just for the point of this exercise), two you can smell, and one you can taste

• He knows if you're feeling better if the last one is a cheeky answer of 'you'.

• But if you're not, he'll have you sit between his legs, your back against his chest, helping you breathe with him

• When you're okay, he's able to relax himself

• If you apologize for the 'inconvenience' he'll distract you with stories of every time Steve or Tony has made him do something incredibly time or energy consuming

• He won't leave you alone until you laugh at one of his anecdotes

• He'll check on you the rest of the day afterwards, the doctor in him undoubtedly taking your vitals to make sure you're alright

• He'll remind you you're okay, he's here for you, and he loves you dearly