Bartender!reader reacting to rafes buzz cut for the first time.
made it extra fluffy and flirty bc i've been writing too much angst đthank you for the request, hope you like itđ
it's buzzcut season anyway - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)
You were in the middle of counting your tips when the door creaked open again. You didnât even look up this time. The lunch rush had finally slowed, and you were way too focused on making sure some old manâs cash hadnât gotten stuck together.Â
Your break started in two minutes. Your plan? Grab something to eat with Rafe and maybeâif you were luckyâconvince him to give you one of those neck massages he was so good at. Youâd earned it after dealing with the entitled club members all morning, and he always liked giving you a hard time about being stressed when he came to visit you at work.
If you could just survive until your break, you couldâ
âHey, baby,â a voice drawled, warm and familiar.
Rafe.
Your heart did that stupid little thing it always did when you heard his voice, and you couldnât help but smile even before you looked up.
âHey, baââ Your words caught in your throat the second you actually saw him.
Your hand stilled on the cash. He was standing in the doorway, all long toned limbs and that easy charm youâd fallen for over a year ago. But something was off. You squinted, your brain trying to catch up to what you were seeing. It wasnât the way he was standing or the fact that he had on a backwards capâhe always did that. It was what wasnât under the cap. Something was missing.
Your eyes went straight to the top of his head.
âWaitâwhat theââ You blinked, abandoning the tips on the counter as you stepped around it and walked toward him, your eyes locked on the top of his head, trying to figure out if you were seeing things. âDid you buzz your head?â
He just grinned, casually leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, totally unbothered. âYeah. What dâya think?â
You gawked at him. âYou shaved your head. You literally shaved your head.â
You stared at him, eyes wide. His cap was covering most of it, but you could see enoughâenough to know that his thick, messy hair, the hair youâd spent countless hours running your fingers through, was gone.Â
Gone.
âOh my God. You buzzed it? For real?â
Rafe straightened up, lifting his cap and running a hand over the buzzed length, showing it off like he was some kind of model. âThatâs the second time youâve said that. You donât like it?â
Your fingers itched to touch it, but you hesitated. You were trying so hard not to freak out. Heâd just gone and buzzed his head without even telling you.
âLike it? Iââ You sputtered, waving your hand in the air. âBaby, your hair! You just... did this? No warning? No âhey, baby, Iâm thinking about going full buzzcut, what do you think?ââ
His grin turned cocky as he reached out to pull you into him by the waist. âI thought Iâd surprise you. Didnât expect you to get all worked up over it.â
You gave him a playful shove, but he didnât budge. âIâm not worked up! Iâm just... shocked. I thought I was gonna get to lunch with my boyfriend and his hair, notââ You gestured to his head, still half in disbelief. ââthis.â
He chuckled, leaning down so his forehead almost touched yours. âSo... you hate it?â
You gave him a look, trying to stay mad or at least a little indignant about the whole thing, but it was impossible with him looking at you like that.
âYou thought Iâd like you going from âbeach boyâ to âbuzzcutâ overnight with no warning?â
âPretty much.â He leaned in, âYou gonna tell me you donât like it?â
You bit your lip, pretending to think about it.
Truth was, you were already starting to like it. You liked that it was new, that it was him, and that it made him look a little rougher, more rugged. But you werenât gonna tell him that right away. You hadnât expected to be into it, not at all. Rafeâs hair had always been one of your favorite things about himâthe way itâd curl up when he got all sweaty in the summer or how itâd fall into his eyes when he was being serious.
But... the buzzcut? You werenât expecting it to be hot. But it was. So hot.
âI didnât say I hate it...â you said, letting your voice trail off as you finally gave in and ran your fingers over the buzzed hair. It was soft, like velvet, and you couldnât stop yourself from grinning.
He chuckled, one hand coming up to cup your chin as he tilted your face up toward his. âKnew it.â
âOh, shut up.â
âSee? Told ya,â he teased, his hands still gripping your waist as he watched your reaction. âYou canât keep your hands off me now.â
âI never said IÂ couldnât,â you shot back, your cheeks heating up. âItâs just... I wasnât expecting to like it this much.â
âUh-huh.â His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. âAdmit it. You think I look hot. Youâre lookinâ at me like you canât wait to get me alone.â
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you playfully pushed at his chest, trying to cover up how much he was getting to you. âShut up,â you laughed. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
âI know you love it.â
You groaned, finally giving in to a full laugh. âOkay, okay. Fine. You look hot.â
Rafe grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âKnew you couldnât resist.â
You rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a quick peck, unable to help yourself now. âYou owe me lunch for this, though.â
âI brought you lunch,â he said, lifting the bag you hadnât even noticed in his other hand.
âOh, did you now?â You raised a brow. âYouâre really tryinâ to get on my good side today, huh?â
âIâll grow it back, donât worry,â he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against your neck. âBut for now, youâre stuck with this.â
As you both sat down at one of the tables near the back of the bar, you couldnât stop sneaking glances at his head.
It wasnât just the look of it that was getting to youâit was the fact that heâd done something so out of the blue, just like that. He always kept you on your toes, never predictable, and surprisingly, you loved that.
He caught you looking for the millionth time and shot you a smug smile. âI can tell you wanna say somethinâ. Spill.â
You reached over and ran your fingers through the nonexistent hair again, giggling.Â
âI just canât get over it, baby. You look like a whole new person. A sexy, buzzed-head guy.â
His smile softened, his hand finding yours on the table. âYeah?â
You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. âI mean, I miss your old hair, but Iâm into this. You look hot.â You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to his mouth.
His eyes darkened a little, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âCareful or Iâm not gonna let you finish your lunch before I drag you outta here.â
Your heart raced, âRafe Cameron, if you ruin my lunch break, I swearââ
He cut you off with a low chuckle, leaning across the table to press his lips to yours again, not caring that you were still technically on the clock. You melted into him, all thoughts of food forgotten for a moment. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless.
âI canât believe you buzzed your head,â you whispered, still grinning.
âI canât believe youâre this obsessed with it.â
ââŠFine.â
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That 2000s anime art style should make a comeback Iâm just saying
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Somehow managed to fuck up both sleeves of my sweater at work a few days ago and have been too busy and tired to fix it at home, and then ran out of clean sweaters. So now im fixing them at work, which is not ideal (mending something that youre wearing is already not very easy--mending it while working the register is even more fiddly bc i keep getting interrupted by customers). Think im gonna have to take it off and just wear my jacket while i fix the big hole though--i'm ambidexterous but badly, and it needs to be held at just the right angle so it stays on the darning mushroom head.
The yarn is just some handspun scrap i found in my backpack that looked like it would blend in with the sweater well enough. It's probably merino and corriedale.
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okay done whining about other ppl in ballet class, back to the biweekly pointe shoe distress
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may I ask how you did this edit? it's a beautiful effect and I'd like to replicate it (only if you don't mind sharing, of course). tumblr.com/ijustdontlikepeople/739905108314324992
Hi anon! Thank you!! Iâve always been very fond of this guy and I am always happy to talk about making stuff!
Itâs been a little while so my memory of the process is a little blurry and unfortunately, I cleaned out my project storage last week so I canât go back layer by layer anymore but hereâs the best of my memory
So, it started when I saw this base image and Davo looked very âheavy is the head that wears the crownâ and I loved it
I brought it into PicsArt on my phone and cropped it so he was a bit more centered.
I went through the PicsArt stickers for an âorbâ or âlight burstâ this is the one I used
To place the orb behind Davo like I wanted I added in another layer of that original photo, and removed the background until I just had Davoâs head
They should be layered original photo, burst, head, like above. Now you can see some spots in his hair and such that the orb light is not visible through so you go back through and erase bits of the Davo head layer. you donât have to be too too particular about it bc the same photo of him is underneath.
If I remember right, the brightness of the orb wasnât as high as I wanted so I doubled up on the same sticker
I think I one was centered over his left eye and then the other a few inches above it, and the i placed them both back behind the head layer again
Then added a sticker halo
Then I moved over to lens flare
I picked a light orangey one and placed one over his eye, lining it up with his Iris, then blending it with the light setting and duplicating the the layer and repeating for the other eye. I could have sworn that I gradually erased the edges so it faded into the rest of the photo but the software isnât giving my an option to erase? So Iâm not sure if thatâs a change on their side or if Iâm misremembering
From there, you apply and then go to FXs. (I may have tinkered with some color levels last time before this step but I donât remember)
Iâm not sure exactly which filters I used. I feel like there were two or three. I am about 80% sure I used these with roughly these specifics.
His face is cut out of PLRD which is done first than VINYL
So they didnât turn out exactly the same but this about the gest. Itâll all be a little different depending on your starting photo. If you ever have any questions or just want to talk about what youâre making, my DMs and ask box are always open! I can give u my discord too if thatâs easier! I hope this was a least a bit helpful!!
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bath + asparagus time
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me yesterday evening: hm. should i season my brand new beloved pan? its a bit late for that today.... hmm i think ill just go to bed and do so tmrw! :3
me 24 hrs later, bringing the pan to my bedroom where i can keep an eye (and ear) on it: IM SO SORRY MY PRECIOUS BABY I NEVER SHOULDVE LEFT YOU ALL ALONE IN THE KITCHEN WITH THOSE HOOLIGANS* T_T
[*affectionate, but also For Fucks Sake.... :')]
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alright there might be a new addiction forming
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almost started crying at work today when after i spent 30 minutes trying to calm down an over-stimulated, over-tired, over-dramatic toddler, who screamed bloody murder like i was torturing her the entire time, one of my older students came over and gave her a hug and led her by her little hand back to the play area
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do you have anymore pregnant bombshell!readerđ„čđ©·đ ilysm, please stay hydrated
âSpencer comforts you when you feel like you arenât yourself. pregnant!reader, 1k
Itâs neither hot nor cold in Maryland that day. The work isnât particularly strenuous, just threadbare, and the team are in good spirits. Youâre fed, watered, and well-rested. Spencer spent an hour before work massaging your legs while you both watched TV on the hotel couch. You should be in great spirits.Â
But for some reason, you arenât.Â
You donât know what it is. Your chest hurts, maybe. The sun is bright above you, your feet ache in your heels. Youâre thinking you might have to switch to converse and match Spencer if this continues. The sidewalk clicks below you with every footstep, a little rush of confidence in the sound, but it isnât working the same.Â
Youâre really not feeling well.Â
You stop walking. You like to believe it takes Spencer a shorter amount of time to notice youâre stopped than he would anyone else, but his chattering fades out of hearing range for a second before he comes running back. âHey, what?â he asks, quickly panicked.Â
âWhat?â you ask back.Â
âYou look like youâre gonna pass out,â he says. âHey, come and sit down. Letâs sit down. Here, we passed a bench.âÂ
Spencer leads you to a wrought iron bench, encouraging you down with two kind hands to the shoulders. The metal is cold. You try to save face, worried that heâs worried, but thereâs a dull aching behind your eyes that needs a lowered head. You drop your face into your hands.Â
âHey,â Spencer whispers, crouching in front of your knees.Â
âSorry.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, rubbing your thigh. âHuh? Whatâs wrong, baby?âÂ
Spencer doesnât use very many pet names, not half as many as you do, but when he does they pack a punch. He says it with all the tenderness of a confession, and it rolls off of his tongue as though heâs been calling you baby all your life.Â
Tears well in your eyes.Â
âDo you know whatâs wrong?â he asks.Â
You shake your head tightly.Â
âIs it a pain? Does something hurt?âÂ
You shake your head again.Â
Spencer meets your eyes with patience. âOkay,â he says, darting up to kiss your jaw as he stands. His foot slides between yours, his one leg between yours, the other outside as he wraps an arm around you. âTell me if Iâm making it worse.âÂ
Your head races with tearful thoughts. Youâre tired and weird and youâd needed to sit down, but Spencer being nice to you is making you wanna cry.Â
âI donât feel very well,â you say, a hot tear breaking through the hedging of your bottom lashes.Â
He can hear the uncertainty in your voice, his hands swift to placate you, his cheek pressed to your hair. âItâs okay, I promise.âÂ
âWe have to get back to the station.âÂ
âNo, we have to stay here until we know whatâs wrong.âÂ
âI was thinking about how my feet hurt, and everything does, andâ andââ You squeeze him by the waist so he canât leave. âBeing pregnant is so hard,â you cry.Â
Spencer sighs into your hair. âOh, angel.âÂ
He rubs your back and administers some soft shushing as you shudder through tears. You didnât realise it until you said it, that this awful feeling was inside, all the hormones and the fatigue.Â
âI know itâs hard,â he says, âbut please donât cry.âÂ
âI don't like not being any good at it,â you splutter.Â
âWhat?â
âI want this,â you say quickly, âI do, I want you and the baby and Iâm so happy but I miss feeling likeââÂ
âWait, nobody said anything about that.â He ducks his head down to smile at you. âIâm not stupid, I know what you want. You never do anything you donât wanna do.âÂ
âI miss feeling put together. Iâm not good at being me and being pregnant at the same time.âÂ
He takes your cheek into his hand. âIâm sorry you feel that way, but itâs not true,â he says, stroking his thumb along the line of your under-eye.Â
You press your face to his chest. He keeps his hand there wedged between you, the other behind your back still. He murmurs to you softly, itâs okay, itâs alright, you donât have to be upset, until your tears slow and your head is pounding but clearer for his touch. You hold your breath as he tips your head back, knowing you look even worse than when youâd begun.Â
âI know itâs hard feeling out of control for you,â he says, voice dulcet, tone measured, âbut youâre still just as perfect as the day we met. You donât feel that way, but itâs true. And youâre so beautiful.â He couldnât sound more in awe of you, then, his lips curled into a smile he canât bite back. âDonât think you arenât. Youâve always had this aura around you and it hasnât gone away. You walk into a room, and people just know it.âÂ
âKnow what?â you ask, sniffling.
âThat youâre amazing.âÂ
You can tell from his slight squint that he's aware of how saccharine a sentiment it is. You struggle to care, letting out a tired sigh as the warmth of his lips sinks into your cheek.Â
âWhat should we do? Do you need to go back to the hotel?âÂ
âMy feet hurt,â you mumble.Â
You arrive at the precinct a terrible, inexcusable thirty minutes later than youâd said youâd get there, with a sweet baked good in a bag and Spencerâs converse on your aching feet. Youâre smiling, to Spencerâs obvious relief. You feel better.Â
âSorry,â he apologises to Hotch. âMy fault.âÂ
Hotch nods agreeably. âYes, it is.âÂ
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Hi lovely! Me again but with an actual request this time đđ would you be able to write poly!marauders with reader who just got their wisdom teeth out and theyâre all taking her home and taking care of her while sheâs all loopy and hyped up on pain meds. I think itâd be so silly and cute. Only if you want to though! Much love and thanks!
-đ
Thanks for requesting lovely!
cw: mention of blood, effects of anesthesia
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1k words
Sirius had offered to be the one to drive you, but no one had let him because of how upset you all knew heâd get. As soon as you come through the door, Remus knows theyâd made the right decision.Â
âI know, darling,â James' voice is low, sympathetic, and a bit panicked, âbut I promise you can have them in a couple of days, alright?â
Sirius leaves the dishwater to get cold, beelining for the front door. Remus is hot on his tail. They find James kneeling in front of you, untying your shoes while tears dribble off your chin and into his hair.
âI can make you a smoothie, or mashed potatoes, or any non-solid your heart desires.â He turns his head, mouthing help.Â
Your face only crumples miserably, and James looks nearly like he might cry too but Sirius comes to his rescue.Â
âHey, sweet girl.â He palms the back of your head, careful of your face as he tilts it up towards him. âWhatâs got you so wound up, huh?âÂ
âHe wonât let me have marshmallows,â you cry, words all garbled by the gauze in your mouth.Â
âSo mean,â Sirius commiserates. âIâll do you one better and make you a chocolate milk, howâs that sound?âÂ
Your tears dry instantly. James lifts your ankle to take off your shoe, and you grip Siriusâ arms, beaming up at him. Or beaming as best you can, with your mouth all numb and full of cotton.Â
âThat sounds amazing,â you sigh, blissful.Â
Sirius grins right back at you, his hand coasting down your neck and back up again. Remus can tell heâs dying to touch your face the way he normally would, but he restrains himself. âYouâve got a deal,â he says as James pries off your other shoe. âCome watch me work.âÂ
He steers you toward the kitchen, Remus passing a hand over your head as you go by. You give him a sweet, lovelorn look in return.Â
âCan she have her gauze out soon?â he asks James once youâre in the kitchen.Â
He sets your shoes by the door. âYeah, it should be fine by now. They said a half hour.â James leans against the couch and passes a hand over his face. He looks so worn out Remus canât help but cross the room to him, taking his hand and kissing it lightly.
âWas she very upset the whole time?â he asks.
âNo, sheâs been all over the place. Far worse than you, though.âÂ
Remus feels heat rise to his face at the memory. Heâd had his wisdom teeth out last summer and reportedly spent the rest of the day clinging to whoever was nearest, grousing about how tired he was but never actually going to sleep.Â
âOh, uhâŠâ James digs in his pocket. A few receipts and a dime come out, then a small bottle of pills. âThey said she should start on these once she got home, but I canât get them open. Can you try?âÂ
âMhm.â
âThanks.â Jamesâ eyes widen, and he rushes off to the kitchen, saying something to Sirius about how they canât let you use a straw. Remus follows a few steps behind, reading the label of the pill bottle before twisting the top off. It was childproofed, bless him.Â
When he enters the kitchen, Sirius has you sat up on the counter and is poking around in your mouth. He takes out the gauze carefully, one piece at a time, and sets it on the counter. Remus makes a mental note to deep-clean that later. Your eyes follow Siriusâ movements, slowly widening.Â
âIs all that blood from me?â Your voice carries a slight quiver.Â
âThat?â Sirius says swiftly. âNo, thatâs old blood. Youâre good as new now.âÂ
âOh,â you breathe, deflating a bit in relief. Remus chuckles, and your eyes fly to him, lighting. âRem!âÂ
You open your arms wide. He steps into them, raising his eyebrows at James as you grip his shoulders tightly.Â
âTold you,â James stage-whispers. âAll over the place.âÂ
âI can hear you,â you say, words muffled into Remusâ sweater. He pets the back of your head pacifyingly.Â
âHow are you, sweetheart?âÂ
You take some time to mull this over. âMâokay,â you decide. âIâm a little sad they had to take my tongue, but it could be worse I guess.âÂ
âThey didnât take your tongue,â James says, like itâs not the first time heâs had to tell you this, âyou just had some teeth removed.âÂ
âTheyâre dismantling me,â you say morosely. Itâs clear youâve accepted your fate.Â
Remus strokes your hair again, leaning away slightly so youâll look up at him. You do, and even with your glassed-over eyes and puffy cheeks youâre the cutest thing heâs ever seen.Â
âIâm glad youâre not hurting too badly,â he hums, cupping the side of your head. You smile dopily and lean into the touch. âIâve got a pill thatâll help make sure you donât hurt later, too.âÂ
Sirius passes you your chocolate milk so you can take it, and James clucks about how you need to take slow, careful sips all the way until youâve drained the glass. As soon as itâs out of your grasp youâve replaced it with Remusâ hand, your fingers tracing the lines of his palm with idle fascination.Â
âFeel like watching a film?â he asks you softly.Â
You hum. âThat sounds nice. Can I have the fuzzy pillow because theyâre taking me apart?âÂ
Remus huffs a laugh, and James groans. âNobodyâs taking you apart, darling,â he reasons. âThe dentist only took the unimportant bits.âÂ
âBit by bit,â you sigh.Â
James looks in distress, so Remus takes the crook of his elbow in hand, squeezing lightly as Sirius eases you off the counter and into his hold. Remus thinks youâll be lucky if he releases you before tomorrow.Â
âYou can have all the pillows if you want them,â Sirius promises you. âMy poor girl, being taken apart bit by bit. You can have whatever you want.â
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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do their makeup.
That wasnât the issue though. It was just that⊠uh⊠gosh.
You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore apart you because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole thing. Only that you were even depriving yourself from being his friend.
But god, his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.
And thatâs exactly why you now hate going to work.
Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough. Anyways, everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.
âÂĄHEY!âŠGUAPA, VENĂ PARA ACĂ!â You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of boys, you rolled your eyes and giggled.
âÂżY ahora quĂ© se te ofrece Juani?â
âQue confirmes si vienes a cenar con todosâ you looked at the others. MatĂas and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You donât even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying blue eyes.
âCĂłmo jodes, chico. Ya verĂ© si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacerâ that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.
âPodemos esperarte.â Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.
The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner shouldâve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.
âNo pasa nada, vĂĄyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bienâŠâ and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.
âYa va a caerâŠâ
âPero ni me gustaâ everyone giggled. Enzo knew you were younger, of age, but younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.
âSos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogĂłlico viĂ©ndola irseâ
âPero es una niñaâŠâ he tried to reason.
âLa veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquĂ en producciĂłn y anda sola por la vidaâ everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired toys, listened to silly music and watched Barbie or Bratz movies. But you were legally an adult.
Which led Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with how many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.
But no⊠he definitely hadnât caught an eye on you.
âŠ
It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand⊠were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. Then gifting him with an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.
âSi no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you dancing like the proudest stripper, a picture of you rolling your eyes that looked extremely silly and dorky. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.
âEso te pasa por ÂĄRIDĂCULA!â The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.
âPues nunca te conseguirĂ© el follow de los ex-One Directionâ he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.
âÂĄQuĂ© boluda⊠y pesada!â
âOkay, pinche ardidoâ one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.
âUYYY⊠te toca todo el dĂa con Enzoâ he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.
âPero la boluda y pesada soy yoâ
âPues siâ you finally read the paper and yes⊠3 hours with Enzo.
âWell⊠it could be worseâ you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and pierced feelings.
âDejĂĄte quererâŠâ you frowned confused at the boy beside you.
âWhat?â You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.
âNothing, dearâ once again, you rolled your eyes.
âDe verdad eres medio insoportableâ he batted his ears, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.
âTe quieroâ he responded, making you laugh once again.
âSi, yo tambiĂ©n. Mi pendejito favoritoâ
âNo, ese debe ser Enzoâ this time, you blushed.
âComo chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ÂżTe gusta o quĂ©?â He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.
âNo. ÂżY a vos? ÂżGustas de Enzo?â You remained quiet, pretending you hadnât heard him.
You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.
âAdios, naco perdedorâ and just like that, you closed the door on his face.
You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.
âHolaâŠâ you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just⊠that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush⊠a simple mortal at the end.
âHiâŠâ you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel⊠like it was auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again. You decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.
He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his cute eyes.
âÂżCĂłmo estĂĄs?â He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.
âPues muy bien, gracias.â You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.
âÂżMe permites tus manos?â You ask him. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as he walked into the room.
âPerdĂłn si estoy frĂa.â You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.
âNo pasa nada, lindaâ he had to be joking. He couldnât call you âlindaâ just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.
So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin.
âOkay, I got it.â You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you werenât fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.
âÂżTe molesta si pongo mĂșsica?â You ask him, grabbing your phone.
âNo, para nada.â
âNomĂĄs no me vayas a juzgarâ you giggle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.
It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldnât risk the opportunity.
âJamĂĄs podrĂaâŠâ you only thank him before starting to play some music.
He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him⊠it only built more intrigue.
He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.
âÂżQuiĂ©n es ella?â He asks at the song.
âNelly Furtadoâ you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you.
Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision.
âÂżY esta?â You ask him when gorgeous started.
and God, that damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.
You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much
(I hate you so much)
You've ruined my life, by not being mine
You're so gorgeous
I canât say anything to your face
'Cause look at your face
And I'm so furious
At you for making me feel this way
That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.
And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasnât sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.
âÂżY esa quiĂ©n es?â He asked once again.
âEsa es Taylor Swiftâ
âNo la conozcoâ you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.
âÂĄEnzo, por Dios!. ÂżEn quĂ© mundo vives?â You found it very hard to believe he didnât know half of your musical taste.
âPues en UruguayâŠâ for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.
You're gorgeous
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad
Youâre so gorgeous
âÂżPor quĂ© nunca sales con nosotros?â He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.
âTĂș tampoco sales, prefieres quedarte en el cerroâ he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.
âHe salido dos veces con ellos. ÂżY vos? CeroâŠâ
âEstoy ocupada.â You simply reply.
âNo es cierto. Por ahĂ me dijeron que te la pasas viendo pelĂculas y escribiendo fanfictionâ you blush, but you keep working.
Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldnât even stay at a local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine.
âMaybe⊠¿pero a ti quĂ© si no voy?â You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.
âPues⊠porque te quiero verâ your hands start shaking.
âÂżA mĂ?â
âSi. A ti, lindaâ he senses how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.
âÂżPor quĂ© yo, Enzo?â He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.
âPorqueâŠâ slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.
The way he looks at you. It mustâve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.
âNo..â You brush away from him.
âSi⊠tal vez suene raro o no me creas⊠pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajas conmigoâŠâ you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.
âÂżY por quĂ© yo entre tantas diosas que estĂĄn a tus pies?â You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you⊠thatâs an answer.
He doesnât like the way you are being too negative. But you donât like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you donât feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress.
âFui al bar el sĂĄbado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reaccionesâ maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.
âNada de eso significĂł algoâ
âSi fue algo. Fue tu cuarteada en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mĂ. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigoâŠâ again, he remains quiet.
âThis is bullshit. Mira Enzo, he estado aquĂ desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te saliĂł el amor por mĂ hoyâ you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.
âMe has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocĂ. Pero tĂș no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra age gap, que podrĂa ser un problemaâ you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag.
âY eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. SĂ© que eres el amigo y novio perfecto. Pero mi intuiciĂłn me dice que me vas a lastimarâ he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does.
It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were the right burst of sunshine to lighten his weird mood swings.
But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.
âNo te vayas, por favorâ he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.
âYa acabamos, no te preocupes.â You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.
The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.
âŠ
You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.
You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasnât meant to happen. Because heâs older, heâs got more experience, he had a very extended long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.
Maybe it wasnât meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.
With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.
He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.
And maybe youâre just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.
Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, itâs Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.
You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.
Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.
You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. Itâs a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.
âamiguito, pero creĂ que querĂas tapas. Este es un restaurante veganoâ you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.
âAy pues para ser fitness un dĂa nada mĂĄs, chica. ÂżYa vas para allĂĄ?â You roll your eyes, not that you didnât like vegan food but you wanted tapas.
âSi, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadrasâ you send back, putting on your EarPods and route.
You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.
Until you arrive at the restaurant and you donât spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.
Itâs a cute place, and by the time you find a table, itâs already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.
When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.
He was wearing jeans, a random buttoned shirt and dark sunglasses.
Oh, fuck him. Of course he knew he looked gorgeous.
Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible.
Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.
âOye, Âżpor quĂ© carajo no has llegado? ÂżY por quĂ© Enzo Vogrincic estĂĄ viendo el menĂș ahora mismo?â You send and he starts writing.
âEs que Ă©l es veganoâŠâ he writes in text, which boils your blood.
âÂżY eso a mĂ quĂ© chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sĂĄcame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que veaâ you silently scream, lowering your voice.
âNo puedoâ thatâs it, youâre going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.
You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.
QuĂ© hijo de puta, y todavĂa te sonrĂe y todo.
âÂżY el Juani ya viene o no?â You ask, trying to sound confident.
âDe hecho no va a venirâ right, pinche Juani idiota, quĂ© gran amigo y todo.
âThatâs it. Iâm leaving!â You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, when Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.
âNo, vos te quedas. Mira, te traje estasâ he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.
âYo nunca le he dicho a Juani⊠ni a MatĂas cuĂĄles son mis flores favoritasâ you frown confused, grabbing them.
Theyâre beautiful.
âTuve que buscar por mi cuentaâ he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.
âÂżMe zorreraste mi Instagram?â Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.
You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.
âDejĂĄme explicar todoâŠâ slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.
But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.
âPues ya queâŠâ he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.
âVos sabes quiĂ©n te engañó. Le pedĂ que te hiciera venir a un lugar para encontrarmeâ your roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.
âYo querĂa tapasâ
âDale, ahorita te llevo por tapasâ Enzo says with a giggle. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.
âLamento no haberte dado señales desde el inicio. CreĂ que con hacerle plĂĄtica cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.â He confesses.
âCon todos sos un amor. Y conmigo⊠siempre seria y pues⊠lleguĂ© a pesar que no te agradabaâ you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.
âTodo lo contrarioâŠâ you admit.
âYa veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debĂa invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahĂ verteâ
âY ayer me atrevĂ. Pero temo que tu reacciĂłn no fue la que buscabaâ he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.
âTĂș declaraciĂłn tampoco fue lo que esperaba.â He nods, calming you.
âYa lo sĂ©, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar⊠como esteâ
âQuizĂĄâ you reason with him.
âIncluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. AsĂ que solo sos tĂș⊠nadie mĂĄsâ you nod, looking back at the tulips.
âEstĂĄn preciosas, graciasâ you say lifting the boquete. Enzo smiles. So you know itâs time, you sigh.
âYo tambiĂ©n lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenĂa derecho de ponerme celosa, ni nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, fluyaâŠâ you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.
âNo te voy a lastimar, nunca. DejĂĄme quererte, linda. Por favorâŠ.â he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.
âYo solo quiero sentir lealtad, confianza, pasiĂłn y seguridad. ÂżMe puedes dar eso?â
âTe voy a dar todo, pero mĂĄs lo que vos quieras. Y si lealtad, confianza, pasiĂłn y seguridad es lo que querĂ©sâŠ. AsĂ serĂĄ, lindaâ you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.
âEntonces todo bien, lindoâ he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.
He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and itâs your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.
âÂżSi vamos a ir por las tapas?â He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel whatâs coming.
âTe voy a besarâŠâ he warns before grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours.
âTe quieroâ he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.
âYo tambiĂ©n te quieroâ you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you donât feel wrong about it.
Now it feels perfect. Like destiny changed and finally it was meant to be.
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update junio 2024: JAJSJDJJDDJ QUĂ MAMADAS ESCRIBĂA EN ENERO. LOL, QUĂ MAL, ENZO AĂN TE QUIERO MUCHĂSIMOOOOđ©·
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Poor Soapâs got a lot of work cut out for him. Ghost is a mood tho HAHAHA
Go below the cut for my thoughts! ^^
Haha hey Iâm back from the pit. I bring Ghoap crumbs for todayâs meal.
Anyways, this comic absolutely kicked my ASS. Twelve and a half hours on the dot, holy crap. đ
Definitely not doing a full color comic for a while, I think that might actually kill me lmaooo. I have to admit tho, doing comics is pretty fun so I think Iâm gonna keep doing it. Just B&W with maybe the occasional colored panel, when Iâm feeling silly. Iâve got like two more ideas before I gotta brainstorm. Iâm not great with serious comics so most are probably gonna be silly lol.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!!! I spent wayyy too much long on this so, even tho itâs kinda selfish, I do hope this gets a decent amount of interaction. It rlly doesnât look like it but I put a lot into this. But either way, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy. ^^
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For some reason my comments don't come through on your posts, but I want to first say I absolutely love your writing and I'm so happy your requests are open!! đ„°đ So I've had this idea of a fluff mixed with spencer angst where reader is maybe interning at Diana's facility (not a dr yet, studying) and becomes close with Diana by reading, chatting, etc and Spencer over hears it from time to time and the dialogue between spencer and reader gets too close for Spencers comfort, but Diana wants her around more. Thank you again for your hard work okay bye!
A/N: I've never written a fic with Diana in it before, so this was a bit of a challenge for me, bit I enjoyed writing it a lot! Hopefully, this is somewhat like what you wanted!! â€ïž
Warnings: Spencer is a bit dense (real) and puts his foot in his mouth (metaphorically, of course).
Diana Reid's son was exactly the way she described him, down to the tiny curls at the base of his neck and the glimmer of intelligence in his eye.Â
After four weeks interning at the care facility while working on your medical degree, you'd spent a considerable amount of time with your favorite patient, and her stories about her son were legendary.Â
At first, you weren't sure whether to believe the woman when she said her son was a genius with an IQ of 187, three PhDs, and a job in the FBI. She wouldn't be the first schizophrenic patient to muddle up her facts, but she certainly was the sweetest.Â
So when you recalled your conversation with the head nurse later that day, she laughed and confirmed every story about Doctor Spencer Reid. Your mouth hung open in shock because surely nobody that incredible could just be out walking the streets.Â
Another month of conversations about the man, and you were half in love with him. He wrote his mother letters every day - hand wrote them, even - and she's shown you a few. He'd talked about his friends, his team, his jobs, and how he was saving lives. And when one of the latest ones dropped in the news that he'd be free for a visit soon, you found yourself overflowing with anticipation.Â
Of course, you felt like you already knew the man. You knew what his first words were, what his favorite toy was growing up, and even about the exploits of his first date, as pitiful as it was. What you didn't know was if Diana was passing along similar information about you.Â
The day Spencer Reid finally showed up, he took your breath away. You were mostly in awe of Diana's ability to describe her son perfectly, though you'd grown fond of her perfectly professional English Lecturer tone of speaking over the last few weeks. She was practically lyrical when talking her son into existence.Â
âHis hair curls beautifully. He's my little adonis. He keeps it too long though, I'm always telling him he needs to cut it because it hides too much of his face,â she'd told you one day before picking her book up and ignoring you for the next half hour.Â
âMy Spencer is delightfully tall. He's a little bit spindly like a spider. He's not the most grateful, that's for sure, we used to call him crash because he was always bumping into things. Poetic, right?âÂ
You knew from the second he walked through the door that this man was him.Â
Tall, slightly hunched, clutching his satchel strap in his hand, terrifyingly handsome and making your hand jump into your throat. Definitely him, and definitely a problem. You'd have to check the code of conduct about falling hopelessly for a patient's beautiful son.Â
If you had any doubts, this was Spencer in front of you though, when he bumped into a chair just as he was about to reach his mother, it was confirmed.Â
âDiana, I believe your Crash is here,â you smiled and giggled, watching her turn quickly to greet her son.Â
You, too, gave him a warm smile, but he seemed a little hesitant to return it, instead greeting his mother softly and sitting with her while you retreated slightly to give them some privacy.Â
You hovered in the space, as Diana had been talking about introducing the two of you all week, and you didn't want to distress her if she couldn't find you close by.Â
But though Spencer was closely attentive and soft with his mother, he took brief pauses to stare almost frustratedly at you. You weren't sure what it was, but something about you was setting Spencer on edge, and that in itself was unsettling you as well.Â
âOh, Spencer, you must meet our Y/N. Y/N, come here, this is my son, Spencer.â
Slightly more apprehensive now, you held out your hand to shake his, âI've heard so much about you it's nice to finally be seeing you in person, Doctor Reid.âÂ
He didn't shake your hand, though, but awkwardly waved it off quickly, leaving you to awkwardly replace it by your side.Â
âNice to meet you. Are you a new attendant? I asked all updates about my mother's companions to be confirmed and passed on to me, patient and carers included.âÂ
His tone was business-like and clipped, and you could see a gentle annoyance settling on his features.Â
âI'm sorry, Doctor Reid, I thought Diana would have told you in a letter, or the administration would've passed it on. I'm a medical student on an internship.â You felt like you'd been chastised by an irate parent though he'd at no point raised his voice or indicated in his words any sense of anger at all. His eyes burned across your skin, though, and you felt a flame heat your skin under the weight of his stare.Â
âYou're mother has told me a lot about you though, she reads me your letters sometimes, between our discussions of Marjorie Kempe.âÂ
âMy letters? Mom, we've talked about this. Those are private.â You looked at the quiet disappointment on Diana's face and felt protective over the woman all of a sudden.
âPlease, I'm sorry for overstepping, but your mother is just very proud of you. She talks about you a lot actually, and your job-âÂ
âWith all due respect, Y/N, the last time my mother talked to a new friend about me, he traveled to Virginia and shot one of my friends, so this really is a conversation I'd rather not be having.â
Your heart dropped into your stomach as he turned back to his mother and started talking to her gently again about personal security, effectively dismissing you from the conversation.Â
You'd had stupid hopes for Spencer Reid, and that's all they would ever be.Â
Reid talked on, and you left him alone with his mother, though she seemed distracted by your departure.Â
âSpencer, that wasn't nice. Look at that poor girl. She's close to tears.â
âWhat? Mom, are you even listening to me?âÂ
âNo, and I likely won't until you go and apologize to Y/N. She's a pretty girl, Spencer, and she was very excited to meet you.âÂ
âPrettyâŠ. Mom, please.âÂ
âWhat, do you disagree? You think I don't know you well enough to know when a girl would suit you well? Or do you think I'm blind to the fact that you were stealing glances at her before she introduced herself.âÂ
Spencer went quiet at having been caught, and he hated to accept that maybe his mother was right.Â
It was true as well that the care facility had informed him of medical interns coming and going in the next few months, and really, she wasn't to blame for his mother being fond of him.Â
He was glad, though, that neither of them had noticed the ten minutes he'd spent just outside the large sitting area watching them talk. He'd been obviously taken aback to see someone new so close to his mom and his mom similarly comfortable. He felt even worse for the fact that for a solid minute and a half, he'd stared at the girl with no other thought in his head than the sound of his heart skipping a questioning beat.Â
He'd pulled himself out of it eventually, but only when another nurse had come along to ask him if he'd actually be visiting his mother today or just dropping in to check on her.Â
And then he'd bumped into that infernal chair when he was so fixated on getting to them, and she'd opened her mouth and called him crash, and his heart had sank.Â
He reminded himself it was neither of their faults and inwardly cursed himself for being so unfriendly with someone who'd taken such good care of his mother recently.Â
He promised himself that he'd talk with his mom and then go and find the woman, and apologising for being such a brute.Â
âSpencer, are you listening to me, or are you busy daydreaming about my nurse?âÂ
âMom!âÂ
âYou're plain as day, kiddo, you'll never get anything past me. Now please, leave me be, I'm reading. Come back later if you must, but for now, take this to Y/N for me, please. She left it with me to read this morning, but I'm not in the mood for Medieval Romance right now.âÂ
It was a blatant lie, but a dismissal nonetheless, and Spencer quietly took his chance to search for you in the halls.Â
The head nurse humorously pointed him in the right direction without him asking, much to his annoyance, but he persisted and lightly tapped on your shoulder to greet you.Â
âOh, Doctor Reid, hello again.â You smiled a little smaller this time, still polite, but he watched the way it didn't reach your eyes and felt like a jackass all over again.Â
âMy mom told me to come return this book to you.â He held out the book, and you quietly took it, folding it into your arms and hugging it tightly against your chest as you both stood there silently after the exchange.Â
âI'm sorry, as well. I wasn't exactly very friendly back there, because-âÂ
âIt's okay, Doctor Reid, you really don't have to explain. I overstepped, it's my fault and it won't happen again.â
âAre you kidding? My mom hasn't looked that relaxed in years. Please keep overstepping.âÂ
Your smile widened slightly at the compliment, and Spencer's tongue kicked into hyper drive immediately at the sight, even as his brain powered off.Â
âYou're pretty,â he blurted out, stopping only as his brain caught up with his tongue before firing off again. âMy mom said you're pretty. I agree as well, though, you have a nice smile, and it's better when you don't force it. Not that I'm telling you how to smile, though. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but my mom made me come over here and talk to you, even though I'm pretty sure that's her book and not one you loaned her.âÂ
He took a moment to catch his breath as you blinked at him in confusion, heart beating rapidly even as you heard the blood rushing through your ears.Â
âIf you're free now, would you want to grab a coffee? Unless you have a boyfriend. Or husband. Or girlfriend or wife, I guess, I don't mean to presume. But if you're free, as in time, and free as in, like, relationship wise, I'd like to buy you a coffee to thank you for listening to my mom.âÂ
He finally stopped, and you stared wondrously at the reddened skin of his cheeks as he held his breath, waiting for your reply.Â
âYou want to take me out for coffee to thank me?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âAnd on a separate note, I'm pretty, and you want to know if I'm in a relationship?âÂ
âI'm sorry, you don't have to tell me, I'll just see myself out. It was a stupid idea anyway-âÂ
âNo, wait, Spencer! Let me⊠let me grab my coat. My lunch break is in half an hour, and I'm sure it'll be okay to take it early.â You held his arm for a second, stepping slightly too close for comfort before realising yourself and taking a tiny step back.
He stood and blinked in your direction, as though wondering seriously for a moment what your lunch break had to do with him.Â
âAre you going to stand there staring at me, or are we going to go out?âÂ
âYou're serious?âÂ
âI guessâŠ. I guess I am.â
âAnd you're⊠you're single.âÂ
Your mouth went dry as his skin finally completed its transformation from vampiric to tomato red. You desperately hoped your own embarrassment wasn't equally as readable on your face.Â
âQuite single. Medical students don't have that much time to date.â
âNeither do FBI agents.âÂ
âPerhaps a subject we could talk more about later?âÂ
âDefinitely.âÂ
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!Pupppy Leon S. Kennedy x Gender Neutral Reader!
Summery: Your poor pup was to scared to tell you that he's going into heat.
Authers note: I don't know what this is, I wrote half of it while I was drunk and the rest I wrote in the span of a month so the first part of the story is a bit messy, but I promise it gets better. !Disclaimer: by puppy Leon I mean a hybrid, I do not support zoophilia!
!Warnings!: Nsfw themes, "Reader" can be all genders.
(Words: 4,405)
(sorry if it's cringe đ)
The summer had ended, well at least the vacation. it was the most awesome vacation of Leonâs life! You were home every single day, he went where you went day in and day out. To the park, lake, and forest, but also at home. He got all the attention. But now you had to leave for work again for 5 days a week from 9 to 5 and he was stuck at home, waiting for his precious owner to come back.
He spent most of his time just lying down in spaces where your scent was strongest, couch, bedroom, those spots. Usually, heâd stay on the couch sleeping or thinking about you, how you would greet him with a smile when you came back, how you would pet that special spot between his ears, his tail already started wiggling at the thought of it.Â
Fuck, this was too hard. He looked at the clock; only 3 more hours, but for him it felt like years, mostly because he couldnât sleep anymore, and because he really had to go out for a walk.Â
He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to see if you had accidentally left any food for him to grab, but unfortunately nothing, he could try to stand up and grab something from inside the cabinets, but then he would feel bad for disobeying you, then he wouldnât be a good boy.
Ever since the summer vacation, he felt the need to be around you so much stronger, he felt the need to be with you at all times, to receive praise, to be held, to be cradled, and most importantly to please you.Â
His ears perked up, suddenly feeling something in his stomach, it was weird, he went over to your bedroom your scent only growing stronger just like the feeling on his stomach. When you first adopted him you didnât let him into your bedroom at all hoping to make a clear line between owner and pet but along the summer that line started to fade. The few nights he would spend the night curled up against you on your bed were the best.
He felt incredibly proud even thinking back to one of those nights, just sleeping next to you, your fingers going through his hair until he fell asleep.Â
A huff grasped through his nose whiffing up your scent, his nose going up in the air. A small shiver went down his spine as he continued sniffing, trying to pinpoint the strongest scent, it was a whole different scent that he smelled, it reminded him of sweat but different much nicer, much more attractive, like it was pulling him towards itself.Â
He followed his nose eagerly, coming to the bathroom connected to your room, he stopped in his tracks. Heâs never been in your bathroom. He stared at the scary door gulping, he still had plenty of time before you would arrive home, but he already felt bad contemplating breaking your rules, well you never specifically said he couldnât go in there⊠the times he tried, you had told him to wait outside or wait in the living room because you were having âalone timeâ whatever that meant.Â
But now he was alone, he took one glance behind him, checking if you hadnât suddenly come back. Luckily you didnât, so he went in gently opening the door. It was just a regular bathroom, shower, toilet, sink with a mirror, so where did the scent come from?
Leonâs eyes scanned the room until he spotted the hamper, placed in the corner. He quickly hopped his way over, looking to claim his price. He stuck his nose in the pile of clothes in the hamper, all yours and a few of his garments.Â
He never used to wear clothes, it wasnât normal for hybrids to do, but since he was more on the human side -the only dog thing about him being his tail, ears, and senses, having human parts, and being able to do human things, he could walk and talk but it was just a harder to do so, he preferred not to but ever since he got off the streets, and adopted you learned him to do so,  also made him wear clothes. He still preferred to be shirtless so he would crawl his way out of them every chance he got.-
anywayyyy back to the story.
His hands mixed in throwing things away until he found the source, one pair of underwear more specifically your underwear. He happily took it in his mouth without a single thought. Proud to have found what he was searching for he went back to his crate, taking the used garment in his hands as he laid on his soft mat sniffing it until he dared to lick. An intense feeling sent shocks through his body, he felt something beneath him twitch. He didnât register what happened. A breathy huff escaped his lips, but it sounded more like a whine. Hot flashed his face, taking another lick just to test if it would happen again, it did.Â
His belly tingled a small sense of excitement filled his mind, he continued to lap only making the ominous feeling between his legs grow nose buried in the piece of clothing, curled up in his bench.Â
He didnât even realize he had fallen asleep when you came back, he excitedly sprung up, tail wagging behind as you turned the key into the lock greeted by Leonâs big blues you closed the door behind you before getting down to pet him, he eagerly leaned in your touch small puffs leaving his nose as you pet his head to the place between his ears back to under his soft jawline.Â
âI missed you so much!â Leon excitedly told you almost panting.Â
He looked so excited you felt bad stopping now, you walked over to the couch, Leon almost blocking your way by circling around your legs. âCome here,â you giggled as you invited Leon to the space next to you on the couch. You didnât have to tell him twice, he immediately jumped to the spot landing half on you in an over-enthusiastic way, he pushed one hand on your thigh encouraging you to continue petting him, which you gladly did.
âI was sooo lonely, I missed you so much, itâs so boring without you! Iâm so so happy youâre back!â Leon rapidly bladdered making you chuckle a bit, he was always so energetic which could be tiring but you didnât mind right now, it was actually kind of nice to have someone who was always excited to see you.Â
Minutes passed, and he was still pressed against you talking your ear off with things he had thought of today, your petting eventually slowed into soft strokes, Leonâs tail slowed down as he ran out of things to say a big content smile on his face his ears were back eyes closed almost purring into your touch. So relaxed.Â
It was all your normal routine until you spotted something particular, your underwear, in Leonâs crate. Your brows furrowed looking back to the innocent puppy next to you. After a bit of thinking and mostly contemplating what to do about it you got up from the soft cushions. Leon perked up confused at the loss of touch. He saw you walk over to his crate crouching down to examine your piece of clothing like it was a crime scene.Â
âLeon? Whatâs this?â you asked looking over your shoulders to meet his worried eyes. He knew that look, and immediately he was stressed, Oh no did he do something bad? He really didnât want to be a bad boy! What did he do?!
Leon tilted his head in shame not wanting to respond. Not knowing what to say, scared he would make it worse.
âCome over here,â you ordered, your voice rather sweet than commanding, hoping to not worsen Leonâs nervousness any further He hopped off the couch and did a small walk of shame to the crate, tail tucked between his legs, next to where you were crouched he sat down, trying to prove that he was still a good boy.Â
âWell?â you started to get impatient. The scared dog avoided your eyes, going back to the now wet underwear. âI-⊠I just missed your scentâŠâ Leon pleaded, looking up to you trying to win you over with his sad puppy eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking of a way to teach your pup that this wasnât okay, but you just couldnât find it in you to punish him, until he spoke up again.Â
âI just- it tasted soâŠgoodâ Leon explained further as if it would help him, it didnât, in fact, it did the opposite.
The gears inside of your head finally spun. Your scent, he wanted all your attention, the way he pawed at you all the time, this wasnât a pet owner situation, he was attracted to you.Â
You gulped deeply staring into Leonâs eyes, nothing but innocence and worry, the poor thing probably didnât even know what he was feeling. Your lips pressed together into a thin line, you needed to stop this before it got out of hand even when you felt bad doing it.Â
You picked your undies up, moving to stand up. Leon stayed down his eyes following your every move. âLeon,â you started putting away your feelings, you needed to set boundaries, you needed to be responsible here. âYou canât pick up my clothes, those are mine, not yours.â He looked down at his hands, anxiety spreading over his face, but you werenât done yet he needed to learn there were consequences to his actions.
âI also do not want you to go into my room or the bathroom while Iâm not home.â He absently nodded seeming like he was at the brink of tears for being called out alone. âNow I know you hate this, but you need to learn that thereâs consequences to your actions.â His head shot up, panic in his eyes as you strictly pierced his eyes with yours. âno-no-please,-Iâll be good-Iâll never do it again-please,â he tried but you didnât budge you stood your ground while pointing at his cage, Leon already knew what was coming to a terrified look on his face -god he is so dramatic- as you pointed to his crate.Â
âNo-no-no!âHe franticly shook his head. âplease, I donât wanna go!â He pawed at your ankles pleading. You stood your ground. âLeon,â you warned, he knew he was only making it worse by begging but he really, really didnât want to go on the crate. âPlease-Iâm sorry- Iâm really-sorry- please!â He looked at you from where he was sitting his bottom lip trembling as he felt his eyes start to water.
âIâm not going in! I canât- you canât make me!â He raised his voice, which made you glare down at him. Immediately his ears went down as he felt himself cripple under your glare.Â
âBad. Boy. Go in your cage.â Tears started to fall you felt guilty for hurting your precious pup, especially about making him cry, but you didnât let it show, you stayed cold and emotionless. He let out a small whimper as he obliged, unable to deny your order, he looked back almost betrayed, like he hadnât had this coming.Â
âItâs just for the night,â you said as you closed the bench trapping Leon in the iron bars, a soft mat, and a blanket on the ground (because you are not a monster) his fingers clamped around the bars. You left, you had eaten out, so you didnât have any more business in the living room. You made your way back to your bedroom, throwing the clothes Leon had spread across the bathroom back into the hamper, throwing away your underwear later.Â
So there he was, he had been so excited to be around you all day, and he actually could do that right now, be curled up against you snuggling but no, instead he was trapped in this cage, this prison the restraint that kept him from going to you. He sighed feeling betrayed in some way. He didnât understand what he had done wrong, of course, he knew that picking your clothes was wrong, but getting punished for it, thatâs a bit too much.
You never punished Leon ever, so this was really strange. Leon was confused but mostly felt bad, so very bad for making you disappointed in him. He curled up on the crate hugging the blanket in sorrow pretending that it was you as the last lights went out.Â
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The morning came agonizingly slow for Leon, the lack of sleep making him hump up as you entered the room, he sat up tail already swooshing side to side regardless of his exhaustion. You walked in your pajamas to his bench Leonâs fingers grasping the metal begging for his release.Â
You kneeled down to his level, right in front of him. âAre you going to be a good boy?â you asked tilting your head in a questioning way, he nodded as fast as possible. âTalk,â you demanded. âYes, yes Iâll be good,â he begged, half shaking the bars, you complied unlocking his âprisonâ.Â
He almost jumped onto you making you sit back down on the ground. âIâm so sorry- it will never happen again, I promise, I promise,â he repeated over and over again as he tried to get you to hug him, you let out a breath chuckle and complied, âItâs okay sweetheart.â You pet his head to which he smiled even more leaning in your touch as he always did.Â
And there it was again, that funny feeling in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just hunger, but the more you pet him the more he wanted to stay closer to you, press against you. The arousal pooling in his stomach stayed even when you pulled away, even when you fed him, even when you went out for a walk, and even when you left for work again.Â
Leon was left alone with that unfamiliar feeling in his stomach leaving him to do the figuring out, Leon lay on his signature place on the couch. You had bought him a book for him to read. A simple book, just to help Leon fit in with the human side of him, also forcing him to walk upright on his feet when in public, he found it hard and tiring but he wasnât about to disappoint you, not after he already did.Â
So maybe that was why he was picking up the book, and starting to try and read it. It was easy enough. As time passed the feeling in his stomach tightened, like his organs were tormenting him. It wasnât necessarily unpleasant, more like a neediness for something, only he didnât know what.Â
It came to the point where he couldnât focus on the words anymore, his problem shadowed all his thoughts and made sure it was impossible for the poor pup to think straight. The only thing he noticed was that his pants felt small, smaller than usual, even when he had gotten used to them by now, they suddenly felt too small.
Leon frowned putting the book down to finally try and do something about his problem, he looked down to check if he could see anything from the outside. His face lit up as if he had just opened the previously used oven, and slapped the heat in his face, down his body making his skin tingle.
His hands followed the skin of his stomach expecting to find some kind of bruise or lump, but nothing only hot skin. His hand found its way to his pants to see if he could feel anything there. He let out an embarrassingly loud whine as he felt the bulge tenting his pants. His eyes dared to look down, only gasping at the sight, his hands werenât betraying him, there really was a huge bulge.Â
Contemplating what to do he experimentally cupped it with his hand through his pants, a whine even louder ran over his tongue, so hard that he swore he could hear it echoing through the walls.
But it felt good, it felt sensitive, but in a good way, in a very very good way, he has to feel it again. He slightly squeezed the bulge making his stomach turn in a way that felt so satisfying he couldnât help but double over.Â
Leon could feel his body trembling not used to these sensations at all, but he couldnât stop, he started to create a small friction for himself, trying to satisfy this overwhelming need he suddenly felt.Â
His hips involuntarily jerked up in his hand making his crotch throb as a whine left his mouth, his eyes closing in concentration trying to find whatever he needed, but it was hard to think, he felt so powerless, so desperate for something, but what was that something?Â
Leonâs hand slightly sped up making him pant. His whole body felt on fire, so hot, he felt the need to take his suffocating clothes off but was too overwhelmed to do so.Â
He kept going his legs trembling hands shaking sweat making everything stick together, but it still wasnât enough, Leon didnât understand, he never felt this, and frankly, he didnât understand one bit of it.Â
Eventually, his member felt like it was going numb. Leon desperately kept going even when it was starting to hurt, but to no avail, it just wasnât enough. His hand stopped and so did the friction, his thoughts coming back to him together with a worried feeling, what even was that? What happened? He was left feeling guilty somehow like he did something shameful even when it felt so good. Was it bad? Was Leon doing something bad?Â
He started to feel stressed, it feels bad now⊠and he really didnât want to disobey you again especially when he was already put in the crate yesterday. Just then the lock turned, Leonâs ears perked up he hadnât even smelled you, his arousal taking up all the scent in the room.Â
Leon quickly jumped off the couch tail turning into a blur by how hard it was wagging. He was more excited than ever to see you. He whined a bit as he struggled to walk over to the door, the now painful bulge rubbing against his pants, he needed to get them off but that was not the priority right now. The priority was you.
You opened your front door, Leonâs face immediately greeting you, you always loved to come home to him, and his sweet smile, it grew only brighter as he saw you. (2 meninges đ§đ)Â
âHi! howâs your day?â Leon immediately spoke as you walked in hanging your coat up and sighing not noticing Leonâs state.
âIt was fineâ you shrugged putting away your shoes and patting Leonâs head. âHow about you, have you been a good boy?â You said grinning as Leon grew red. âMhm, Iâve been good all day,â Leon answered only it was a lie, a lie because he wasnât a good boy. He did something new and it felt bad so so bad and he was scared to tell you. What if youâll put him in his cage again? Heâd rather lie than be imprisoned again.Â
You walked over to the kitchen picking out food from the cabinets. âYeah? What you do all day pup?â Leon followed you into the kitchen looking at the ingredients you put on the marble countertop.Â
Leon thought his tail still rapidly swinging behind him. âI read like you told me to.â Leon smiled sheepishly at you ignoring the pain he was feeling downstairs. He could ignore it, he would ignore it for you.Â
But eventually, you break, eventually, you burst, as any normal person does. A pup canât hold something that big from you, and hide his painâŠ
His breaking point came at midnight.Â
He was happily cuddled by you, he adored being small spoon. Until he woke up, drenched in sweat, panting, every piece of skin sticking to something. Leon groaned the world coming to him as he awoke his eyes and mouth dry. Waves of pain hit him from his crotch through his legs, a small whine escaped as he looked down, it was still the same, it was a wonder you hadnât noticed yet.Â
Leonâs whole body was in a state of fight or flight his senses heightened. He couldnât take this anymore. He whined again as he stood up, legs trembling under his weight as he made it to the bathroom. He felt like throwing up. He struggled to grab a hold of the sink hoping for some stability but the cold on his sweaty hand only made him hiss.Â
He was hot and cold at the same time, was it some kind of fiver? No this was different much different. Another wave of heat surged through Leonâs body his face red his lungs having trouble keeping up with his heavy breathing. He couldnât look at himself in the mirror, his eyes caught glimpses down his body but none registered. With whines still leaving him he clawed at his clothes trying to wiggle his way out of them. The pants dropped to the tiles and so did his shirt everything was off but still he was as hot as one can be.
It was all too much and what was worse was that he didnât even know what was going on. At this point Leon didnât care if he got sent to his cage he just wanted the pain to stop nothing else mattered.Â
He shook as he stumbled back into the bedroom. âLeon?â You asked just woken up as well, squinting your eyes to make out your pupâs features. His breath and his whimpers together with Leon not responding got you worried. âLeon, are you okay?â
âPlease,â he whined collapsing next to you on the bed. âPlease what? Whatâs going on?â Your voice continued to grow more and more worried. You turned and switched the light on, and there he was in full light his chest heaving up and down sweat dripping down his face, his ears flat on his head. His eyes closed tight his eyebrow furrowing into a painful look.Â
With one glance down everything became clear. âOh, baby,â you muttered softly. He was going in heat. âWhatâs wrong with me?â Leon choked out. âNothing sweetheart, nothing at all,â you reassured brushing strands of hair that stuck to his face away.Â
âIâm going to help you okay?â Leon nodded frantically in response tears brimming his eyes as tears slowly fell down his face, landing on the pillow, your sweet pup, he must be in so much pain for so long, poor thing was suffering in silence all this time and you hardly noticed.Â
He was squirming waiting for you to do something, to do anything, anything to make the pounding in his head go away. His consciousness almost faded when you scratched behind his ears making his tail wag despite the pain he was in. It thumps against the white covers beneath him with it forming a small smile on your face.
âYouâll be fine sweetheart, Iâll take care of you,â you cooed softly multitasking as you moved your hand down his sticky body going gently over all his shapes and moles, going over the small trail of hair leading to the source of his problem. His hips jerked up a few times as you did.Â
His cute little cock stood high and proud, pearly beads leaping down his length it was a beautiful sight. Under normal circumstances, you wouldâve admired your pet for hours like this but this was a case with urgency and there was no time to spare.
Leonâs eyes shot open when you wrapped your hand around his base, a hand flying up to your shirt to take a handful of the soft fabric. âWh-what?â He looked up at you with big eyes then back to the scene, blinking. Before he could do or say anything else you stroked up and down again. Leon quickly deflated, eyes rolling back as his head fell back into the pillow. Whines and whimpers fell from his mouth as you continued.
You started off slow so he could catch up with you twisting your wrists a few times and pulling utteral moans of pleasure from him. His plump lips kept parted eyes half-lidded going down and up with the movement of your hand and then to your own eyes. He strictly held on to your shirt as if his life depended on it his grip only growing stronger with every stroke of your hand.Â
âHmm-sâgood-please-nhgh,â incoherent mumbles escaped his lips it was adorable. His pitch went up only higher and higher to a point that you almost couldnât recognize the vulnerable voice of your pup.Â
You sped up, his hips struggling to keep up with your pace, his eyelids scrunched together, you grabbed the hand holding your shirt and wrapped it in yours intertwining your hands while the other was cramping on Leonâs puppy dick. His tail was rapidly moving the sheets his ears perked up straight into the air.Â
âAh-wait-!â You didnât react or wait instead you did the opposite only going faster. Leon let out a gut-wrenching moan his voice cracking into a whimper multiple times as he came white sputtered all over his stomach, continuing to drip down the white sheets as more continued to flow and coat your hand with sticky white ropes.
You slowly stopped, leaving his cock flat, Leon hesitantly opened one eye before the other a sit he was scared but he only saw your sweet smile. Before he could open his other eye you had your clean hand which was previously holding his, in Leonâs hair. âGood job Leonâ you comfort his ears immediately twitching as you did.Â
A cheeky smile was returned his cute bright eyes staring at you with excitement. âI did good?â He sat up slightly, the bed dipping in weight as he did. âYeah, you did amazing sweetheart.â You cupped his cheek he sighed and closed his eyes, his body turning soft in your touch.Â
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