#spoon x reader

[the-ravenist]

ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING!

YES YES YES!

I had made an Arthur "Spoon" Spindell x Black!Fem!Reader

hehehehehehehe!

AHEM!

my bad but I'm writing a spoon x reader it'll be out soon...

stay tuned

[allywthsr]

LITTLE SPOON | (l.norris)

summary: Lando’s never been the little spoon before

wordcount: 1.3k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: it’s rather short, but I didn’t know what else to write

You’ve been dating Lando for a little over three months, in these months you‘ve tried to see Lando as often as possible, which was a bit tricky sometimes with his crazy schedule, but you still made it work.

Today wasn’t a day made for Lando, when he woke up this morning, it was raining and he noticed that he forgot to charge his phone and he didn’t have the time to charge it, his portable charger was also running low on battery, so he had to fly to England with only twelve percent. When he was at the MTC, he sat in the simulator and didn’t get the results he wanted, and Oscar was quicker in almost every sector. And in the cafeteria, they only had foods involved with fish, and the only thing that wasn’t near a fish, didn’t taste good. That almost ruined his day, the cherry on top was when he was on his way to you and stopped for a small grocery run, he got crowded by his fans outside, someone must’ve posted that he was in a Tesco in London. After taking pictures with almost everyone, he looked at his phone and saw about ten missed calls and at least twenty messages from you, asking where he was and if he could bring some extra apples. With a groan, he went back inside and prayed that no one else was waiting for him, and luckily there were only about ten people this time, he quickly said hello to everyone and hopped back into his car, which was also running low on fuel and he had to get gas, taking him even longer to be in your arms.

The last thing that almost made him cry, was when he went up the stairs to your apartment and with the heavy bags in his hands, he didn’t see a step and tripped, luckily he didn’t get seriously hurt, but the groceries were now all over the floor and his knee was hurting from the fall. After collecting it and putting it back into the bags, he had enough. Enough of this stupid day. He rang your doorbell and stomped passed you directly to the kitchen where he unloaded the food, with a surprised look you followed him.

“Hello to you too, my darling.”

“Sorry, bad day.”

And with that, he turned to you and fell into your arms, you caressed his back and kissed his neck and cheek repeatedly, wanting to comfort him.

“What happened?”

“It all started this morning with me forgetting to charge my phone, being shit in the simulator, bad food, and don’t get me started on the huge crowd that stood outside of Tesco, I also fell up your stairs.”

You immediately pouted and pushed him away to look at him, “My angel, is there anything I can do?”

“Make me food and cuddle”, Lando said after a while of thinking.

You nodded and kissed his lips with a smile, you knew he needed to be babied now, you sent him to the couch where he put on his favorite show, while you made dinner. You didn’t waste too much time preparing a fancy dinner, some pasta, and a sauce, but you knew that was his comfort food, your pasta.

Normally you sat down at the dinner table to eat, but you figured he needed his comfort show and the couch tonight, the day clearly wasn’t nice to your boy, so you could be to him.

With two plates in your hands, you made your way to him, he was lying on the couch with a small pout while checking his phone every now and then.

“I‘m finished with dinner, can you sit up so you can eat?”

He nodded and scooched a little to the right, so you could sit next to him and share the coffee table, you placed the plates on said table and sat down. You kissed his shoulder, “Enjoy your meal, Lan, after that, we can cuddle or whatever you’d like.”

“I‘d like that, thank you for making dinner, I wanted to help you.”

“Don’t worry, we all have bad days sometimes.”

You both started eating and silently watched the show Lando put on, you let him be in his head and think about the day he had. Lando and you quickly finished your meal and he immediately leaned back against the soft cushions, you knew he wouldn’t be doing anything today.

“Can I put the dishes in the dishwasher quickly or do we want to cuddle now?”

“If you hurry with the dishes?”

“Always.”

So you quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed a kinder chocolate bar that you could give to Lando, maybe that would cheer him up a little, you always kept a small stack of these in case that Lando gets a sweet tooth and needed chocolate.

When Lando saw you coming back, he laid down and opened his arms, for you to lay in.

“Don’t you wanna be the small spoon today? I want to comfort you.”

“Nah, I‘ve never been the little spoon, I get comforted when I hold you in my arms.”

“You’re a walking cheeseball, aren’t you? I brought you a kinder chocolate bar.”

He quietly mumbled a ‘Thank you’ and already opened the package of the small chocolate before you could lie down.

You moved in front of him and he closed his arms around you and snuggled with his face in your neck, inhaling your scent he loved so much. Your hands found their way to his‘ and you caressed his knuckles and played with his long fingers, both of you were silent and enjoyed the peace that lingered in the living room. You knew Lando was exhausted so it was no wonder that he fell asleep pretty quickly.

You hated to wake him up, but you knew if he would sleep on the couch he would have back pain tomorrow, so you carefully turned around in his embrace and kissed his chin. Slowly caressing his cheeks and repeatedly kissing his face, everywhere where you could reach him. Slowly he opened his eyes and groaned, he needed his sleep and hated getting disturbed.

“Should we move this to the bedroom? You‘ll be more comfortable there.”

Lando nodded against your neck in which he had put his head after opening his eyes. You got up and pulled on his hand, he got up after looking at you with a pout and you walked into the bathroom where you two did your little night routine. When you went into the bedroom, Lando laid down on his side and opened his arms again, waiting for you to slip in.

“What if I‘m the big spoon tonight, you’re still not feeling too good, and it can be very comforting.“

“I don’t know Y/N, I‘ve never been the little spoon, I want to protect you and hold you close.”

“I‘m still close to you when I cuddle you, come on, let’s try it out, we can switch back if you don’t like it.”

“You won’t give up, will you?”

You shook your head and he scooched a little more to your side, you laid down and wrapped your arms around his body, caressing his tummy, you also slipped a leg between his. It felt good having him in your arms and cuddling like that.

After a few minutes you felt him moving, “And? What do you think?”

“It’s the best fucking thing ever, you’re never gonna be the little spoon ever again, only if you have a bad day, baby.”

taglist: @millinorrizz @jamieeboulos @loxbbg @noneofyourfbusinessworld @myownwritings

[tthoroughfare]

thinking about abby dealing w her nightmares and goddd i just wanna take care of her

it would be a regular occurance of her waking up in the middle of the night, taking in a sharp, involuntary gasp. she always tried to calm her breathing right away, immediately aware of your presence next to her. back in the real world, the only problem to deal with in the moment not wanting to disturb you.

sometimes, you'd stir a little in your sleep at the movement, then settle again. sometimes, it would wake you up.

she always felt awful when it did, apologizing profusely as you asked her if she was alright. voice tinged with tiredness, urging, "it's okay. just a dream."

"i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to wake you. i'm sorry."

you'd just nestle further into her side, dusting a few kisses to her cheek. your eyes would crack open, taking in her profile as she stared upwards, jaw set and brow slightly furrowed.

you'd reach out, running your fingertips over her cheeks, her forehead, before gently pressing them into her brow. "relax your face."

she'd blow air out of her nose as she did as she was told, bringing a hand up to cup your wrist.

then, you'd move to her eyelids, ring and index lightly swiping downwards. "close your eyes."

yours were already shut by this point; you were exhausted, but you didn't mind. "are they closed?"

"yeah."

"m'kay. now think about something good. something happy."

she'd hum in reply, taking a deep breath and turning onto her side away from you, allowing you to wrap your arms around her. you'd always languidly run your hand over her side before giving her forearm a squeeze, tangling your fingers through hers.

the hours after that had a tendency to be the best rest she got. although she hated waking you up in the middle of the night, she liked when you looked after her.

and when you told her to think of something good, it was always you.

[gale-force-storm]

Headcanon time!

Gale secretly loves being the little spoon. He loves cuddling in general, and he'd never request this specifically, but when you curl up behind him and wrap your arms around him he just melts

His experiences with cuddling with a partner are... minimal at best, and he's never just been held like that before. Curled up in the comforting curve of your body, holding the hand of the arm that's draped over his waist, you nuzzling into his shoulder or hair and just holding him, it's almost overwhelming

It takes him a few times to get comfortable with it. He should be the one holding you, shouldn't he? Or he should be facing you, so he can rub your back, or kiss you, or run his fingers through your hair or, or, or... But once it starts to sink in that you like doing this? That you like holding him close like this, warm and comforting and intimate and safe? It's secretly one of his favorite things

[theloveinc]

Togame Jo’s greeting kisses to you are always way too long.

The kind of affection that’s usually savored in private, instead displayed wherever, whenever, and every single time you see each other—he always takes two to three minutes just to kiss you hello, abandoning the task at hand (dozing off, attending to Choji, managing the Shishitoren) to mosey your way and pull your lips to his in something just a little too sloppy to be sweet, but a little too sweet to be… too distasteful.

Everyone’s used to it by now, even Sakura, knowing that when you arrive, there’s always a going to be a pause in action just for the sappy display of Togame drooping over you and announcing you to the crowd physically.

(What’s not readily exposed, however, and especially not in a room full of men, is that it’s not just a kiss Togame’s giving you, not just a hello that he hides behind his long bangs and your cheeks between his warm hands, but the kindest stare and sweetest little whisper, “missed you, baby,” as he wraps you up in his arms.)

[ardensregias]

okay but big spoon aventurine? him just staring at your back—unaware of the admiration pouring from his eyes (and the tears, because he can't believe that he got so lucky to have you).

his fingers combing your hair to soothe you, making sure that no bad dreams come to haunt you—if they do, he'll hold you tightly no matter how hard you're thrashing and kicking, he would even try to whispers a few words to reassure you (even if he's not good at it—for you, he'll try) until you calm down.

[yayll]

15!Dazai gives me cute aggression 😔😔 i wanna give him kisses and hug him allll the time and watch as his brain just blue screens because he isn’t to affectionate like that or the fact anyone wants to give him affection lime that anyway 💔

this is sooooooo true anon and you SHOULD say it

here at yayll we like to recognize the touch starved wet cat this man is and 15!Dazai not only is that but when faced with genuine affection has no other concept of what to do with it than to mimic it back to you in odd ways should he ever feel the same way. and if he does? it's over for you.

you gave him an unexpected hug? he'll try and give you one back, only for it to be unreasonablly tight and awkward, almost like he's trying to strangle you (he isn't, but he is.)

one day you patted him on the shoulder and he never felt such sweet validation that went beyond verbal acknowledgement... so to show you his appreciation, he patted you as well! on your head... like a dog...

my fav is when you both are clearly aware of each other's feelings and are a thing because then it turns up his cute aggression by a LOT. after that he just does things. he rolls his eyes and huffs like he's soooo annoyed and self sufficient but is secretly smiling to himself (he's so dramatic and needy) he also touches and overall invades your personal space WAYYY more now. it's still awkward and oddly interpreted! but it has purpose, it has heart, and it also has you wondering how could Dazai POSSIBLY get worse than what he already was?

"Okay, I really have to go and report now! I'll get chewed out if I miss another meeting."

he just tightens his grip on your wrist and swings it around like you're both skipping across a field and totally not at mafia headquarters. He smirks as he dismissively croons.

"... Awww, look who's so punctual. I'm an executive, they'll be fine with it. Besides! the timer's not up yet."

(yes he has a timer that you force him to set up when you both cuddle otherwise he will NOT let you go the entire day. BOUNDARIES OR WHATEVER.)

"Er, actually the timer went off 5 minutes ago... you just snoozed it."

He glares at you, and shrugs.

"Oh, that timer? I thought you meant the other one."

"What other one, Osamu?"

"Did you just say my name? Ugh, that's so formal and so uncalled for. I'm adding 5 more minutes to the timer~"

he's secretly blushing so hard every time you address him so casually and directly, he'll think abt it alllll day and night.

it seems you truly created a monster, or maybe you created a safe space for him to be one. either way, he's yours! <3

[shokosmokes]

chat why is there not more geto fluff like the heavy smut and countless angst pieces are great and all but i need a slow burn mutual pining piece where reader eats cheesecake with the man

[lycheeloving]

tiny little fic elaborating on one of my Batman headcanons from my yandere Justice League AU, but you don't necessarily have to read those first, it makes sense all by itself imo. This is him taking care of you after having branded you basically. Warnings for the aftermath of a branding obviously + general yandere stuff.

"Go away."

Bruce, of course, doesn't listen, and shuts the door behind him with a click. "I know you're mad at me, but I brought you more painkillers, and I need to reapply the salve."

That does sound good, but unfortunately you're stubborn. And you hate him. "I don't care. Don't touch me. Go away," you mumble into your pillow from your place on the bed, then think for a second: "...but leave the painkillers."

"Me applying the salve is not up for debate. I don't want it to get infected, and you can't reach the wound by yourself, so I have to do it." He doesn't waste any time and straddles your lower back. Seriously? Couldn't he just have sat next to you? It's bad enough that you can't wear a shirt around him right now, and he has to sit on top of you? He must know what you're thinking, as you can't say anything about it before he states: "The angle is better from here." Yeah sure, it has nothing to do with the added body contact, or that he likes having you beneath him. You roll your eyes and don't say anything, waiting for him to get on with it.

You hear him open the jar of salve, its medicinal smell making its way to your nose, before he gently takes off your old bandages and starts rubbing it in. You flinch, his touch intensifying the burn. Why didn't he give you the painkillers before he started?

"You're healing nicely so far, it's going to be a beautiful scar." He says while spreading the salve evenly across your wound. Fucker. It's going to be beautiful? "Beautiful? You asshole, I'm going to have your fucking bat symbol on my back for the rest of my life! Of course you'd think it's beautiful, you wouldn't have done it otherwise." You scoff. Usually you wouldn't dare talk to him like this, but you feel like you've earned it after what he's done.

At your words his hands stop moving and he starts applying a bit more pressure on your wound. A warning. "Don't talk to me like that."

"I'll talk to you however I want until that thing on my back heals. You said it wasn't a punishment, meaning you broke one of your own rules when you hurt me. I'm allowed to say and do whatever the fuck I want until this is over." You should be allowed to do that all the time, but it's best not to push it.

Bruce grunts in response. "I'll let it slide for now. But don't get used to it." He finishes applying the salve and puts on clean bandages, but doesn't move to get off of you until you turn around to look at him and pointedly clear your throat. Unfortunately he doesn't give you any space, instead lying down next to you and putting his arm around you, carefully avoiding the burn.

"I'll give you the painkillers now, but then you should get some rest. Your body could use the extra sleep." You glare at him. "Oh yeah? I wonder whose fault that is." He doesn't react, instead holding the painkillers up to your mouth so you can finally take them. "I was thinking we could get your favorite food when you wake up again, and maybe watch a movie. What do you think?"

You only hum in response, your eyes falling shut as the painkillers kick in, making you sleepy. You subconsciously lean into the warmth that's radiating from Bruce before you drift off.

[drluvsick]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍! — 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

rengoku’s tall. you’re short(er). in the end, you want to be the big spoon for once. 📝 gn! reader. saw this and was like: if i don’t write this for one character i am never EVER going to be able to live properly for the rest of my life; so here we are :]

word count : 100+ (this is basically just a drabble)

kyojuro thinks you’re adorable. maybe too adorable for him.

because every time you want something, he can’t resist. you’ve got him locked in a chokehold and he loves it. well, he loves pleasing you.

so obviously, when you ask to switch positions when going to bed, who is he to decline that?

so that’s how he’s here. feeling you around him as he gently holds your hands, tracing small lines and letting you kiss his skin— or whatever part of that you could reach.

you’d trace his muscles near his stomach, earning a chuckle along with a “hey, that tickles!—” before he’d take your hand back and bring it to his lips.

you could bury your head in his hair or back, either way heating up your face from his insane body heat. he’d smile warmly at the action.

this was nice, sweet in a different way than how you two usually cuddled. he was content, tiredness from the day lulling him to sleep as he whispered (or as best he could) “i love you.”

you squeezed his hands back as you replied with, “i love you, too.”

maybe this could be a new norm for you both.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[the-ravenist]

My Step it Up Girl!

Arthur "Spoon" Spindell x Black!Fem! Reader/OC

I just finished Shelter, and I'm in love w/ Spoon so I made a fix

Reader is on the thicker and taller side, black as usual, reader is a female, this takes place during the basketball cheer dance, reader does a solo act, infatuated spoon, maybe ooc spoon, maybe some tension, mutual pining

"No Ema I'm not going to tell them. It's not the best time to anyway," you mutter as you stand in front of your bathroom mirror at home. You still are dressed in the outfit you wore on the mission to save Alice.

But your hands, arms, and neck were covered in blood. The blood of the loved girl named Candy, a girl whose life was taken away from her. You can still taste the acid of vomit in your throat. You were there when Spoon was being taken to have his life ended. You shared laughs and smiles with the two, watching them reconnect. It was amazing, her smile was gorgeous.

But that sweet moment was stripped away as you and Spoon's kidnapper shot her. You held her hand as Spoon comforted her through as you both tried to stop her bleeding. Your throat is still sore from the gut-churning scream you let out once you realize she passed.

Ema's cough rings through the speaker of your phone. It shakes you out of your daze, you turn on the sink and start to remove your clothes.

Good thing that your parents are still at work, it would've been hard to explain why their daughter was covered in blood and tears in her eyes.

"I understand, but I'd think that they will enjoy it. It'll be a nice distraction," Ema persuades.

You finally remove all your clothes and grab a sponge and body wash from under your sink. You pull your ginger beaded braids into a small ponytail then drop 4 drops of your mango-scented body wash into the warm water-filled sink.

"Yeah, but wouldn't the surprised part be a better distraction than actually telling them and them expecting it?"

You bring the body sponge into the mango-scented water and wring out the water. You began to wipe off the blood coating your body. The once yellow sponge turns into a brownish color. The sounds of water dripping rings through the bathroom.

"Ema did I lose you..?"

"No, just thinking about how logical you are," she laughs a bit.

You let out a muted scoff and a smirk crawls on your lips.

"Ain't that how we became friends?"

"...something like that."

You let out a snort at her quiet claim.

The Next Day

Students, teachers, and parents alike fill the bleachers. Sounds of groans and excited whispers fill the gym as they discuss the awesome halftime show played by the cheerleaders.

Suddenly microphone feedback sounds out through the gym, everyone holding their ears in irration.

"Sorry for the feedback folks but it seems that we have an announcement," the announcer next to Spoon, who looked at him with confusion written all over his face. Yet he tries to put on a small smile as he looks back at the crowd and leans toward his podcast partner.

"What are you doing, there are no more announcements," the words are harshly whispered.

"Yes there was, I just got a text," he whispers back mouth away from the mic, before he quickly puts it back. "There will be another show this evening, staring..."

"From who?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! Especially when it could be an announcement for a quick school shooting!"

His partner gives him "are you serious"? look. Right before he smiles, clearly fake, as he looks back to the crowd and finishes his announcement.

"As I was saying.. We have another show starring, ooh well ain't this a surprise~"

Everyone slightly rolls their eyes at the exaggeration. The basketball players have moved to the small spot in the bleachers as they're done planning their "come back". Now they're bored and have nothing to do.

"Please welcome to the stage, a metaphorical one of course, (Y/N) (L/N)~!"

A series of jaws dropping ring through the bleachers. It's complete silence as they watch you get up from the bleachers removing your white trench coat to reveal your outfit.

As you step foot onto the wooden floors of the court, your song begins to play.

(You're a mix of the tiktok ver. and Jam Republics dance here's some; also not doing the dance scene cause I'm lazy)

Spoon swears he never had his face this hot before, the eye contact you made and your dance moves didn't help.

You were just so smooth, intense, and passionate. He couldn't help but admire. The same goes for the entire school.

Your ex-boyfriend Buck was exceptionally surprised when you were dating you had al,ways(what he calls blabbing) talking about dancing. Whether it was a new move you mastered or a new dance you want to try. He just thought it was all nonsense.

But oh, how he regrets it now...

You bow to the crowd, a slight smile on your face. Your dimple is on display, the sight has Spoon stuttering.

As you go to retrieve your jacket, Ema's scream of joy rings out through the silent gym.

"Woo! That's my girl," Ema shouts from her spot on the bleachers.

Her shout creates a domino effect, applause and whistles ring through the gym flooding your ears. You stand there, a bit shocked at the applause. You unaware of the boy of your infatuation sneaking up behind you.

You squeal as you feel arms wrap around your slightly pudgy body. You realize who it is when rambling fills your ears. Spoon, you smile as you turn around in his arms.

"Oh my gosh you were like amazing, I didn't know you could dance! And you're an amazing, well terrific dancer. I mean you're so expressive, I mean the faces you were making were just amaz-"

*muah*

Spoon blinks once, twice, or three times. Then his ears begin to turn red as well and his face begins to flush a bit. You're eyes dart to the spot you left on his cheek.

There it is a lip stain all in its glory on his right cheek. It has a light red tint, but it does shine.

Damn. Your lipgloss does look good on him. Your eyes dart to his eyes searching for any form of regret.

Only to find him looking at you with that goddamn smile on his face.

God, you are so gorgeous.

Your copper-rimmed glasses make your brown eyes just look even prettier. Your ginger locs, were neatly up in a half up-down style is loose. Letting a few beaded locs frame your face. Your lips still stained with that red lip gloss.

Oh god.

"I'm sorry lovebirds, but this is basketball and we'd like to get back to that. Please and thank you."

Your bubble of love pops, you look around you and then realize that you're standing in the middle of the court.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. Spoon coos at the sight, but thinks quickly as he moves his hands from your hips to your arms. He quickly guides you to the gym into a hallway nearby.

Your hushed giggles echo through the surprisingly empty halls. I'll just kind of sprint until you're wheezy, you go into the nearest classroom. Which happens to be the art room.

The smell of acrylic paints liger in the room.

Once you and Spoon have entered the room you lean your back against the door. Spoon is a couple feet away from you, face still heated from the kiss you gave him on his cheek.

It's silent for a moment before Spoon begins to speak again, his tone is quiet and curious.

"You kissed me..?"

A bit baffled yet your tone days affirmative.

"Yes, Spoon yes I did."

"Why?"

You let out an embarrassed huff. This is not how this is supposed to go. You were going to do it in private, maybe get him some flowers and bring him to the MILF room or something.

But I guess, being in an empty art room after a dance performance will work too.

You pull up your big girl pants and tell him the truth.

"Because I like you, Arthur."

For the first time in a while, Arthur is the one stunned to silence. Though the silence is not necessarily a good sign.

"And when I mean 'like you'. I mean that I like you romantically. I like your smile, and your goofy little glasses, I would listen to you ramble all day. And I mean all fucking day. You're so smart, it's really admirable. You're so stinking sweet and kind. I just wanna kiss you and hug you till you pop like ugh. Spoon, I like y-"

This time your ranking is cut off by lips. Spoon's lips to be exact. On your cheek, right where your only dimple is.

It takes you a quick second to get back to the present. You move your eyes to Spoon's...gorgeous brown eyes. As if y'all were in a trance, eyes haze over as your bodies move closer. Your hands reach up to cup his face and his hands to your hips.

Your eyes don't know where to look, neither do the brunettes. Gazes dancing from one's lips to their eyes repeatedly.

"Can I..?"

Your speech is hushed, your lips slightly graze the boy's lips.

"Please do.."

Then your lips meet.

Oh my gosh, is this really happening?!

He tastes of peppermint chapstick.

You taste of cherry lipgloss with vanilla undertones, most likely your vanilla chapstick.

It all just feels right, both of your movements are a little awkward. But it just feels perfect.

Sadly your bodies are in desperate need of air and have to part. All though very reluctantly.

"...holy shit," you whisper with a dazed smile. Your eyes sparkle as you lock eyes with Arthur's.

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"My step it up girl.."

"Huh," the bubble pops as you look at Spoon with confusion.

"That's your name on my phone and I'd just feel like I should tell you," Spoon muttered still in a daze.

You snort as you roll your eyes. You gently pinch his cheeks as you whisper an adoring oh spoon.

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Here's the link to the OC mood board(Trile is the name)

[fandoms--fluff]

Quiet Time

Female Slytherin reader x Regulus Black

Summary: you spend some quiet, soft time with your boyfriend

Warnings: mentions of a fight and Reggie's great parents.

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"Hey come on, let's go back to the dorms" You quietly tell your boyfriend, Regulus. He and Sirius had just gotten into one of their fights in the hallway, ending with Sirius giving him a black eye. It's one of the few arguments between the brothers that has escalated this much.

He has been standing in the empty hallway ever since, not caring about how the skin around his eye starting to become purple.

He looks up at you for a moment before slightly nodding and taking your outstretched hand. You guys walk down to the common room and make your way up to his dorm.

He's glad when you guys get inside, Barty and Evan aren't there. The last thing he needs is two of the nosiest people he knows in here when he looks like this.

You pull out your wand and lift it up to his face. He immediately flinches back the second he sees you pull out your wand.

"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt you, baby. I was just going to cast a healing spell for your eye, cause I'm pretty sure you don't want our friends seeing this. Is that okay?" You explain to him softly, knowing how skittish and gentle he can be after fights with his brother or mother and father.

"Oh. I'm sorry. It's okay, I just..um, I.. you can do the spell" He looks down as if he were ashamed of himself. If he does, you're not surprised, knowing about his childhood and his home life.

"It's alright, nothing to be sorry for. Here, just sit down and it'll only take a second to heal" You lead him over to his bed.

Once he's sitting, you hook a finger under his chin and tilt his head up so you have a better view of his injured eye. You bring your wand up again and quickly cast the spell, healing him right away. No one can even tell it was there in the first place.

"There, all healed" You kiss him softly.

"Thanks, Y/n/n" He gives you a small smile. "No problem, I'm always here for you" You say as you lay down beside where he's sitting. He follows, now lying beside you.

You signal him to turn the other way, and he compliently does. You then spoon him, holding him close to you. "Don't tell anyone" He whispered. "Don't worry, I won't, baby" You kiss the crown of his head.

You know he secretly loves being the little spoon and how you call him 'baby'. Though he'll never admit it.

You love it when he's all soft like this. The upcoming of how this one turned out wasn't something you want to have repeated. You hate what happens to your boyfriend because of his family, but you'll give his as much love as he needs in replace of all he doesn't get.

[lunarmothim]

just a little 3:30am thought before i go to bed

ghost isn't a cuddler at night. he'll let you fall asleep cuddling him, but if you wake up in the middle of the night he'll be on the edge of the bed facing away from you. scoot to him and wrap your arm over his side, nestle your face between his shoulderblades, press a lil kiss to his spine, and listen to his content hum. feel his fingers lace with yours, the way he melts at the feeling of your smaller body wrapped over him. he doesn't know what to do with this feeling, what to even call it (the feeling is safe), but he likes it.

basically ghost is a little spoon don't @ me

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Drabble Challenge 2024 - Day 17 // Wander

soft Levi x Reader

Your touch is gentle, afraid to break the spell of this rare intimacy. Levi's body is curled against yours in your bed. His smaller form fits perfectly in your arms and his sharp features are almost peaceful. Only you get to see him like this.

Levi permits your hands to wander, tracing soothing shapes across his gear-bruised shoulders. He sighs and presses his back against your chest, trying to disappear into your embrace. You don't move away though his hair tickles your cheek. Instead, you breathe in his clean-linen scent and press your lips against his temple. "I've got you."

[27spoons]

Wintering | Yellowjackets

summary: Late S2, you decide that the team could use some Christmas spirit. So, you do what you can to bring them some.

pairing: just general platonic yj/reader

warnings: n/a

wc: 1560

ao3

Snow falls delicately around the cabin as the fire crackles before you. Van adds another log as she takes a seat beside you, the orange glow flickering across her face.

"We'll need more wood soon." As the flames consume the log, she asks, "Didn't you draw the card?"

"Yeah," You nod, taking a quick glance outside. "Guess I just hoped it would stop snowing before I went out." The snow isn't falling harshly, just large snowflakes slowly descending to the ground. "Looks like I might have been hoping for too much." You sigh as you look back to the fire.

"Yeah, well, everyone has to play their roles." Van remarks flatly, "Everyone draws cards for chores. Yours just happens to be gathering wood today. Don't see Nat and Travis complaining about hunts."

You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I get it." You push yourself to a standing position, "I'll go get started before it gets dark out." In response, Van makes some sarcastic half-comment, but you choose to ignore it.

Tensions have been high since Javi. Everyone copes differently, you suppose. And she does have a point. You guys do need firewood, and everyone does have a role to play.

You throw on another hoodie, and if you had known you'd end up stuck out in the middle of fucking nowhere, Canada, you would have packed gloves. You miss having warm fingers sometimes. You miss a lot of things, actually. But warm fingers are the most significant thing you miss right now.

Grabbing the axe from the wall, you pause before you leave, overhearing a conversation between Mari and Gen. Christmas. They're talking about when Christmas could be. Has to be soon, right? Or maybe it already passed?

Now, that's an idea.

You grab the rope as well and make a mental plan. Will you chop down some trees for wood? Yes. But you're also surrounded by pine trees. There has to be one out here that would fit inside the cabin.

It's not the first tree you cut. Or the second. Or even the third. Those are for firewood. God knows if you showed up with a pine tree, talking about Christmas, with nothing to keep the fire fed, none of the girls would be all that eager.

Well, maybe Misty. But Misty is… Misty.

It's nearing sunset by the time you find the perfect tree. Well, perfect is an overstatement, considering it's bald in a few spots, and you accidentally slipped while cutting it, so now there's a giant gash in the trunk, but whatever.

A tree, anyway.

When you drag it back to the cabin, it takes a little more effort than usual. Typically, you'd debranch it before moving it, but that's hard to do when you plan on using this tree as a Christmas tree. Doesn't help that by the time you get the tree down, it's almost pitch dark out.

Damn Canadians and their winters with their lack of sunlight.

"Need a hand?" Nat leans against a post outside the cabin with her arms crossed as you approach, dragging the tree behind you with exertion. "Surprised you brought another tree back. Seemed like the ones you got were enough for now."

You shake your head as you drop the rope onto the snow out front, "Not for firewood." You stretch your back, groaning as you feel something pop into, or out of, place. "Thought we could, uh, maybe… Christmas." You gesture to the pine.

"Seriously? Christmas?" The hunter scoffs, "Yeah, nothing like thanking Santa Claus for our dead friends." She then sighs and shakes her head, "Sorry. Just… yeah. You want a hand?" She takes a step off the porch and into the snow, joining you at your side. "I can help you bring it in."

"God, please." You murmur as you unwrap the rope from the trunk, "If I try to move it again, I'll probably throw my back out or something." A tense laugh follows the statement as you rub the back of your neck. "C'mon, let's, uh…" You move to one end of the tree as Nat takes the other, and you two hoist it off the ground with simultaneous grunts.

"Is that a Christmas tree?!" Misty is the first to speak up, because of course she is, when Nat kicks the door open as you two move the tree inside.

You find yourself smiling all the same. "Yep." You and Nat move the tree to the corner of the main area, setting it down with a thud. "Dunno when Christmas actually is, but… we had a prom, had a baby shower. Why can't we… do something else, y'know? Make things slightly more tolerable for a little while." You walk over to the fire and warm your hands in front of it as the others glance over at the tree with mixed expressions. 

"This is stupid." A voice cuts through, "Hardly anything, or any reason, to get into the… "holiday spirit."" Shauna scowls as she appraises the tree.

"Could be fun." Van shrugs with a grin, "Sing Christmas carols." She laughs at that as if finding the idea itself funny.

"Oh, that's a good idea!" Misty chimes in, "I could-"

"No." Mari cuts her off with a scoff, "We’d be better off listening to wolves howl."

"But it isn't the worst idea." Taissa nods, "The tree. Not the… carols." She adds for clarification, waving a hand dismissively in Misty's direction.

"We need something to distract us right now." Lottie offers quietly, "Something more than this. We could… use it as a way to honour the ones we've lost. It doesn't have to be for no reason."

"We could carve some ornaments! Or use some paper to make some paper snowflakes! Decorate the tree properly!" Misty is practically bouncing on her heels at this point. And… yeah, you saw that coming. Hardly surprising she's the most excited about the idea. "We don't need presents for it to be Christmas!" She adds, "Just each other!" 

The last statement earns a collective groan from the group and a scowl from Shauna.

"Could use some paper from my SAT book." Akaliah says as she rummages through her bag, "More useful as snowflakes than study material at this point…"

"And someone," Van shoots you a grin, "Just chopped down a few trees, so we've got the wood to make some shitty ornaments. We could do this."

"This is stupid," Shauna repeats louder this time. 

"Yeah," Nat snorts, "But… Lottie is right. We could use a distraction. What's the harm?" She shrugs and leans back against a wall. "Not like we really have much to lose by spending half a day doing… this." She gestures to the tree with one of her hands before crossing them again. 

Silence falls over the groups as everyone considers this. No one seems to have any strong complaints or actual reasons not to do it.

"Great!" Misty says finally, cutting through the silence and clapping her hands. "It's settled! We'll have Christmas in a few days!" And, since no one is arguing with her, it gets added to everyone's mental calendar.

The next few days are spent mostly the same, except for the people carving ornaments and cutting snowflakes to decorate the tree. Not everyone partakes, but those that do have a noticeable morale boost.

By the time "Christmas" comes around, the tree is looking… more like a Christmas tree and less like a regular pine tree.

"Someone call Charlie Brown and tell him we stole his tree." Van snorts as the group takes in sight of the tree.

"Hey, at least we have more than one ornament." Tai chimes in with a grin from Van's side. "And it's got…" She gestures to the tree, "Less bald spots. And it's taller."

"Gee," Van replies, "Talk about the bare minimum."

"Well, I think that it's great." Misty says with a little too much cheer in her voice, "Now all we need is hot chocolate." She practically skips over to the base of the tree and takes a seat, very obviously expecting everyone to follow suit. When no one does, she pouts.

Then, an idea comes to her mind. "Van!" Misty says, turning to face the redhead. "Would you be able to tell us a Christmas story?"

Van perks up slightly, "That I can do." She grins lazily and takes a seat on a chair, and eventually, you and the others find their seats around Van. Like kids listening to their grandpa spin a tale.

"Alright." Van grins, slapping her thighs as she glances around, "Alright. Let's set the scene. Suburbs of Chicago, right around Christmas time. We're following the McCallister family, specifically, Kevin McCallister…" 

As Van starts retelling Home Alone to the best of her abilities, the fire crackles in the background, the tree stands (mostly) proud in the corner of the cabin, and things are okay for the first time in a while. You can pretend to be teenagers listening to a Christmas tale and not worry about what tomorrow brings. That's a tomorrow you problem.

"I still think it's stupid that they forgot a whole child," Shauna grumbles at some point during the story, earning a laugh from some of the girls.

"Five kids?" Tai rolls her eyes, "I'd probably forget one, too."

a/n: i have yellowjackets brainrot and i love christmas so much its not even funny bro

i also havent written fanfics since i was 16 but yk theres always time to start again

[pixievi]

This one screenshot is BREAKING my heart

the way she's holding herself.....