#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.”

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[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.

[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 !!

[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

[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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fin.

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

[coeurify]

ellie comes home from patrol in the middle of the night.

was sad and touched starved last night so this happened..

…

Sleep had never been your friend. She had never graced your mind with her fingertips the moment your head found a pillow, never let you press your eyes closed when she turned the sky dark. If anything, you think she may be an enemy, out to get you with every chirp from a cricket that you just couldn’t ignore, looking to taunt you with the flashes of infected and other dark nightmares when your eyelids shut. Even after you settled in the safe town of Jackson, sleep and you had never made up.

This rivalry between you and sleep only got worse when your girlfriend was away on patrols. Ones that lasted many rises and falls of the sun. You would sprawl out on the too empty bed on these nights, clutching one of Ellie’s pillows as you begged for a night with no arguments from your mind.

Tonight was no different. It was your second night alone, your only company that of the crickets sent outside to steal drowsiness from you. The mattress of your bed had grown too stiff all of the sudden, leading to hours of tossing and turning under the cream-colored sheets. Long after the sun had set and the town around you got quiet, you stood up.

Pressing your bare feet to the cold wood under them, you found your heart taking control over your body, tugging you to the shared dresser that sat against one of the walls. Your fingers danced over each drawer, eyeing as much as you could through the darkness until you came across what you were looking for, a un neat drawer on the bottom left, slightly off the hinges, with a shirt poking out. Ellie’s drawer. You press it open, grabbing the first shirt you come in contact with, clutching it to your chest. Your previous shirt is tugged off and thrown to the floor with little care to wear Ellie’s instead.

It's something she wears often; you can tell by how it’s ripped in some areas. You stumble back to bed, fingers pressing into the fabric in the act of self-soothing as you find your way back under the covers and squeeze your eyes shut. You do your best to convince your mind that the fabric between your fingers is worn by Ellie instead of yourself, that she’s lying next to you.

It works, eventually. You don’t quite remember falling asleep, just that the black vision between your eyes was no longer the faces of clickers or worries of where Ellie may be. For once, sleep had patted your back with an open hand instead of a closed fist, she had welcomed you into her arms and lulled you into the inky dark of rest.

It didn’t last long. The one time you found sleep while alone was rudely interrupted at an hour you assume is ungodly, eyes blinking open only to be met with more black. The force that seemed to wake you was the sound of shoes banging against the floor, a sudden shift of the mattress next to you, and something large pressing into your back.

You feel the tickle of skin against your neck when a nose nudges you there, fingers that weren’t your own finding your hips to pull you against them. Ellie.

“Babe?” you whine, throat thick with tiredness as you try to swallow it down. “Go back to sleep,” the voice, undeniably Ellie, whispers in response.

“You woke me up.”

“I was being quiet,” arms wrap around you next, finding the skin under your shirt.

“If that’s you being quiet, I hope I never have to go on patrol with you,” you bite through yawns.

“Shut up,” Ellie mutters, pressing further into your neck to place a small kiss there. Your nose crinkles at the action, the sudden smell of god knows what invading your previously clear nose. “I missed you,” she continues.

“You smell like the woods, Ellie,” is your only reply, gaining you a low scoff. For a moment, you lose the heat of her body, listening to the shuffling noises of her moving around. It isn't long before she's against you again, though this time, the skin of her bare stomach meets the cloth of your shirt. You could only assume she had stripped down to her bra and boxers, which you would chastise her in the morning for not doing before laying in your bed. You guess she had been just as eager as you to return to bed with you, so you don’t say much. She takes position against you again, arms wrapping around you. “Better?”

You hum as an answer, eyes finally falling closed. “What time is it?”

“Late, or I guess really early,” your girlfriend mumbles into you. A shiver raises on your skin when she begins to trace over them nonchalantly.

“Thanks, genius.”

“Go to bed,” she groans, fingers finding the hole in the sleeve of her shirt. You swear you can feel her grin against you, a hot puff of air finding your flesh when she chuckles. “Are you wearing my shirt right now?”

Even in the darkness, you can feel the heat on the back of your neck crawling to the front of your face, and you fight the urge to shove your face into a pillow. “Yea.”

“You miss me that much?”

“Always,” you answer truthfully, another yawn escaping you as she draws shapes into your skin. Sleep had never been kind to Ellie either, and she had made it a repeated pass time to comfort herself with you. Playing with your clothes, and your hair, drawing random letters and numbers into your skin with the pads of her fingers, until it made both of you fall asleep.

“Missed you even more,” is the last thing Ellie says before you feel your mind slipping away again, this time with no argument from any outside factor. You had been woken so abruptly that your head hurt, but that ache left as soon as Ellie’s breathing slowed behind you. She never let you go, if anything she gripped you closer as she fell asleep.

You would gladly let Ellie interrupt your sleep any day if it meant she was coming home.

[pixievi]

This one screenshot is BREAKING my heart

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

[icallhimjoey]

i really loved the magic of joe hanging out in the bookstore, being his anonymous little self, just reading a book in his armchair, happy to be allowed a warm beverage...................... can we have more of him?

jfc stab me where im softest, why dont you Wordcount: 2.1K

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Little Spoon Reversed

"Please, before you leave," you spoke to Anne who slung an arm into her jean jacket. "Never forget your headphones ever again, please?"

You couldn't finish the question without laughing already. It earned an eye roll from Anne, who then turned to Joe who was sat in his armchair, book in his lap, but eyes on the two of you.

For a short moment Anne gave Joe a look as if to say, this bitch, am I right? But then before she fully committed, she remembered that Joe would likely take your side on this, like he would take your side on... well, anything, basically.

"I'm aware you don't enjoy... people, but–"

"If I can follow your whole conversation about how you enjoy being a little spoon over being a big spoon, you're talking too loud to be allowed on public transport." Anne stated matter of factly.

She stared into space a second and the shuddered. Joe gave you a look of wild concern, smile playing just underneath, and you laughed.

Anne was being Anne and you loved her, and Joe was being Joe and... well.

You liked Joe.

Joe was funny.

Joe made you laugh.

And Joe looked nice. Sat there.

He looked nice sitting there, in your bookstore.

He just... he did.

All soft.

Hair unstyled. Clothes mismatched. Blue of his denim jacket somehow doing something for the colour of his skin.

Nice. Joe looked nice.

The look of him kind of completed the room just by sitting his ass down in your granddad's armchair. You'd make him a coffee in a second. Keep him there for longer.

When Anne turned to look at him, he immediately dropped the facial expression and just gave her a tiny nod. Dryly said, "Nice jacket." which made her notice how they were both wearing a similar one.

Anne scrunched her nose to that, absolutely grossed out by it.

Joe gave you a small smirk that Anne pretended she didn't catch.

"Headphones!" you made big eyes at her, and she dismissed it with a wave of her hand as she turned to leave the store.

Anne's neutral was already negative to begin with, but when she'd walked in that morning, she'd basically carried thunder in her aura and you'd had to stick her in the back to do admin because she couldn't stop going on about her bad morning.

You couldn't take it too seriously though; the reason her morning had been bad was because she had to listen to people talk on a bus.

She was fine.

But Anne was Anne, and after a very ranty first thirty minutes of her shift, throughout the rest of day she would have moments where she'd suddenly shudder, grimace and mutter "Little spoon," under her breath, like it was the most disgusting thing she'd ever heard people talk about in public.

Intimacy? Vile.

You and Joe shared knowing smiles, and Anne already had one foot out the door when Joe called her back.

"Hey, Anne?"

She paused, barely turned her head, and waited for Joe to talk.

"Which one are you?"

Joe saw her frown in confusion, which only made his smirk grow. He was about to piss her off so bad.

"Big spoon or little spoon?"

He was right. You barked a loud laugh as Anne raised her middle finger up at him before the door shut behind her.

"She's so lovely." Joe smiled, and that only made you laugh more as you found your spot behind the counter.

You were never going to tire of how bitchy Joe and Anne could be to each other, all bark no bite.

"She really is." you agreed, laughter turning into a sigh, eyes falling onto clutter left beside the till.

You had work to do; there were piles of books that needed to find their way onto display tables and up onto shelves.

Your eyes flickered from work to Joe, and you noticed he was still looking at you. Sort of dopily staring, still grinning. You liked that denim jacket on him.

Joe looked good.

"What are you reading?"

Joe's eyes lingered on you a moment longer before he fully registered that you'd asked him a question.

"Oh!" he seemed startled by the book in his lap, like he'd forgotten his hands had been holding onto it for the brief moment of distraction. He lifted it up to show you the cover.

You knew what he was reading already, but any excuse for some small talk whilst you sorted through some paperbacks.

"Do you like it?"

"Yea, actually... it's good, it's– it's... relatable? Even though it's not, because none of these things have ever happened to me, but, you know what I mean? Like, I–, I don't know, I get it, I guess... it's... it's just, it's interesting."

Joe stumbled through finding the right words to tell you that, simply, the writing was good, and it made you purse a smile as you sorted through some novels.

"That's good," you stuck a pile of books under an arm. "I'm glad you like it."

"Yea," Joe said, eyes on a page that he then turned, scanning his eyes over the words, but not reading any of them. He was glad he liked it too, but even if the book hadn't been as enjoyable to read as this one was, he still would've enjoyed his time there just the same. It was never about the books for him.

Which was why it was so easy to put it down when he saw you getting ready to climb up a ladder with an armful of them.

He didn't even have to say anything.

Just put his book down on the small sidetable, got up and walked over, hands already held out to take the pile of books from you.

"Sorry," you said, like this was an inconvenience to Joe.

It wasn't.

Joe got to be close to you, fingertips grazing the skin of your arm as he helped you out. Got your hands free so you could actually hold onto the ladder. Safety first.

"I should've maybe done this whilst Anne was still in."

And then he got a close look at your ass as you ascended the ladder just next to him, which wasn't his fault, mind you. You literally hauled it up right into his line of sight.

It had never been about the books for him.

"Are these new ones?" Joe turned his head to read the title of the book on top of the pile before picking it up and handing it to your awaiting open palm.

"No, just ones people take down to have a look at and then leave around. Thanks."

Joe did that a lot.

"Sorry." he said jokingly, taking all blame for the mess.

That made you laugh.

"That's okay. Part of running a bookstore."

It was quiet then for a moment. Just Joe handing you books that you put back into their places. When he passed you the last one, you were about to climb down, but Joe decided he could help for a little longer.

"These ones too?" he rounded the counter like he wasn't allowed to step behind it and pointed at another stack of them.

"Yea," you smiled. "Thanks."

You'd gone well past feeling uncomfortable for accepting a little bit of Joe's help. Joe knew his place when Anne was in, or when there were other customers browsing, but when it was just the two of you inside these shelf-cladded walls, Joe could lend a hand.

You'd tell yourself it was just Joe being nice because you gave him a lot of free coffee.

Joe knew better.

"So, what about you?"

"Hmm?"

You looked down from your spot up on the ladder, and saw how Joe read the title of the book he was about to give you before he outstretched his arm and made eye-contact.

"Big spoon or little spoon?"

Your fingers grazed as you took the book from him and you nearly let a smile escape you, but Joe wasn't smiling and dressed it as casual, but serious question. Like he genuinely wanted to know.

"Um," you pretended to give it a good think. "I'll go for... little spoon I guess."

It helped that you got to faff around with a bunch of paperbacks on a shelf and didn't have to look him in the eye when you asked, "You?"

"Oh," Joe said, frowning like the answer was obvious. "I'm a big fan of both."

This was information that you couldn't Google.

You kind of loved it.

"Yea?"

Another book got passed.

"Oh yea, sometimes, you want to cuddle someone. Other times you want to be cuddled, you know?"

If Anne had still been in, she'd have made a request for someone to shoot her by now.

"Well," you started, feeling brave. "Can I introduce you to," you paused for effect. "Little spoon reversed?"

You were about to reach down for the book Joe was holding up, but he slowly lowered it, staring up at you with big bulging eyes.

"Little spoon what?"

"Reversed." you easily said, smiling and taking a step down to grab the book from Joe's hands.

"Please elaborate." Joe acted like you'd just told him the most shocking piece of information ever.

"It's all in the word. It's being the little spoon," you held up two cupped hands, one turned so the back rested in the other's palm and then turned one, so your palms faced each other. "But reversed."

Joe looked a little mesmerized.

You shrugged and dropped your hands. "Best of both worlds."

"Best of both worlds..." Joe repeated. "Huh."

"You get to hug and be hugged," you said, holding a hand open for another book.

Joe stared into space as he passed it. Thinking.

"Kind of... equal spoons, then," he mused.

"Well, no. Not exactly. There's still a big spoon and a little spoon."

You glanced down and smiled at how Joe seemed to be honestly interested, not at all making fun or being silly about this topic. He was learning.

"Please, elaborate."

"The little spoon is whoever gets to press their face into the neck of the other. Of the big spoon."

Joe's knees nearly gave out at that. It was a crime how casually you'd just said that.

"Yea... no, yea." Joe cleared his throat. "That makes sense."

The bell above the door rang, and you both turned your heads like you'd just been caught doing something you shouldn't be doing. Which was exactly right. Joe didn't work there, you had no business having him help you out like this.

"Good afternoon!" you cheerily exclaimed at the customer that had just walked in, and accepted the last book from Joe's hands.

Joe felt a little silly with how he felt his neck flush at the thought of having you in his bed to cuddle up with. Have your face pressed into the crook of his neck. Or, worse - have his face pressed right into yours.

God.

He was fantasizing about cuddling, getting all hot and bothered.

Was he fourteen years old?

You gave the shelf in front of you a last look before making your way back to the floorboards, ladder held sturdy in place by Joe's hands, and when you were back at eye level, you gave Joe a nod and a smile.

"So...? If you had to choose one?"

Joe tried to hide a smile and looked at his feet for a moment.

"Big spoon or little spooon?"

"I think you've sold me on little spoon reversed."

"Yea?"

"Best of both worlds." Joe said proudly, like he was the one who'd drawn that conclusion himself.

"Hmm. It's a good choice."

"Yea?"

"Yea."

You looked at each other a moment too long, both still with hands on the ladder you were stood next to. In a true moment of weakness, you let your eyes flick down to his neck. To the skin in between the collar of his jacket and, yea all right, so you were imagining it. Like that was your fault. How could you not, exactly?

You saw Joe's throat work as he swallowed, and when your eyes moved back up to meet his, something had changed there.

Maybe Joe shouldn't wear that jacket again, because you felt how your body wanted to sway forward.

Little spoon reversed.

A loud scraping of someone's throat broke the spell.

"Excuse me, um, do you work here?"

Joe smirked just before you pulled your eyes away from him.

Little spoon reversed.

"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

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Take a Stab

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: You and Ari rent a secluded cabin at the lake for your one year anniversary.

Word Count: 2,537

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, protected p in v sex, outdoor sex, praise, secrecy and surprises, coffee sipping, happy crying, mentions of knife usage for whittling, pet names, like one swear

A/N: Ro, thank you for this hot gif. Ari with that sexy lean and the chest hair will never not do something to me. This. This is Ari getting up and making himself a pot of coffee when Duchess doesn’t think he’s awake yet.

As always, a great thank you to everyone who reads. I love your feedback in all forms. 🥰

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Ari woke up to the creaking sound of the screen door at the front end of the cabin opening and closing. He immediately turned in the flannel sheets, reaching out for you, only to find your side of the bed still warm, but empty. Had you left something in the car? No way, he remembers checking one last time last night when bringing your bags into the cabin you had rented for the weekend. So what were you doing up when he knew this was a weekend built for sleeping in?

You and Ari were celebrating your one year anniversary together at the lake. Sure, you had your own cabin with gorgeous views, but this was a special occasion. And you didn’t live this close to water. A word to the wise: always take the opportunity to be near a body of water with Ari Levinson. He’ll most likely be shirtless, and that’s an image created by God himself. And definitely don’t turn down the opportunity of a canoe ride sunset picnic, either. The view is gorgeous…

But that was last night, and this is now. You woke up early in the hopes of getting a few minutes to prepare your surprise for him. A gift of true love to show how much you really valued Ari and took note of the meanings of his gestures. This was one you wanted to return: you were whittling him a spoon.

About a month into your relationship, Ari had gifted you one, along with his prized pocket knife over a bonfire in his backyard. He pulled out a block of wood to show you a few different techniques and how to get started, and that was one of the first moments you realized you really just enjoyed being with him. Sharing knowledge. Growing.

At the time, you didn’t know the significance of either of those things: the spoon and the knife. You just thought whittling was a cute little thing he did since he had the time and he had handed the knife over because he wanted you to be prepared since you were newly living in the outdoors. Nearly a year later, now, though, you were finally almost finished with your spoon for him. And Ari was constantly still shopping, looking for a knife like the one he gave you since it was no longer in stock, unbeknownst to you.

You had no idea the level of skill that went into making something as simple, or so you believed, as a spoon. It definitely wasn’t a throwaway gesture. And for him to do it that early into your relationship? You realized how much you’ve meant to him this entire time.

You could tell the knife was special, too, by the way he looked at you when you used it. He loved knowing it was almost always on your person, especially on hikes, and he was always trying to show you how versatile it was.

All that was left were the finishing touches: completing a small little carving of a bear in the handle, and then sanding it. If you played it right, you should be able to finish before Ari gets up. He should be exhausted from all of last night’s….activities still. So you had carefully slipped out of bed, reluctantly leaving his naked warmth, as to not jostle him, grabbed your supplies, and headed out onto the cabin’s wraparound balcony which overlooked the lake. It was a beautiful view, which in a few minutes would host the sunrise.

When Ari woke up in a jolt, he immediately padded through the cabin, looking through the windows to see where your possibly could’ve gone. As he got to the kitchen, halfway to the front door, he was relieved to see your head peeking over the outdoor furniture. Ari breathed out his sigh of relief as he moved around the large island and started to make a pot of coffee. You hadn’t even done that, probably out of fear of waking him, which led him to wonder what you were keeping so secretive.

He pulled down a mug from the cabinet, rinsing and filling it with hot water as the coffee brewed, to get the mug warm, doing the same for yours. He leaned back against the counter as he waited, looking out towards you. The amazing scenery around him didn’t hold a flame to your glow, even coming from someone who had admired nature his entire life. This was a dream vacation for him, but honestly, Ari would’ve visited a garbage dump as long as it was with you.

The front door surprisingly blocked out the loud whirring of the old machine since you didn’t stir as the last drops of coffee sputtered out. Ari poured out the water and filled the mugs, sauntering towards the side door of the cabin to the balcony. If you could be secretive, he could, too. And this door was much quieter.

As Ari rounded the corner of the porch, the high-pitched scratching of sandpaper became louder. He perched himself at the corner, silently setting down your mug and leaning against the railing. He just stood and watched you for another second, the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you were completing a task he was all too familiar with.

You held the spoon in front of you, checking if you missed any spots when you were startled by the sound of slurping coming from your side. You jumped, dropping the spoon when you saw Ari taking a sip of his coffee. The smile that grew on his face when your eyes met took your attention from his nearly nude form. He must’ve slipped shorts on before coming out here. Shame. You were about the same, though, only wearing a fresh shirt you plucked from his duffel on your way out here. Now he had one less clean shirt to wear? Tragic. Guess he was gonna have to find a way to deal. You wouldn’t mind.

Your face mirrored his, beaming in the soft haze of first light, before your face fell when realized what he had walked out to see you doing. You scrambled to pick the spoon up off the deck, tucking it behind your back. You sighed, slumping back in your chair and raising an eyebrow at him.

Ari continued to smirk at you, taking another sip of his coffee before clearing his throat. His voice still held a bit of a deep grumble from how early it was. “Good morning, Duchess. Keeping secrets, are we?”

He gave a light laugh as he grabbed your mug, making his way over to sit next to you. You grabbed your coffee in defeat, taking a big gulp before setting it down next to the knife on the small coffee table and turning to face him. Ari pulled your legs over his in habit as you reached up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“Less of a secret and more of a surprise. I thought you weren’t going to be up yet.” You leaned in to Ari kissing your forehead and pulled away.

Ari set down his mug next to yours and took the opportunity to pull you close, resting his chin on top of your head before pulling away again and leaning in for a proper kiss.

“Kinda hard to sleep when you’re missing…And you’re a loud walker. Zero stealth skills, Angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and lightly smacked his chest before reaching a hand behind you.

“I’m sneaky enough to have gotten by for this long. Now do you want your surprise or not?”

Ari knew the drill by this point, closing his eyes and pulling a large hand from its place rubbing your back and holding it out between the two of you as you pulled out the spoon. His one eye cracked open just enough for him to catch a glance at your proud smile before closing it again. He hadn’t gotten a very good look at what exactly you were doing before, so when he felt the curved wood hit his palm, Ari froze with stark, full realization.

His long eyelashes fluttered open just for tears to immediately soak them. He looked down and examined the smooth, freshly sanded wood before looking back up at you. You were immediately struck with worry at his visceral reaction.

“What, did I do something wrong? Are you upset I used your knife for it? Is it that bad? You don’t have to accept it.” You bit your lip in worry as Ari shook his head and ran his thumb over the small, intricate bear engraving in the handle. He could see how much time you put into it.

He quickly pulled the spoon to his chest like he would die if it ever left his grip. “No, it’s perfect. I love it so much. I’m just so…happy. You made this? Just for me?” He was touched beyond belief.

You giggled as tears began to fill your eyes at his reaction. “Yeah, of course I did. It took me way longer than I expected, but now we match.”

Ari nodded and sniffled before pulling you into a tight hug, tucking his face into your neck. You shivered at the vibration against you as he spoke. “God, I love it so much. I love you so much. I can’t believe you made this. Thank you.”

You ran your hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, moving upward until you were at the nape of his neck. You began running your nails through his hair and Ari pulled away to look at you, deep blue eyes sparkling in the first few rays of the sunrise. He moved to set down the spoon, careful to keep an eye on it before he dragged you to straddle his lap.

“Really, Duchess. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. How long did it take you?”

You continued scratching his head as his eyes closed in satisfaction. “Hmm, about a year. I worked on it on and off. It’s not very easy, especially the little carving.”

Ari hummed. “Yeah, I bet. It’s absolutely amazing. I’ve never tried anything like that but you did great. You put me on it.” He opened his eyes and beamed up at you.

“Of course I did. You’re my sweet Bear. You deserve the same as you give. I love you so much.” You returned the smile and leaned in to kiss him.

Your tongues danced together in a tango of deep, overwhelming desire before pulling away, Ari pulling your hips down tighter against his crotch. You didn’t miss the deepening smirk on his face and the fire filling his eyes. “You know, it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful sunrise. What do you say you and I go up to the railing to watch it together?”

The sunrise was beautiful, painting the sky in pastel strokes of orange, red, and purple. You were enjoying the view, bent at the hips, leaned over the railing, with Ari right behind you, holding you close. Your shirt was hiked up, hanging on your hard nipples as Ari’s shorts hung just low enough for him to have pulled out his cock.

Ari was dragging against your walls in slow, deep strokes, as one hand rubbed your clit in circles in time with his hips and the other gently tweaked a nipple. His head rested on your shoulder, body molded against yours, as he looked out over the lake with you.

Every now and then, Ari turned his head to kiss your neck in the spot just above where it met your shoulder. The one that made you let out those delicious moans every time. He whispered in your ear as your one hand squeezed his forearm over your chest, the other digging into the railing as you braced yourself against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing. So talented. I can tell you worked so hard for me. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You whined and clenched at that, thriving on Ari’s praise and having thought the same about forever before, but never verbalizing it. Ari was it for you and the perfect shared moment proved it. You couldn’t have expected a better reaction to your gift. To have someone just as understanding of the little things as you was soothing to your soul. To have someone who carried their gestures with the same weight was one in billions and you couldn’t believe you found him.

You threw your head back against Ari’s shoulder, whimpering between heavy breaths. “So good, I-hmmm- I love you, Bear.”

You felt Ari’s chest rumble as he moaned against you, picking up his pace and grunting near your ear, captivated by the way the sun was hitting both of you, lighting up the heavenly moment. “Ah, I love you more, Angel. You’re so good to me. So sweet.“

He rubbed your clit faster, both of you rising towards your peak with the sun that was nearly cresting the horizon, almost fully in the sky. Your eyes squeezed shut before Ari looked over and caught it, taking his hand off your clit. “Ah ah ah, eyes open. Don’t wanna miss this moment.”

You forced your eyelids apart and looked over at Ari, a thin sheet of sweat causing some of his hair to stick to his forehead. The golden light was highlighting his features and weaving through his beard gorgeously. He was right, you wouldn’t have forgiven yourself for missing out on this view. He put his hand back on your clit and rubbed in furious circles, leaning in to kiss you harder, sloppier. When he pulled away, he softly smiled at you and spoke through red kiss-soaked lips. “Good girl.”

His warm breaths hit your cheek as your smile mixed with your blissed-out face. Your pussy fluttered and squeezed harder. You could feel yourself getting close as Ari’s thrusts became uneven. “Please. Please, Ari. Give it to me. Come with me.”

Your words set him off as Ari spilled into the condom within your tightening walls. He continued rubbing your clit and shuddering in response to your rhythmic squeezing against him as you leaned more of your weight into the railing, gasping for air after your release. Ari placed a kiss against your shoulder as he gingerly pulled out. He rested his forehead between your shoulder blades before quickly running inside to dispose of the condom and refresh your coffees.

When he came back out, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back close to his front and kissing you cheek. You turned and smiled up at him, nestling in closer, enjoying the view of the brightened trees and reflective water, surrounded by Ari, nature, and nothing else for miles.

Ari’s eyes twinkled when he caught your gaze again and held it. “This is the most amazing day ever already, Duchess.” He kissed your forehead. Neither of you had even been up for an hour yet, but you agreed that there’s not much else that could make it any better.

“Absolutely perfect, Bear.”

Bonus A/N: Whittling a spoon for someone is like, a HUGE sign of love. That PAIRED WITH giving over your prized knife? Y’all can deduce what that means. And yes, I do have a spoon whittled, waiting for the right day… what about it??

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[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.

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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.

[flor4de4amor]

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I. Need. Manager. Valeria.

Manager Valeria meeting aspiring pop star years into her admittedly lackluster career.

She's sweet, and pretty, and so talented, and all she needs is some media training and a little push in the right direction. Valeria could give that to her. Valeria could give her everything. She's more connected than anyone else in the industry. She technically hasn't even ever worked as a manager, she owns multiple record labels and just wanted to be closer to the pretty young thing who looked at her like she could make all her dreams come true.