Rainy Days And Afternoon Naps

Rainy days and afternoon naps

{Spencer and your daughter, Arya, go for a walk unfortunately getting caught up in the rain}

It’s been raining a lot here lately and this idea won’t leave me, so enjoy my lovelies!! 💕💕

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Arya had been restless all day, the result of a teacher training day which meant she had to stay home with all this built-up energy and nowhere to put it, and for a four-year-old that was like the end of the world.

Spencer had tried his hardest to keep her occupied, playing whatever games she wanted, he spent almost all afternoon playing hide and seek, losing terribly, but he didn’t mind it was worth it seeing her happy.

It was now nearing late afternoon and you could tell she was becoming teary, almost everything caused her eyes well up and her chin to wobble. Arya sits on Spencer’s lap, her head resting against his chest he tries to calm her down.

He wipes her tears softly with his sleeve, “Why don't we go for a walk, yeah?” He offers, smiling in relief when she sits up with sudden excitement and an enthusiastic nod, jumping off his lap and running off, saying something about getting her boots.

You watch from the doorway as he runs his hand over his cheek down to his jaw, “You sure that’s a good idea? It says it might rain” you tell him as you sit down next to him on the sofa, he drops his head to your shoulder with a soft sigh.

“Hopefully it’ll tire her out” he smiles, exhaustion creeping into his body and through his tone, “She needs a nap” he says closing his eyes as your fingers brush through his hair.

“It sounds like you’re the one who needs a nap” you giggle when he pushes his body weight against you, causing you to fall backwards on the couch, his face smushed against your collarbones as he lets out a deep sigh.

“A nap, with you? sounds like heaven on earth” he whispers, peppering soft kisses along your jaw, and if he hadn’t promised his daughter to go out for a walk, well, he’d be inclined to fall asleep right there on top of you.

Arya comes rushing back into the living room with both of her bright yellow rain boots that had tiny daisies dotted all over them, a gift from Spencer's mother, she grasps them tightly in either one of her small hands.

"Come on, come on!- stop squashing mummy!" she jumps in excitement and with that Spencer stands up helping her with her boots as you get her raincoat, not liking the look of the angry, dark grey clouds that loom over the skyline.

It had been a couple of minutes since you had bid your goodbyes, waving the pair of them off with kisses, and teasing Spencer with a playful, "Have fun" knowing full well those darkening clouds were going to burst at any minute with heavy rain.

An understatement really. The rain was pelting down against the windows with so much vigour that it was surprisingly loud, a noise that not even the tv could seem to drown out, and it was so dark out that you had to turn the lights on, in some weird way it felt, cosy.

You wonder how Spencer and Arya are doing, whether they’re rushing home or if she has him jumping in puddles and knowing your daughter it’s most probably the latter, the thought of them coming home drenched made you quickly go and gather some warm towels before turning the heating on.

Then you hear it, multiple almost frantic knocks at the door, and you listen to their uncontrollable laughter as you rush to open the door, gasping at the sight of both of them, soaked to the bone, water droplets against their skin and their damp hair clings to their foreheads. Both of them scurry to enter the warmth of the house, the water pooling beneath them.

“Mummy it’s raining so hard! and-" she drops her tone down to a whisper as she leans into you, "Daddy said a swear!” She covers her mouth with her hand as her eyes widen glancing over at Spencer who only looks at her with nothing but care, a certain gentleness that has you smiling.

You let out a gasp as you feign surprise, handing both of them towels, you look over at Spencer as he shakes his head. “What? I didn’t say a swear” he says, as he begins to dry off his hair which was now much curlier due to the rain.

“Mhm! You did- he said ‘Oh shit’ then we ran- really, really, super fast” she explains as you wrap the big towel around her whilst Spencer goes to get her a pair of pyjamas. She leans to the side, making sure he's gone before whispering, "He also fell over", She keeps her giggles hushed behind her hand.

You smile at her, pushing her wet hair behind her ears, whispering back a playful "Did he?" and she nods with a big yawn and you can see the exhaustion that settles within her eyes.

"Almost, I almost fell over," Spencer says as he walks back into the hallway, Arya's pyjamas folded in his hands. He looks over at you with a soft smile, "I caught myself" and you can't help but chuckle at the thought.

Arya falls asleep curled up on the sofa with a throw blanket draped over her and a teddy bear that she holds close, the same one she's had since birth. Spencer sits down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder as your fingers brush through his freshly, cleaned hair, the pair of you engrossed with the old cartoons that play on the tv.

You can feel him fall in and out of sleep, noticing the way he tries to keep himself awake, "Go to sleep baby, I'll let you know if anything interesting happens" you tell him, only being half serious as you press a kiss to his forehead.

He lets out an amused huff, shifting slightly to bring his legs up onto the sofa, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I love you" he whispers, and even after all these years the love that swims within his eyes as he admires you still melts you completely.

"I love you too" you smile as he gets comfortable, cuddling up beside you and just as he's about to fall asleep a loud grumble of thunder rolls through the clouds, so loud that it startles Arya from her sleep.

She sits up and looks around with tears in her eyes, "Come here flower" Spencer says, his tone soft, holding his arms out for her as she brings her blanket and teddy bear, squashing herself between you and Spencer. You press a kiss to her forehead as she drifts off back to sleep.

Spencer knows that you're all most likely to wake up from this nap with a terrible soreness, but right now he can't bring himself to care, not when he feels so warm, and safe.

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ps- it was kinda rushed so I apologise if it's not the best

Tags- @violetrainbow412-blog

I was wondering if you had a taglist for spencer and if so could you add me? I love what you do! I wouldn't want to miss anything

I actually don’t have a taglist for Spencer but I would be more than happy to tag you in any future works lovely!

Have a wonderful week 💕💕

{{if people do want to be tagged I’ll most likely have a five person limit or something like that}}

Hi! just wanted to say that i absolutely love your writing and wanted to know if you could do a Tommy Miller x reader, where Tommy has had too much to drink and Joel takes him home to you but Tommy cannot stop talking about how much he loves you and how pretty you are as you take care of him. Like just super fluffy. Thanks so much if you decide to do this! :D

Drunken love sick fool

{Tommy has had one too many, luckily for him he has you}

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy lovely 💕

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“Don’t let him overdo it, please for love of god Joel.” Is what you had told Joel before the pair of them left for a ‘well-deserved drink or two’ you don’t mind really, in fact, you’re glad they get along so well, but goodness are they bad influences to each other, and before they know it they’ve both drank their own body weight in whiskey.

Joel only chuckled at you, saying something about how he ‘can’t promise anything’ which in turn made you sigh, knowing that tonight you might have to nurse a very drunk Tommy.

“Honey! I’ve missed you!” you hear him before you see him, shouting your name with a thick southern accent that seemed ten times stronger than usual.

You can’t help but smile when you hear Joel trying to shush him, scolding him about how he’s ‘gonna wake up the whole street with his yapping’ as you grab the front door keys from the small bowl.

You wish you could be mad at him, mad at both of them but you completely melt when Tommy’s eyes meet your own, so full of love and joy as he smiles brightly at you and you feel your frustration crumble away.

“Sorry, he just-” Joel tries his hardest to come up with a good excuse as to why he’s returned your boyfriend back home to you as drunk as a skunk, but yet all that comes out is a guilty chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck with a smile.

“It’s alright Joel, but you owe me” You tell him as Tommy wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he mumbles something about how you smell like heaven.

He bites back his laughter as you try to keep his brother on both feet, “Well good luck to you, he’s been er- asking for ya” and you can tell by the teasing look that flashes through his eyes that there’s something you're not getting, and you dread to think what exactly he’s said.

You bid him your last goodbyes with Tommy still practically hanging off you before closing the door with a heavy sigh knowing you were in for a long night.

“Mm, honey- I’ve missed you” he whispers against your shoulder, hands soothing against your lower back as they slip underneath your shirt, splaying against your bare skin.

The feeling makes your skin tingle as you pull back slightly, brushing his hair behind his ear, “Missed you too baby” you whisper, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he peppers sloppy kisses all over your face.

“God, you’re so pretty, do y’know that? My lovely girl” he gasps looking at you with soft eyes as he studies your face. His hands come to rest against your hips, squeezing them softly as he continues to admire you.

“Come on let’s go get you some water” you tell him, dragging him to the kitchen. You help him to take a seat at the table before pouring him a glass of cold water.

Although he doesn’t stay seated for long at all, immediately standing back up to lean behind you, his strong arms warped around your midsection.

“Tommy I-” You can’t finish your sentence as peppers more kisses along your shoulder, his rough hands going back underneath your shirt as they rest against your belly.

“I love you” he whispers, voice laced with exhaustion as he goes on, “So, so, so much” he presses kisses between the words.

“I love you too Tommy” you giggle as you try to pry yourself away from him as he lets out a huff of dismay. He doesn't have any of it, taking no interest in your offer of some ice-cold water. No, he's adamant that the only thing he needs is you to cure his drunkness.

Time ticks by and it nears twelve am when you finally get him to drink some water as you go and get him a change of clothes and by some miracle, you’ve finally got him into bed, even if his shirt is inside out.

You sigh as you finally lay down pulling the sheets over the pair of you. Tommy's arms wrap around you as he inches himself closer to you, his head nuzzling against your shoulder as he rambles on and on about how ‘lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend’ as his hands soothe against your stomach and you cant wait to tease him about it in the morning.

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hiii! can request re2!leon(raccoon city events do not happen bcus😭) with an s/o who practically drools over him in his police uniform (i would acc do this is i was his partner😘)

Ahh! You’re so right babe! Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

-Leon Kennedy x reader

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It’s really early, too early, some would argue. It doesn’t seem very fair that Leon has to get up at ungodly hours of the morning to spend all day with Kevin on patrol, and with it being a Friday you knew tonight was going to be rough, with partygoers and rebellious teens.

It’s even more unfair that you wake up to him getting ready, sitting on the end of the bed, shirtless, as he finishes putting his socks on. You study his back, the muscles that tense and move with his actions.

You shuffle closer to him, arms encircling his torso as you press your cheek against his warm skin. “Morning baby, did I wake you up?” He asks, tone hushed.

You shake your head. “Mm, don't mind, it’s a good view to wake up to” you smile, pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, breath hitching ever so slightly as your lips trail up to his neck, peppering kisses to the underside of his jaw, as you hum a small ‘Yeah’

Leon, much to your dismay, moves away from your touch. Standing up as he claims he 'has to get ready'.

You watch him as he slips his shirt on, eyes trailing down to his work pants, the gun holster that sits around his thigh. “Sweetheart? Could you get my vest?” He asks, with a teasing smile. He knows it’s your favourite part.

You nod, grabbing his R.P.D vest before walking over to him. You undo the velcro helping him put it on before doing it back up again, “It’s not too tight?” You smile hands smoothing over his chest.

“No, it’s alright” his hands rest against your hips as you inch closer to him. You lean to press kisses along his jaw as his hands smooth over to your lower back. “Baby I’ve got work” he whispers despite not making the effort to move away.

“Just call in sick,” you tell him, a hopeful gleam in your eyes. He kisses you, his nose bumping yours gently as he does.

“I did that last week.” He murmurs against your lips, forehead resting against yours, “I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight” he swears, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingers grazing against your cheek.

“I’ll hold you to that” you giggle, helping him get his work stuff ready although Leon wouldn’t really call it helpful with your hands all over him, that teasing smile that adorns your lips, he definitely couldn't wait until he got back from work.

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-Spencer Reid x reader

{Spencer is there for you even on your worst days}

Hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

cw// Alludes to the reader having depression// mentions of food// Spencer washes the reader's hair.

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You don't think you've moved much from your spot on the bed since the sun rose, tucked away within the comfort of the soft blankets as time passed, not that you were paying much mind to it. You didn’t really have the energy to care and before you knew it Spencer was coming back home.

You hear him as he closes the door before walking through the apartment, softly calling out your name and it’s only then you’re hit with the guilt of not doing anything productive today.

Spencer opens the bedroom door with a gentle smile and it doesn’t falter, not once, despite the fact you probably look very pitiful, curled up into a ball trying to nurse the dull ache that seizes your body.

He sits down next to you, “How was work?” You whisper tone heavy with tiredness and you didn’t realise just how dry your throat was until now. He tucks your hair behind your ear, his fingertips are so gentle as they graze against your skin.

“It was okay, mostly just paperwork so nothing too bad,” he says keeping the same hushed tone as you before leaning down slightly to press a kiss against your forehead, a feeling that sends a shiver through your body, almost bringing you back to life.

You nod your head with a small, “Good, that’s good” enjoying the way his hand soothes against your back, the warmth of his presence seems to lift your spirits and that ache in your heart doesn’t seem so heavy.

Spencer hates seeing you like this, so defeated. He tries to think of things, anything that might make you feel just a little better than right now and he silently curses himself for not having the power to take all the pain away, the pain that is obvious in your eyes.

He knows it’s not his fault, that realistically he can’t do anything to erase these feelings you have, but reality isn’t always the easiest to accept. What he can do however is be there for you, to make you as comfortable as possible.

You look up at him with a strained smile as he brings the back of his hand to caress your warm cheek, “Do you want me to run you a bath?” He asks in such a gentle tone it almost makes you flinch.

Spencer watches as you contemplate his question, “Do you still have that candle Penelope brought?” You wonder, leaning into his hand enjoying the way it feels against your cheek, ever so slightly gun calloused.

“Yeah of course, as well as the soaps” he smiles, shuffling to make space for you as you sit up.

“A bath would be nice” you whisper as he nods, standing from his place on the bed.

There’s a feeling that captures you and suddenly you’re missing the warmth of his hand against your face. “I’ll go run it. You go get something to drink, yeah?” He holds his hand out for you as he helps pull you up from the bed and onto your feet.

“Okay” you sigh and he presses another soft kiss to your forehead before he walks into the bathroom, and you find yourself thinking just how fortunate you are.

The bathroom is pleasantly warm, not too stuffy or steamy. It’s nice and cosy with the sweet-scented candle that brings a comforting atmosphere and somehow it all makes it a lot easier to actually enjoy the bath.

The water envelopes your body, the bubbles surrounding you as you bring your knees to your chest. “Is it okay Angel?” Spencer asks as he pops his head around the door.

You look over at him with a great full smile, “It’s perfect- thank you” you whisper, trying to ignore the guilt that suddenly barges through your chest settling within your heart. He’s always been so caring and loving despite how tiring his job is. He makes time for you. And sometimes when you’re deep within your own self-sabotage, you can’t help but wonder if you really deserve him.

“Of course” he says and the love that bleeds into his tone seems to nurture the doubt you have.

Spencer is so gentle, so gentle that it almost makes you cry. His delicate fingers brush your wet hair away from your eyes, tucking the strands behind your ear as he leans against the dark marble of the bathtub.

He’d offered to wash your hair, a request you turned down at first. Not wanting to burden him any further. But he insisted and you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on it and in all honesty you’re glad you didn’t because you swear you haven’t felt so at peace than what you do right now.

He peppers your shoulders with gentle kisses trailing along your dewy skin up to your cheek enjoying the breathless giggles that leave your lips, a sound he could never get bored of. “I was thinking, maybe we could cook dinner together?” He says, knowing you enjoyed the last time you cooked together.

You nod your head, “I’d like that actually” You say and your heart warms at the excitement that flashes through his eyes. He presses one last kiss to your forehead before leaving you to prepare the ingredients.

You finish drying your hair before slipping on one of Spencer's cardigans. You walk out into the kitchen watching as he carefully reads the instructions following them with such precision that it makes him look like a professional chef, the thought makes you chuckle.

He turns around, opening his arms out for you. “How are you feeling?” He asks, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he brings you into his chest making you feel all giddy.

“A lot better. I think you might be magic” he lets out a soft chuckle as his hands soothe against your back. The guilt is still harsh in your heart, a heavy feeling that doesn’t seem to budge, “I’m sorry. You come home from work and you haven’t even had time to sit down” you mumble into his shirt.

There's something in your tone that strikes him, a pang of hurt through his chest, it makes him pull back slightly as he holds your face in his hands. "That doesn't bother me, angel. You had a bad day of course I'll be there for you" he says as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

"Nothing bad actually happened" you sigh trying to ignore the blocky feeling that wedges in the back of your throat.

"And sometimes those can be worst days," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and the ticklish feeling makes you laugh. "You're always there for me, I want to be here for you too" The sincerity in his tone almost breaks you completely, and the way he looks at you with nothing but pure love with those wonderful hazel eyes of his.

You can't seem to find the words to say, so instead, you whisper a soft, "I love you." The heaviness in your chest that's been plaguing you all day, seems to lighten and in its place takes a much more welcomed feeling, it's warm and homely.

"I love you too" he smiles as you lean to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to help me chop the vegetables?" he asks as you nod, walking over to the cutting board as you make a start on the carrots. He guides you through the rest of the steps, and you make a joke about how serious he gets when it comes to cooking, and you once again find yourself wondering just how lucky you really are.

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Tags- @violetrainbow412-blog

Hi! I love your work so much, and this is my first time doing a request! I was wondering if you could do a Leon x reader where reader is a huge gamer girl and loves to play, but doesn’t play when Leon is around, bc her past relationship kinda frowned apon playing video games while s/o was around? And Leon’s all like “wdym, no baby it’s fine”?

(I hope that wasn’t too much >_<) Thank you and have a lovely rest of your day and stay healthy and hydrated!

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Ack!! This is too cute, hope you enjoy my lovelies!💕💕

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Leon is busy working away at the stack of paperwork that Chris so kindly gave him, claiming that he was ‘better at that sort of stuff’. He sits at the kitchen table, rolling his shoulders as he continues the pattern of reading then typing, reading and typing.

You look over at him from where you’re sitting on the sofa, your controller in hand as you contemplate turning it all off. You watch the crease between his brows get stronger, as he huffs out in annoyance running his hand through his soft hair, strands falling to fame his face.

Maybe your game is too loud? Perhaps it's distracting him?

Your mind wanders until you’ve convinced yourself that you’re the sole reason for his stress, that so obviously stains his face. You pause the game thankful that the music seems to be much quieter in the menu.

“You stuck again angel?” He chuckles, seeming a lot more relaxed than he was a moment ago. He pushes the laptop away as he stands up from his chair with a stretch and an exhausted sigh.

You shake your head as you watch him pour himself, and you, a drink. “No… well not really” you say, putting the controller on the coffee table as he walks over to you with two glasses in hand, taking a seat next to you as he hands you one with a gentle smile.

Leon can tell something up by the way you start to pick at your nails, avoiding him and his gaze as you get swept up in your own mind. “What’s going on huh?” He asks as he rubs your shoulder with his hand, hoping to stop whatever train of thought that has carried you away.

“Nothing I just- I’m sorry if the game was distracting” you mumble. There's something in your tone that he catches onto as if you're seeking some kind of validation for you to simply play your game, and it hurts Leon to think anyone ever made you feel like that. You go and turn the console off, but you don’t get far as he reaches to gently grab your wrist keeping you from getting up.

“No it wasn’t” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you sit back down, “You’re fine baby, honestly I like it” he admits handing the controller back to you with a wink and a smirk and you can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

He slings his arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as he urges you to continue playing, “What about your work?” You ask suddenly feeling awfully silly.

“I’ll do the rest tomorrow, wanna spend the night with my girl” he smiles, taking a sip of his drink as he watches you play your game, asking questions and pointing things out as you work your way through the story, and it makes your heart beam with love because he's genuinely interested, and it shows with the way his eyes seem to gleam with love.

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