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Spencer Reid - Think of Me
Warnings: fluff, reader missing boyf!spencer, sweet!girlfriend x stargazed!spencer, this is just what I need irl
Words: 1.0k
Summary: Spencer thinks of his girlfriend, Y/N, as the sweetest woman he has ever met. When he came home late from work, he notices something about her that makes his heart flutter and makes him realize how much he loves her more every single day.
A/N: This is fairly inspired by Too Sweet from Hozier. I feel like I don't see enough Spencer Reid fluff on here so why not! Hope u enjoy xx
Spencer and Y/N had met when she started working at the BAU, a couple of years after Spencer settled into the team himself. He had always noticed how she smiled at everybody, spreading sweetness all around her without even noticing. He was smitten by her in a matter of weeks, stealing glances at the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life.
Y/N always treated Spencer as an adult, which is something that made him feel confident and he appreciated that about her. She brought him coffee and had noted how he liked it, brought him sweets and left him notes when he had a hard day. All those things that she did for him made him, eventually fall deeply in love with her.
After a year of getting to know Y/N, Spencer finally had the courage to take her out on a date. She wanted nothing more than to go out with him, agreeing with the sweetest smile she could give him. They both had a wonderful time, going out for dinner and heading to a poetry reading after.
He took her home, brushing a soft strand of her hair behind her ear, making her smile. Y/N reached up to meet his height, kissing his lips softly with a soft blush on both of their cheeks and his arm wrapped up loosely around her waist.
Spencer asked her to be his girlfriend after their third date together, which she whole-heartedly accepted, smiling wildly.
Three years had now passed, they had moved together, adopted a cat and lived their little life together. He couldn’t be happier when he had her in his life. She was so sweet to him, like a ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. She was the light of his life, and as was he to her.
She loved every single moment of her life with him. She loved the quiet evening of them reading and enjoying their tea in their living room. She thrived for their Friday nights, watching a movie with their cat on Spencer’s lap, purring loudly on his thighs. She loved having him around, the acts of services and his craving for physical touch.
She loved every single part of him, even the ones that he didn’t like the most himself.
One night, Y/N got the night off from a case and stayed at their apartment. It had been a long week for both of them, but Hotcher decided they had enough men on the field to let Y/N, JJ and Garcia get some rest. Spencer, Morgan, Rossi and Hotch stayed, Spencer telling her he would be back in the morning.
Y/N had decided to sleep in early, exhausted both mentally and physically from her day. She got ready for bed, but it didn’t feel the same when Spencer wasn’t here. Their cat came to her for cuddles, but it only really wanted cuddles from Spencer, as Y/N wanted too.
She got into some more comfortable clothes, grabbing one of Spencer’s most beloved hoodies he always wore around their home. It was a gift she had given him on their anniversary, knowing he was always cold around their apartment. She placed it over her head, the sleeves long on her arms and the bottom of it falling down just over her thighs.
She got into bed, looking over at Spencer’s empty bed side. Y/N placed the hood over her head, curling up in the sheets and letting sleep washing over her, with a piece of him in her arms.
…
Spencer came back early that night, the case closing up earlier than intended. He came into the apartment, the lights switched off and the door to him and Y/N’s room slightly opened. He shrugged off his jacket and shoes, walking towards their room to find the prettiest sight.
Y/N was all curled up, sleeping tightly in his favorite hoodie, the hood high on her head. He smiled warmly at the sight, his heart fluttering with comfort and adoration.
He got into some more comfortable clothes, sliding soundly into the bed beside her sleeping body.
She felt the bed dip beside her, wrapping her arms around him softly. Spencer placed his arms around her as well, pressing his cheek on her forehead.
“I missed you.” She whispered, her eyes closed and her tone sleepy. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the hoodie and the blankets that practically swallowed her while she slept.
He smiled sweetly, running his arm over her back, his hand resting on the back of her head.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, kissing her forehead sweetly.
“You look so cute in my hoodie.” He whispered, looking down at her sleepy figure. Her hand hidden up the sleeve of his shirt.
She smiled warmly, looking up at Spencer. Y/N trailed her hand along his chest, making its way towards his cheek. He leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand and her wrist as he placed his hand over hers.
“It reminds me of you when you’re not here.” She spoke softly, her voice filled with sleep.
He smiled sweetly at her response, his cheeks heating up with a warm blush under her touch.
“I’m here now, baby.” He whispered, bringing her closer to him and kissing her sweetly.
She loved everything about Spencer. Y/N loved his intelligence, his kindness and his different haircuts, but she loved it the most when they were alone together. Spencer cherished every single moment of his time when he was with her. Either they worked on a case together, or they bunked in a hotel room, or they cooked dinner. He loved spending time adoring Y/N.
They both laid close to each other, Spencer’s hand drawing patterns on her back from time to time. He kissed her forehead and her temple when her felt her breaths slowing down to a familiar beat.
“Goodnight, my love.” He whispered softly on her temple. Spencer fell asleep a couple minutes after her.
They did not need to speak to communicate between one another. They could lay in each other arms without having a single worry about the outside world. They thought about each other, all the time, and that’s why they were so perfect together.
Spencer couldn’t wait for the day he would ask her to marry him. Maybe that day would come sooner than she would expect it…
Spencer Reid - We Shouldn't Be Doing This
Warnings: smut themes but no actual smut, fed!spencer x enemyfed!reader, enemies to something (let u pick babes), insults, angst, one-bed trope (ur welcome)
This is Spencer in the more recent seasons, but you can picture him in your preferred season.
Word count: 1.6k
Summary: Y/N and Spencer have never liked each other. They are always competing over who's the smartest, who's the most handy with a gun. Yet, when they're sent on a mission and they end up in a motel room with one bed, things get interesting.
A/N: Yall are gonna love this. This is inspired by this. Thank you for that. The girlies are gonna love this one! Thanks for reading <3. Let me know ur feedback! @hereforhalstead thank u for the idea.
I had started working at the BAU for a couple of years. I got along fine with the girls, JJ and Emily. Garcia was my girl, hyping me up and helping me with anything. Most of the boys were fine too, Morgan made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe, Hotch was like a big brother to me and Rossi was a father figure to me. But there is one guy that was very insufferable and the only person in the BAU that I could not stand. Dr Spencer Reid.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. Yet he is the most infuriating person I have ever met.
He didn’t seem to like me too, when I joined the BAU. He looked at me with dark eyes. His hair was always messy, his snarky attitude made me want to kill him sometimes.
After joining the FBI for about six months, Spencer and I were competing against each other all the time. It didn’t matter if the subject was mentioned, we were already arguing on who was the smartest. He kept making the remarks about his IQ, his eclectic memory and the fact that he could read 20 000 words per minute.
It didn’t matter what I told him, he kept laying it on thick. He kept trying to prove to the entire world that no one could be smarter than him.
One day, Hotch and Rossi had enough of us screaming and arguing all the time. They sent us on a light care in New Jersey, about a girl who escaped a convicted killer.
This is just fucking perfect. Now I’m stuck with the encyclopedia. I tell myself. I bet he wasn’t happy too, just by the look on his face. He looked like he was boiling on the inside. His face was red, his hair looking worse than usual and streams practically coming out of his ears.
We got into a car, driving us to the airport. Total silence filled the car, neither of us daring to start an argument. We got out of the car after a while, heading into the jet and off to New Jersey.
It took about two hours to get there. My headphones were placed on my ears, reading the file of the young woman who escaped. I could see Spencer playing with a coin, not really doing anything.
When the jet landed, we got into another car. We arrived late at night, meaning the interview with the girl would have to be in the morning.
The car dropped us to a motel, where Hotch and Rossi had reserved a room for us. The lady in the front desk gave me the keys, both of us walking towards our room in silence. I could feel his stare burning the side of my head.
As I opened the room, I was the first to see that the room was missing something.
There’s only one bed.
I swore under my breath. Spencer saw it next, shutting the door behind me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I heard him say.
Rossi had planned this, he had to. He planned for us to get away, fix our issues and get back to Quantico like nothing was wrong between us.
I dropped my bag on the chair beside the window. “This is just wonderful.” I mumbled sarcastically.
I earned one of Spencer’s glares. “What? You think I want this more than you do?” I look at him, not amused by Rossi’s ruse.
He drops his bags, taking off his coat and suit jacket. “I would’ve preferred to sleep on the concrete than to share a bed with you. I bet it would be much more comfortable.”
I scoffed, taking off my coat and dropping it on the chair. “Right in with the fire, mh? You like that, to get me fired up and all ready to insult you. What’s your fucking problem?” I speak with a harsher tone, anger clearly lacing my throat.
“What’s my problem? You’re an arrogant idiot who barged into the BAU like it was your living room! You’re intolerable, Y/N! You know that?” He practically spit in my face.
“Oh, so now I’m the problem. Please, Dr Reid, tell me all of the remarks you have against me.” I say, stepping closer to him, looking up at his stern face. His breathing has gotten faster, his hands in fists by his side.
“You’re ignorant, selfish. You only care about yourself and that small head of yours. You try to make yourself smarter than everyone else! Just because you went to fucking Stanford doesn’t mean your Einstein.” He started walking closer to me, anger radiating off of him.
“What else? Hm?” I whisper, my voice stern and angry. I didn’t care what he thought of me. His opinion was the last thing I cared about.
“You’re a spoiled little girl who got everything she wanted in her whole life. You got the job, the looks, the money. Everything. You didn’t work a single day in your life to earn all of that.” He grabbed onto my forearms, clenching his fists entirely against my wrists. He had pushed them behind my back, pinning me to the wall behind them. His voice got quieter, still angry and venomous.
“Fuck you, Reid.” I whisper in his face, my face clearly affected by his words. My breathing has quickened too, my pulse fast and hard in my chest. My cheeks were flushed, the heat of his chest radiating off of me. “You’re telling me this for what, hm? To get me to hate you? Because, trust me, I already do. You’re a selfish prick, who only cares about how smart you are compared to the world. No wonder you can’t get anyone to stay with you.” I tell him angrily, his hands twisting around my forearms, untwisting them from my back and pulling them flush against his chest.
His blood was practically boiling. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes burning with fury. “You better shut up before I make you shut up, Y/N.” He whispered roughly.
I raised my eyebrow, testing his patience. “Or what? You’ll have me arrested? You can’t do that.” I whisper, close to his face. I don’t think he could’ve gotten more mad than he already was but boy I was wrong.
He slammed his lips against mine, releasing my wrists to grab my face roughly. His hands claimed dominance on my jaw, sliding into my hair and pulling it. His mouth was engulfing mine, his tongue deep in my mouth. I melted into his touch, his rough hold on me making me release the madness against him. His lips left my lips, melting down to my neck. He left heated kisses, making my head lean back on the wall. His teeth grazed my neck, nibbling it and licking it with his wicked tongue.
My hands clinged on his chest, the hardness of it under my fingers. His chest flexed under my harsh touch, my hands going all the way to his back and his slutty waist I had been eyeing for months. His breath was hot and sweaty on my neck, suddenly taking a bite into my neck, making me whimper softly.
His lips left my neck, lifting his head to speak directly on my lips. “I hate you so much that it makes me love you.” He whispered on my lips, kissing me harshly with his hands around my jaw.
He pulled me off the wall, his hands roaming down to my thighs and lifting them up to his waist. My hands went in his hair, his sharp jaw and all of the hot skin I could touch.
He sat down on the bed, taking me on his lap. His hands were all over me, on my waist down to my hips and ass. He groped anything he could find. My lips went on his neck, tilting his head to give me better access. I found his sweet spot, making him cry out, moaning into my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Y/N.” His voice was rough and needy at the same time.
“Everything about you tells me otherwise, Spencer.” I whisper roughly, kissing back up to his jaw, my hips set over his. He pulled my hips flush on his, a gasp leaving my mouth.
“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath, switching positions to set me under him, his tie falling on my chest. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our breaths labored and heart pounding. His hips were set harshly on mine, feeling every single inch of him.
I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to my face. “You’re not lying?” I whispered, my eyes fiery but not angered. He knotted his eyebrows slightly. “About what?” He mumbled softer than usual.
“About loving me? Because I would be a liar if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” I spoke softly, one hand tugging his tie and the other touching his jaw.
“I’m not lying.” He whispered, a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. His gaze softened a little, both of his arms around my head.
“Good.” I whisper, my lips grazing his swollen lips. “Because there’s no going back to before after this.” I whispered, kissing him roughly. My hands on his jaw, feeling the power of it while he kissed me with exploding passion for the rest of night and for the following years.
Okay but I need to read Spencer x reader with the trope of saying ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ between kisses
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but daddy i love him! // theodore nott x fem granger reader
playlist : but daddy i love him - taylor swift
summary : being hermiones slightly younger , less intelligant and more reblellious sister, it is your duty to have a boyfriend no one approves of to match.
y/n used , gryffindor granger reader , swearing
masterlist
"merlin hes so hot" you whined with you head in your hand , staring across the hall at theodore nott.
hermione shuddered in disgust , "yeah and hes a terrible person."
"mione hes really not , just because hes slytherin doesnt mean hes some kind of horrific monster," you rolled your eyes , finally looking away from theodore and looking at hermione across from you.
"dont mix your delusion with reality y/n. him and his friends have bullied us since first year," hermione snapped back.
"whos us? ive never been teased by him before but stay safe i guess," you argued , getting more annoyed by the second.
"you cant be with him y/n , not only does he not do relationships , clearly , hes not good for you!"
"oh but daddy i love him!" you said in a mocking childish tone.
"did you just call hermione daddy?" ron cringed inbetween his quick eating.
"its a little mermaid reference ronald." you said sternly , judging the boys messy consumption of the food on his full plate.
"whats a little mermaid reference?" he mocked.
you, hermione and harry all looked at him with pure shock , forgetting ron wasnt really accustomed to muggle films , "please educate your man mione."
she gasped in pure horror as ron pretened to gag , they both argued over eachother throwing loud defenses and digs at eachother.
"look! i would actually rather die than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning!!" you shouted over them , silencing their arguing as harry nodded along with your statement.
"y/n i dont mean to stir the pot but i dont really think nott is a great partner either," ron said with disgust.
"thanks for that ron! wanna add your two cents harry? seems like everyone cares who i have silly crushes on nowadays!" you fumed , turning to the twins who sat on the table besides you , "good morning george , fred, would you like to give your opinion on theodore nott?"
"hate him," fred stated plainly.
"i always target him in quidditch," george quickly followed with a shrug as you let out a defeated groan.
you turned back to the trio , crossing your arms in anger , "im going to go see ginny , see what she thinks of all this , she always supports me unlike you little goblins!"
"yeah cause ginny has a crush on basically every guy," ron scoffed.
"atleast ginny can admit when she has feeling for someone and doesnt pine on her best friend for years! atleast she isnt in denail!" you said smugly as hermione and ron squirmed in discomfort , blushing.
you abruptly stood up from the table , beginning to stomp away when harry shouted after you , "have a great day mrs nott!"
you turned to look at him , flipping him off before shouting back , "aw you too mr weasley!".
harry blushed as ron looked between the two of you , "shes insane , calling you weasley , what weasley could you possibly marry!"
ron scoffed and continued eating his food as harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and exchanged a look with hermione.
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you now found yourself storming the corridors , looking for ginny when someone fell into step besides you , their deep voice making you shudder.
"hello mrs nott."
you stopped in you tracks and looked besides you in horror , theodore smirked down at you.
"erm hi," you mumbled quietly , face deep red in embarrassment. how could you forget the whole time that theodore had been sat with his friends on the table across from you?!
"dont go all shy on me now , i liked how you defended me." he smirked.
"i was really just joking dont get excited ," you teased , finally shaking your shyness.
"didnt sound like a joke to me? you got really worked up granger," he still held his smug expression , eyes peircing yours even when you didnt look back.
"look nott , i just like picking fights with them its funny to tease them." you shrugged continuing your walk as theodore followed still looking at you the whole time.
"go out with me," he said sternly as you paused again.
"are you being serious?" you said trying to seem not as interested as you truly were.
he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the empty classroom besides you , pushing you against the door to shut it.
he put one hand beside your head on the door and the other playing with your hair and grazing your cheekbone , "dead serious."
you looked at him , finally silent for the first time in your life , your silence allowing him to continue , "you can say you dont like me all you want. that its jokes , that its just to get a reaction. but i think we both know its more than that."
"im not gonna be one of your girls nott , im not like that. sure i have a different type to my sister but that doesnt mean i go for fucking man whores who just wanna get me in their bed."
"ouch , your words hurt me, bella. ive never touched a single girl asides from you. ive waited for you." he said softly.
"basically every person in this school says otherwise nott."
his hand that was resting on the door cleched into a first tightly , "stop calling me nott. its theo to you."
"why do you care?" you asked as his frustration grew.
he stared at you now with cold eyes , danger in them like he was staring at his prey. you simply looked back , folding you arms and watching as his eyes flicked down your face.
"dont play hard to get. you practically announced your love for me a second ago y/n." he mumbled.
"sure. ill go out with you, charity work." you joked as he finally dropped his anger and laughed.
"i like it by the way," he said looking up with a smirk as you stared back with confusion , " 'mrs nott,' it suits you."
"hm i dont know. ive always been kinda progressive , mr granger," you smirked before pushing him away with one hand and walking out of the classroom, leaving him to stare at your figure.
the second you found ginny you practically screamed in her face with excitement , "ginnny you will not BELIEVE IT!!"
a masterpiece my friend dropped
i have no idea why, but this made my day! and this'll be my new wallpaper hahaha
artist: felicia chiao
Aemond Targaryen - Love of My Life
Warnings: Aegon obviously, slight mention of alcohol, allusions to sexual harassment and violence, allusions to nightmare and self inflicted wounds OTHERWISE FLUFF FLUFF AND FLUFF
Words: 2.0k
SHE/HER PRONOUNS // 3rd PERSON VIEW
Summary: Aemond Targaryen didn’t seem like the loveliest person in Westeros but with Y/N, he would do anything to keep his betrothed happy and safe. He was the happiest with her, before and after marrying her.
**Valyrian translation after the imagine, below the --- line. Hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts.**
Aemond Targaryen wasn’t kind to everyone. Especially to the ones who crossed him or even annoyed him.
Aemond Targaryen was only kind to a few people, including Y/N. She meant everything to the silver haired prince.
They both had met each other as children, as they both grew up in King’s Landing. Aemond had seen her for the first time reading a book in the castle’s library. As a child, it was Aemond’s peaceful place and it quickly became theirs. They would often meet after dinner, spend the night reading and talking about plenty of things. He was himself when he was with her. He loved the way she liked him as a person, not as a prince or as an arse. He loved the way she would tell him about everything, only because she trusted him. She would come to him if something was wrong and even as children, they would never lie to each other.
Many years of harmony passed until Aemond lost his eye. He became more distant even though Y/N wanted to be there for him. He wouldn’t let anyone in, at least he tried to let her in, but it was terrifying for him. Her seeing him so destroyed, tainted, as a monster. Yet Y/N did not see him as all those things, she came to his bedroom every so often, talk like they were children again and he would lose himself in her. He would become a child again, a happy one, a kind one. He would get drunk on the sound of her laughter, and he knew that he only wanted her in his life.
Two years after his eye was gone, his mother started to propose women to him, to get him to choose one of them. To make them his betrothed, but he only wanted her. He only wanted Y/N.
“Mother, I will not marry any of those girls.” He dropped on the Queen.
“And why is that, Aemond?” Because I only want Y/N, mother. I want her to be my wife. He urged to say it. He had to. And he did.
“I want to marry lady Y/N.”
His mother looked at him. He looked back at her, all seriousness in his eye. She nodded and walked away. The day after, his mother told him what he could marry her.
He was the happiest man in all Westeros.
The minute she had stepped into his room for their daily encounter, he ran to her and pulled her into his arms.
He spun her around in the air and she giggled loudly. His hands were spalled on her waist and hers tangled in his long hair.
He finally set her down on the ground, the height difference making its way back.
“What have you eaten to make you this happy, my dear Aemond? Have you had a new saddle for Vaghar or something?” She walked deeper into his room to sit on the velvet seat, her beautiful dress promoting her beautiful body.
“I have wonderful news. But I need you to hear me first, no talking.” She nodded as he approached her, kneeling before her.
She looked at him with big innocent eyes.
“We have known each other since we were children, and I have loved every single moment with you, my lady. Tis the day where I am asking you, with my family blessing, to marry me. I have loved you since I saw you in the library. When this,” he said, touching his patched eye, “happened, I closed myself to everyone but you did not let me shut you out. You stayed and I realised then that all I wanted, in my whole existence, was you. I only want you; you are the only one for me. I love you, and I’ll never stop. I swear on the gods. I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming mine forever?” He exhaled softly; his hands went to grab a small box from his lapel.
He opened the small box before the woman he loved. Her gaze shifted from his face to the beautiful ring, impaled with a blue sapphire decorating it.
“Aemond… I-I…” She was speechless. The expression on her face was unreadable.
He tried to pull away, thinking he made a fool of himself but she pulled his face to meet hers halfway. Their lips joined into sweet harmony and he pulled himself even more into her. His hands roamed on her body, finding their way to the low of her back, her legs spreading to let Aemond get closer.
She pulled away from his lips, her hands on his strong face.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Aemond. I’d marry you today, I’d have married you if we were children and I’d marry you again any day. I love you, Aemond Targaryen, I always have and I always will.”
His eye was glassy, a huge grin on his face appeared. He pulled one of his hands away, removing the ring from its box and placing around her ring finger. It was perfect.
She smiled so brightly, Aemond kissed her again. He was in heaven and he will always be if he’s with her.
Their wedding happened only weeks after the proposal and Aemond was the happiest with her. She was his and it was everything he ever dreamed of.
One night, a couple of years after their union, she was known as the untouchable wife. Yet someone in his family did not respect the “untouchable” aspect.
She was at a celebration, as were all of Aemond’s family. Music was filling up the room, the banquet was filled with too many people to count. But she could feel the presence of her dear husband behind her. They were both sitting at the main table, he grabbed her hand that landed on her thigh and kissed it, intertwining his fingers as well.
He pulled away, standing up, telling her he’ll be right back. Before he could pull back, she told him that she will go up directly to their room, it was late and she was tired. He nodded, offered her a sweet smile, and kissed her forehead sweetly.
As she made her way up, she was met with Aegon, his brother. Aegon was known for his sense, or his lack of sense, for the word “no”.
“Hello, wife. How dare you look so fine this evening!” He reeked of wine and many other beverages.
“Aegon, I am not your wife. Please go back to the venue, I’m sure there’s more women interested in you.” I desperately wanted him to go away.
“Mhm, must you have mistaken me, lady Y/N, yet I don’t like that attitude of yours.” He suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, and she tried to get out of his reach.
“Let go Aegon. Let. Me. Go. Now.” She ordered yet he pulled her flush to his chest and she hated every second of it. He breathed her in, and she pulled even harder to get out of his reach. He gripped her waist and before she knew it, she was pinned to a wall with both of her hands pressed behind her back, hitting the brick wall.
As he pressed himself even closer to her, she punched him between his legs and slapped him down on the ground before running away to her chambers.
Time passed before Aemond returned to their room. Y/N was asleep when he came into the room. Her peaceful form decorating the bed, her hair draping the pillow. He reached to her side, sitting besides her. He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead before reaching his side of the bed.
They were both sleeping in no time before Y/N was stirring up in her sleep. Aemond, like the light sleeper that he is, woke up in a second. She was whimpering in her sleep, her head snapping from sides to sides. She was clawing at her wrist, which Aemond tried to get her to stop.
“Jorrāelagon, wake up. Come on”, he clasped lightly at the hand that was clawing the other. “Y/N, wake up, come on, wake up.” He shook her slightly, sitting up in the bed.
She woke up and jolted up with small cry, she tried to pull away from him, as if he had hurt her.
“It’s alright, issa jorrāelagon, you’re alright. You're safe.” She realised that it wasn’t Aegon. It was only him. Only Aemond, the boy who she had loved for so long.
She melted into sobs when he pulled her in his arms, her legs pulled over his, one arm around her waist and the other one cradling her head. Her head and heavy sobs laid on his chest, his face resting by her head.
“Did you have a nightmare, dōna mirre?” She nodded weakly. Her sobs resuming. He praised her with sweet word in her ear, he cradled her in his arms, assuring her that she was safe.
Her sobs calmed down and she found peace in his heartbeat.
He looked down at the sight of her wife, he saddens at her gaze, his heart breaking because something is troubling her.
The hand that was cradling her head softly pulled at the wrist she was hurting in her sleep. He saw, even in the dim darkness, that there were marks, not of her nails, but of a tight embrace.
“Who did this to you, my love? When did this happen?” He questioned her softly, not wanting to startle her.
“I don’t want you to be mad.” She responded lightly.
He pulled her chin, making her look up at him.
“Love, I won’t be mad, I promise. I just want to know the truth.” He brushed her hair out of her face.
“It was Aegon. He was drunk, like always, but I was walking up to go to our room and he called me his wife, and he pulled my wrist,” She sniffled, Aemond felt her breath accelerate.
“Breathe my love, take your time.” He purred. Aemond was boiling on the inside but he could never be harsh on her.
“He pushed me to the wall, started to press himself against me, and I punched him away. I ran as fast as I could. I thought he was going to run after me, Aemond, I was so scared.” She truthfully told Aemond, her tears seeping his night shirt.
“Oh, dōna mirre, I’m sorry he’s done this to you. I’ll handle him in the morning, and I promise you he won’t ever touch you again, nobody will.” He caressed her hair, calming her down. He kissed the palm of her hand, trailing kisses down to her inflamed wrist. She calmed down, leaning into his touch.
Aemond pulled her down with him, to lay together in the bed.
“Everything is going to be just fine, darling. Rest in my arms, you’re safe.”
She turned to be faced with his chest. She looked up to his figure, some strands of glittery hair falling on his face.
“I love you, valzȳrys. Thank you for always being here for me.”
“No need to thank me, that’s what I’m here for. I love you." He whispered in her ear, pulling her against him, kissing her forehead and the rest of her face sweetly. She fell asleep in his arms, as she always did.
He’d deal with Aegon in the morning, and everything will be alright.
She’ll be alright. She was with Aemond after all.
“Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson.” He pressed one last kiss on the ring that laid upon his wife’s finger and went into a peaceful sleep.
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I hope you like this imagine, I had a pleasure writing this. Here are the traduction in english for the Valyrian words.
Jorrāelagon: Love
issa jorrāelagon: my love
dōna mirre: sweet thing
valzȳrys: husband
Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson: You are the love of my life
the last of us on hbo: here’s your first two episodes, full of the TERROR of humanity!! infected!! corrupt government!! marshal law!! senseless killing!!
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the last of us on hbo: and now for your third episode. the gut wrenching love story between two men who found each other at the end of the world and became so entangled in one another that when time finally wore them away, they left together. also on the nature of daylight plays over their last day together
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#4
Eddie Munson - "You're my favorite person, Eddie"
Warnings: Mention of violence in beginning, Jason (go away), injury, mention of blood, or else; everything is sweet and fluffy for our best boy ;)
Words: 1.8k
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Trope/Context: The strikeouts are intentional in the imagine!*All in Y/N's perspective. Childhood friends to lovers; there will be a flashback of their friendship before the main storyline.
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[Y/N’s POV]
Finally, the bell rung.
It has been one of the worse days of the entire school year. Everything was long and boring. Even the teachers were out of it.
I packed everything in my bag, shutting my locker and walking towards the exit. I pushed the doors and as I was about to take the first stair, Jason bumped into me and made me miss all of the steps.
“Shit.” I must have hit my head on something; my lip was bleeding as well as my forearm and my leg. Jason and the rest of his douchy friends just laughed. No apologies.
I wasn’t surprised, not in the least.
“Y/N, are you okay? Who the fuck did this to you?” I heard someone run up to me, not even two seconds after falling.
Eddie.
With all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever.
“I don’t know. Jason pushed me and I-I-I think I hit my head-d-d-d. It hurts, Eds.” He helped me up, crouching at my level. He took my hand in his; his cold rings touching my burning hand. Hot. His other hand was on my upper back, making sure I could stand.
“Hey, hey. Look at me” He placed his hand delicately on my cheek, making me look at him.
“Can you stand?” I nodded.
“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. He saw the cuts and my nose started bleeding a little as well. “I’ll be back, okay. Just give me a second.” His jaw was tight. His delicate brown eyes burning with rage.
I watched him walk up to Jason, calling him as he turned around and punching him in the jaw. He got on top of him and screamed at him for hurting me.
I had never seen Eddie being so protective towards me.
Yes, we have been friends ever since middle school, but I’ve never seen him get mad, not even a tad bit frustrated.
He got up from Jason’s body and his preppy watched, walked away before facing Eddie’s rage. He bent down again to whisper something in his ear. Jason’s face changed, as if he was scared.
Eddie walked back towards me again. He placed one of his hands on my waist, taking my arm in his other to put it around his neck.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He flashed a soft smile at me. Even his eyes were so soft with me, all the rage had transferred to the asshole.
“That’d be nice, Eds.” I smiled a little.
He placed me in his car. His veiny, gorgeous hands strapped me in as I met his gaze.
He flashed me a small yet comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. He won’t ever get close to you again, I promise.”
A small, yet stunned smile appeared on my lips as he shut the door to drive me to his place, I imagine.
[Flashback, Y/N’s POV]
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#3
Xavier Thorpe - Hurt
Warnings: Mention of gore, b!ood, and violence. Wednesday hurting reader. PTSD. Xavier being the best bf and doctor on Earth.
Words: 1.5 k
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Context/Trope: Reader is Xavier’s girlfriend, Wednesday is torturing her in the Nightshade library, he finds her and helps her
“Why are you doing this to me, Wednesday?” I almost screamed. Blood was coming out of every orifice in my body.
She had punched me in the head with a hammer, dragged me into the Nightshade library; where Xavier used to bring me, and tied me up to a chair.
“This isn’t personal, dear Y/N. I know what you are and you need to tell me who is your master.” She whispered so tonally and coldly.
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” I screamed now, she had brought out two tasers from her jacket, and tortured me over and over again.
“The Nightshades will make you pay, Wednesday. You can’t do whatever you wish in here!” I yelled now, the pain surrounding my body and my mind.
I heard two snaps, indicating that a fellow Nightshade member would soon be coming in. A small yet reassuring smile appeared on my face, bringing me some type of comfort.
I saw Wednesday panic as she approached me. “You say a word and I will carve your eyes out.” She threatened.
I saw her go up the stairs to block whoever was trying to come in.
I heard a quiet yet stern voice of a boy talking to her.
Xavier.
They were mumbling and he rose his voice, trying to get pass her.
“Help! Xavier!” I yelled, Wednesday saw me. That’s when I saw him. He was faster to come down then her as he took my face in his hands.
“What have you done to her, you psychopath!” He yelled. He untied me from my chair and pulled me into his arms.
Wednesday froze. She didn’t know that Xavier and I were together. At this point, I was full on sobbing into his chest, but he kept his embrace just as tight around me.
“Wednesday, you should go.” She just stood there, watching us, watching me. I was completely and utterly afraid of her. She terrified me and Xavier knew that. He could feel the way my whole body shook, the heavy tears wetting his shirt, my needy embrace around his chest.
He didn’t let go.
We both watched her walk up the stairs with all her torturing tools. I felt safe when I heard the statue shut the door.
Tears flooded out of my eyes once more. Sobs racked through my body as if a drill was going through my heart. No words came out of my mouth. No words came out of his. He simply held me. He checked my body for any major injuries which was mostly my head.
“I’m gonna bring you to my room, okay? You’ll be safe there.” He softly kissed my forehead, trying not to hurt me.
“I’m not sure I can walk, Xav.” I whispered, which was the only voice left in my body after all that screaming.
“That’s okay, princess. Hang on tight, we’ll be there in a minute.” He loosened his grip on my upper body only to pass one of my arms over his shoulder, taking my legs on his arms and carrying me out of that place.
“My head hurts.” I whispered as I passed out in his embrace.
[Xavier’s POV]
She passed out in my arms.
I looked at her for a minute, making sure she was still breathing. I know I should be taking her to the infirmary but it was too dangerous. Wednesday could do something again and I cannot risk that. Not for me, and especially not for Y/N.
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#2
Xavier Thorpe - Take my hands
Warnings: Mention of burial, dark humor(like at one place), overall fluff, scratches
Words: 1.8k
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Trope/Context: Reader is antisocial, not related to Wednesday Addams, but is the MC (storyline modified), Childhood friends to lovers <3, slowburn (A/N: One of my favorite tropes lmao, enjoy!)
Black settled into my room. Not the usual morning sunshine.
Rain and clouds.
Ever since I got to this school, nature has been turning darker and darker everyday. My own room, shared with dear Enid feels even more hollow than usual.
“You have to wake up, Y/N!”
“Yes Enid, you could wake up the dead with that perfume you spray on everyday.” I replied snarky.
“Rude.” I watched her get out of the room after I took off the covers from me.
I liked her, maybe it was a secret to anyone in my life, but I do like her. She is nice. Probably the nicest person you could ever meet that doesn’t kill people for fun.
My visions have been more intense recently. Anything I touch makes me afraid that I will discover something about it. It is scary; that pleasant feeling of being touched by a live wire, but not every minute of everyday.
For some obscure reason, I could not get a certain person out of my head.
Not Enid, you may ask, but a certain seer.
Xavier.
It is not for the usual teenage gossip type of thinking. He is my prime suspect as of whom the beast may be. The Hyde. The hidden Jekyll.
Everything about his behaviour, timing, thinking seems to fit so perfectly. Too perfectly.
“Thing. Please write something to you know who. Don’t make it cheesy. Make it brief.”
I turned my head to look at Thing only to ear a thumbs up from him. Well, that may be good enough to talk to a hand.
As I walked to go to class, that darkness felt even more closer. Like it was following me from behind my back. It felt like a tick was tickling my brain, to try and tell me something.
I arrived in class, only to find Xavier sketching something in his book. I approached silently only to find him adding shading to a cello.
My cello.
My instrument.
My brain cannot deal with this right now.
“Hi Y/N, always a pleasure seeing you around.” Xavier turned around, offering me a warm smile. That turned something in a stomach. Good? Bad? Weird?
I’ll take weird.
“Felt inspired by my serenade?” I offered him my signature glare, looking over his shoulder to see his drawing.
“Truly inspiring.” He turned back to his drawing, leaving me behind him.
Those scratches on his neck, so curious. No wonder he is my primary subject.
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1,947 notes - Posted November 26, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Xavier Thorpe - Believe Me
Warnings: Threatening Thing (JUSTICE FOR THING), mention of reader being hurt (no gore, no b!ood), overall just love and tension (ENJOY!)
Words: 1.4 k
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Context/Trope: Reader sneaks into Xavier’s room to find out about Rowan, he catches her. Basically, reader is an Addams (not like Wednesday) and with modified storyline with cheesiness.
I saw Xavier coming back from his run, hair wet, skin dewy, earbuds in his ears, his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest.
Dear, what a sight for my sore eyes.
He walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him; Thing slipped into his room before the door was closed. I heard another door slam; probably his bathroom door, which means; perfect timing for me to go find out all of his secrets.
I opened the door silently, shutting it quietly behind me.
His room looked like a normal boy’s room. Poster/paintings/drawings on his wall. An artist has to show their talent somehow. Thing looked for anything that could lead me to find out if there was anything about his dear ex-roommate, Rowan.
The one who tried to kill me two times.
[Flashback]
I got out of the infirmary, after that humiliating fencing experience, only to find out that it was raining.
Wonderful. I mean truly, this is quite uplifting.
I opened my umbrella, walked toward my room when I heard a vibration coming over me. I looked up only to find the statue of a gargoyle being tipped to fall on top of me.
This a peaceful death, I thought.
“Y/N!” I heard the familiar sound of a boy taking me by my waist and pushing me to the ground.
Everything was black after that.
[Xavier’s POV]
“Y/N!” I saw Rowan using his telekinesis to try and kill her. I took her by her waist just in time before the gargoyle hit the ground.
I had placed one of my hand under her head, hoping she didn’t break anything. I was almost on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest, tears prickling my eyes.
Please don’t let her be dead, I thought.
“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” I took her face in my hand, placing her gently in my lap.
No reaction.
I gently pressed my ear to her chest, hoping to hear something.
A heartbeat, another one. Thank God, thank whoever is out there.
I picked her up delicately and led her once again to the infirmary. The nurses told me she was okay, that she would’ve been killed if it wouldn’t have been for me.
“Please be okay, Y/N” I whispered. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I have.” I sighted, reassuring myself that she was okay. She will be okay.
She woke up minutes after my words.
“Y/N. Take it easy.” She sat up slowly from the bed, looking straight at me.
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Xavier Thorpe - Hurt
Warnings: Mention of gore, b!ood, and violence. Wednesday hurting reader. PTSD. Xavier being the best bf and doctor on Earth.
Words: 1.5 k
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Context/Trope: Reader is Xavier’s girlfriend, Wednesday is torturing her in the Nightshade library, he finds her and helps her
“Why are you doing this to me, Wednesday?” I almost screamed. Blood was coming out of every orifice in my body.
She had punched me in the head with a hammer, dragged me into the Nightshade library; where Xavier used to bring me, and tied me up to a chair.
“This isn’t personal, dear Y/N. I know what you are and you need to tell me who is your master.” She whispered so tonally and coldly.
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” I screamed now, she had brought out two tasers from her jacket, and tortured me over and over again.
“The Nightshades will make you pay, Wednesday. You can’t do whatever you wish in here!” I yelled now, the pain surrounding my body and my mind.
I heard two snaps, indicating that a fellow Nightshade member would soon be coming in. A small yet reassuring smile appeared on my face, bringing me some type of comfort.
I saw Wednesday panic as she approached me. “You say a word and I will carve your eyes out.” She threatened.
I saw her go up the stairs to block whoever was trying to come in.
I heard a quiet yet stern voice of a boy talking to her.
Xavier.
They were mumbling and he rose his voice, trying to get pass her.
“Help! Xavier!” I yelled, Wednesday saw me. That’s when I saw him. He was faster to come down then her as he took my face in his hands.
“What have you done to her, you psychopath!” He yelled. He untied me from my chair and pulled me into his arms.
Wednesday froze. She didn’t know that Xavier and I were together. At this point, I was full on sobbing into his chest, but he kept his embrace just as tight around me.
“Wednesday, you should go.” She just stood there, watching us, watching me. I was completely and utterly afraid of her. She terrified me and Xavier knew that. He could feel the way my whole body shook, the heavy tears wetting his shirt, my needy embrace around his chest.
He didn’t let go.
We both watched her walk up the stairs with all her torturing tools. I felt safe when I heard the statue shut the door.
Tears flooded out of my eyes once more. Sobs racked through my body as if a drill was going through my heart. No words came out of my mouth. No words came out of his. He simply held me. He checked my body for any major injuries which was mostly my head.
“I’m gonna bring you to my room, okay? You’ll be safe there.” He softly kissed my forehead, trying not to hurt me.
“I’m not sure I can walk, Xav.” I whispered, which was the only voice left in my body after all that screaming.
“That’s okay, princess. Hang on tight, we’ll be there in a minute.” He loosened his grip on my upper body only to pass one of my arms over his shoulder, taking my legs on his arms and carrying me out of that place.
“My head hurts.” I whispered as I passed out in his embrace.
[Xavier’s POV]
She passed out in my arms.
I looked at her for a minute, making sure she was still breathing. I know I should be taking her to the infirmary but it was too dangerous. Wednesday could do something again and I cannot risk that. Not for me, and especially not for Y/N.
I would never forgive myself if she got hurt because of me.
I carried her all the way back to my room, opening the door carefully; making sure nothing hit her by accident, and shut the door behind us.
I carefully placed her on my bed, placing her in one of her favorite zip-ups which was mine. She said it reminded her of me; of how comforting I smelled and I felt when I was around. That’s one of the most adorable thing she has said to me.
When I got scratched by my painting, I had gone into town to go buy some first aid stuff to heal my scars; hopefully that would be enough to help her.
I took the kit out of my drawer, taking out things I thought I may need.
Her head twitched slightly when I lifted my hand to clean up the cut on her eyebrow. She woke up, almost jumping off from the bed, but I cached her in time.
“Hey, hey it’s okay Y/N. It’s just me. Xavier. I’m not going to hurt you.” I felt her calm down by my touch, she leaned into my shoulder, breathing me in softly.
I guided her to lie down again, calming her down.
“Thank you, Xav. Thank you for saving me.” A few tears shed from the corner of her eyes. I wiped them away with my thumb.
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m your boyfriend. I’m always going to be here for you, no matter what.” I smiled softly as she watched me closely with her beautiful eyes.
I showed her the cleaning supplies, she shook her head softly, telling me it was okay for me to take care of her.
[Y/N’s POV]
Xavier was always soft with me. He would be the kind of guy to always act like a gentleman even if he had a bad day. He always made me his top priority.
I sharply exhaled when he passed the cotton pads around my head. That bitch did not miss, I thought.
I probably did have a concussion but Xavier has had plenty; he told me he’d take good care of me.
He put all the stuff away, telling me he was done cleaning me up. I had noticed that he had put one of my favorite zip-ups on me; one of his. I smiled slightly as the sight of that. Genuinely kind and cute move. God, I love this boy.
“All done, do you want one of my pants to be more comfortable in? You can sleep here.” He put the kit away; that he probably used for his scars on his neck. I nodded. He smiled slightly and handed one of his pair meanwhile he was helping me sit up.
My head did hurt; not a question, but it hurt way more than it did before.
“It’s the adrenaline. Same thing happened to me when I broke my nose. I received the soccer ball with my face and let me tell you that I laughed, and the teacher made me move my nose. It was ridiculous. Next thing I was aware was an X-Ray of my broken nose and a concussion for a while. Not fun, my mom had to wake me up every three hours only to check if I hadn’t died.” He confessed.
I laughed a little at the story, and it made me feel better.
He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head and helped me out of my bloodied clothes, having me lean on him for support.
“You need rest, love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He whispered, kissed me softly and sat down at his desk besides the bed.
He took his sketch book in his lap and scrambled endlessly at one of his masterpiece. I watched him softly for a couple of minutes.
“Xavier?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, princess?” He looked up from his book.
“Can you stay with me?” I knew he was right in front of me but I don’t think I would’ve been able to sleep without him.
He nodded, lifted up that blankets he had placed on my fragile body and wrapped me up in his embrace. My face was hitting the hard muscle of his chest, filling me up with a calm and quiet energy of the prodigy.
“Am I hurting you?” He whispered slowly, not wanting to startle me.
“No, you’re not. I’m okay.” I responded back, holding him tighter against me.
“Are you okay?” He placed again. He rearranged his head against mine, holding one of his hands to brush his hand in my hair.
“She may have tortured me, for her stupid accusation but I am okay. She hit me a couple of times, tazed me a couple of times but that was never enough to make me break. I had nothing to hide. I know it sounds terrible, but I will heal. I have you. I will always be more than okay if I have you by my side.” I rambled in his chest.
He placed a soft and loving kiss on the top of my head.
“I will care for you everyday. I always will and I swear on it. Get some rest, now. I’m not letting you out of my sight, princess.” He whispered lovingly.
“Creep.” I called out softly.
“I love you, too.”
Xavier Thorpe - Believe Me
Warnings: Threatening Thing (JUSTICE FOR THING), mention of reader being hurt (no gore, no b!ood), overall just love and tension (ENJOY!)
Words: 1.4 k
SHE/HER PRONOUNS
Context/Trope: Reader sneaks into Xavier’s room to find out about Rowan, he catches her. Basically, reader is an Addams (not like Wednesday) and with modified storyline with cheesiness.
I saw Xavier coming back from his run, hair wet, skin dewy, earbuds in his ears, his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest.
Dear, what a sight for my sore eyes.
He walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him; Thing slipped into his room before the door was closed. I heard another door slam; probably his bathroom door, which means; perfect timing for me to go find out all of his secrets.
I opened the door silently, shutting it quietly behind me.
His room looked like a normal boy’s room. Poster/paintings/drawings on his wall. An artist has to show their talent somehow. Thing looked for anything that could lead me to find out if there was anything about his dear ex-roommate, Rowan.
The one who tried to kill me two times.
[Flashback]
I got out of the infirmary, after that humiliating fencing experience, only to find out that it was raining.
Wonderful. I mean truly, this is quite uplifting.
I opened my umbrella, walked toward my room when I heard a vibration coming over me. I looked up only to find the statue of a gargoyle being tipped to fall on top of me.
This a peaceful death, I thought.
“Y/N!” I heard the familiar sound of a boy taking me by my waist and pushing me to the ground.
Everything was black after that.
[Xavier’s POV]
“Y/N!” I saw Rowan using his telekinesis to try and kill her. I took her by her waist just in time before the gargoyle hit the ground.
I had placed one of my hand under her head, hoping she didn’t break anything. I was almost on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest, tears prickling my eyes.
Please don’t let her be dead, I thought.
“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” I took her face in my hand, placing her gently in my lap.
No reaction.
I gently pressed my ear to her chest, hoping to hear something.
A heartbeat, another one. Thank God, thank whoever is out there.
I picked her up delicately and led her once again to the infirmary. The nurses told me she was okay, that she would’ve been killed if it wouldn’t have been for me.
“Please be okay, Y/N” I whispered. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I have.” I sighted, reassuring myself that she was okay. She will be okay.
She woke up minutes after my words.
“Y/N. Take it easy.” She sat up slowly from the bed, looking straight at me.
“That thing was about to fall on me, correct?” I nodded; she touched her head slightly with her hand.
God she is so beautiful. Her long Y/H/C hair that covered her face slightly, her pale yet sometimes rosy complexion. Her dark clothing, yet fits her so right. God, I am totally in love with her.
“Thank you, Xavier. For not letting me die.” She smiled at me.
No way. I’d never thought I’d see the day when Y/N Addams would smile at me.
“Anytime.” I offered a warm smile back, and we kept talking for a little while, still with my heart beating out of my chest, but in a good way this time.
[Present time, Y/N’s POV]
I looked around the place, finding an empty bed.
Rowan’s, I thought.
I looked under the mattress, not finding anything. His desk, empty. Everything was gone. Not even a single hair was on the mattress or the pillow that was left behind.
I switched my sight over to Xavier’s side.
Maybe there’s something that Rowan hid in there, I thought.
I looked on his desk where colored pencils and pens were spread out on the table.
His sketch book was the also, his initials carved on the leather cover.
X.T.
Such pretty details. I opened it, finding drawings of raven, spiders, sharply detailed drawings.
A cello appeared too. My face was the next page. All my features were correct, as if he drew this with me two inches from his face.
Another drawing of me, sleeping in the infirmary had me shocked.
Was he obsessed with me? Is he like Rowan? My thoughts were rattling through my head.
I was so in my space that when I turned around, I was face to face to the boy in question.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” He was very close to me; hair dripping wet, a hoodie on top of him and pyjama pants hanging on his hips.
I tried to get a logic and sane explanation out, but the stupidest thing came out instead.
“I came here because I thought Rowan might’ve hidden something that could’ve led to him to try to kill me.” I nervously fidgeted with my fingers behind my back, which is something I never, ever do.
“I don’t think there’s anything in my sketch book that might help you, Y/N.” I could practically smell what soap he used to clean his body, wash his hair.
“Right. I should go.” I tried to go but he trapped me by his desk with both of his arms on the desk.
“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He tilted his head so that he was leveling with mine.
“I did tell you the truth.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
“No, I think you’re here because you have something to tell me. Something that isn’t about Rowan, or the Nightshade or of what Thing found out.” Thing crawled out to be in Xavier’s sight.
He bent down to my ear, whispering slowly in it.
“Are you here to tell me that you like me?” He pulled back, still trapping me by his arms.
I could fell my cheeks heat up, my legs felt shaky and everything about me wanted to scream yes to him. To make him kiss me, touch me with his hands, to embrace me into his scent and make me his.
“That is in your dreams, Xavier. Or shall I say in your drawings too.” His face broke out into a smirk.
“What if I said that I liked you too, Y/N.” My eyes widened up, every part of me that was filled with anxiety left my body.
“I wouldn’t believe you.” I lied.
He bent down to tilt my head up to look up at him. He came closer to me, his lashes practically brushing my cheek.
“You don’t believe me? I’ll guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”
His lips met mine, a fire exploded in my heart, my brain, my everything. His lips were soft yet so passionate and kind. His damp hair tickled my cheek as I wrapped one of my hands by his neck, the other one in his hair. His other hand traveled down the valley of my back, caressing my upper back down to my waist. He pulled me closer to him, feeling the softness of his shirt yet the hardness of his body underneath.
We both pulled away to breathe and look at each other.
“Do you believe me now, princess?” I nodded repeatedly.
He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, I lifted my head up to kiss him again and he gladly accepted. I pulled back and looked at him.
“I’m sorry I barged in your room. I should’ve just asked you.” He rubbed his hands down my back.
“Do it again. I don’t mind.” I laughed a little, he did too.
I checked the time only to notice that I had to go meet Enid in our room.
“I have to go. Enid emergency.” I still looked in his eyes. Beautiful green eyes.
“Manis for her and Thing, got it.” He kissed me once again on the lips before we both pulled away from each other.
“So, you like me right, like this isn’t to get information out of me?” He asked, half joking.
“Yes, I like you, Xavier. Though I could still get information out of you anytime I want.” I winked, leaving his room as he was smiling and I walked back to my room.
Thing followed me from behind, all excited about his manicure.
“If you tell anyone what happened, I will rip out your nails.” I snarked, he shook slightly in fear before swearing he wouldn’t say anything.
I guess I did not fall in love with a psychopath.
Xavier Thorpe - Take my hands
Warnings: Mention of burial, dark humor(like at one place), overall fluff, scratches
Words: 1.8k
GN PRONOUNS
Trope/Context: Reader is antisocial, not related to Wednesday Addams, but is the MC (storyline modified), Childhood friends to lovers <3, slowburn (A/N: One of my favorite tropes lmao, enjoy!)
Black settled into my room. Not the usual morning sunshine.
Rain and clouds.
Ever since I got to this school, nature has been turning darker and darker everyday. My own room, shared with dear Enid feels even more hollow than usual.
“You have to wake up, Y/N!”
“Yes Enid, you could wake up the dead with that perfume you spray on everyday.” I replied snarky.
“Rude.” I watched her get out of the room after I took off the covers from me.
I liked her, maybe it was a secret to anyone in my life, but I do like her. She is nice. Probably the nicest person you could ever meet that doesn’t kill people for fun.
My visions have been more intense recently. Anything I touch makes me afraid that I will discover something about it. It is scary; that pleasant feeling of being touched by a live wire, but not every minute of everyday.
For some obscure reason, I could not get a certain person out of my head.
Not Enid, you may ask, but a certain seer.
Xavier.
It is not for the usual teenage gossip type of thinking. He is my prime suspect as of whom the beast may be. The Hyde. The hidden Jekyll.
Everything about his behaviour, timing, thinking seems to fit so perfectly. Too perfectly.
“Thing. Please write something to you know who. Don’t make it cheesy. Make it brief.”
I turned my head to look at Thing only to ear a thumbs up from him. Well, that may be good enough to talk to a hand.
As I walked to go to class, that darkness felt even more closer. Like it was following me from behind my back. It felt like a tick was tickling my brain, to try and tell me something.
I arrived in class, only to find Xavier sketching something in his book. I approached silently only to find him adding shading to a cello.
My cello.
My instrument.
My brain cannot deal with this right now.
“Hi Y/N, always a pleasure seeing you around.” Xavier turned around, offering me a warm smile. That turned something in a stomach. Good? Bad? Weird?
I’ll take weird.
“Felt inspired by my serenade?” I offered him my signature glare, looking over his shoulder to see his drawing.
“Truly inspiring.” He turned back to his drawing, leaving me behind him.
Those scratches on his neck, so curious. No wonder he is my primary subject.
“Stop glaring and sit down. I don’t bite.” He whispered. I snapped out of my mind, sat down besides him.
“I do like biting.” He looked up from his drawing, my Y/E/C eyes. His beautiful green eyes. He smirked a little bit before Ms. Thornhill started her class.
I don’t know what I was supposed to feel. How I was supposed to feel. Yes, he is my prime suspect but he saved me from Rowan. He was always somewhere, lurking in the shadows. My shadow not longer felt like one.
[Flashback]
“Help! Please someone help!” I heard screams coming from the casket. Hell, did that boy’s godmother come back from hell?
That thing did not sound like a women. More like a boy. I moved around the purgatory only to find a big red button with STOP on it.
“Ridiculous.” I pressed on it; the coffin stopped its way into the pit of fire. I opened the coffin only to find the boy. We were supposed to play hide and seek.
“What are you doing in here? This isn’t a place to hide” Xavier looked up at me with weary eyes.
“I thought it was original. Thank you though.” He got out of the coffin, still towering me with his height.
“You lost.” A smirk appeared on my face and we both walked away to back out there.
[Present, time skip]
I was wondering where Xavier had run to. He always abandons me for some random artistic calling of his. Thing appeared before me, updating me with some desperate news.
He handed me the note I had mention to give to Xavier.
Awn, Y/N Y/L/N has feelings for me.
Cute, though I know Thing wrote that.
Meet me in the cabin. 9 p.m.
Xavier
Weirdly, I felt my heart beat way faster than it normally should. I feel ill, not in a pleasant way, terrible ill way.
“I will end you, Thing.” He apologized immensely before pointing to something around the place.
He pointed the note, which looked like it was covered in some kind of dust. I did not look like dry paint or led dust. Ashes. How thoughtful.
He must know that I am suspicious of him; that I think he is the Hyde.
The darkness settled again, as if it was telling me that I was wrong; that my track was far from where I was headed. I pushed it away, snapped a glace at my clock only to find the time running fast. 8:51 p.m.
I have to go. Hopefully I make it out alive, and sane.
[Xavier’s art studio]
I knocked two times.
I’m hilarious, I’m aware.
“My favorite dead body has arrived!” He almost screamed as he opened the door.
He was wearing a red shirt, hair still damp and sweatpants low on his hips. As much as I hated to admit it, he had some sort of effect on me. I suddenly felt hot, uncomfortable in my own skin. I almost felt a smile creep up on my face.
“Tad bit dramatic.” I snarked, passing through him and the door. “I hope those weren’t you godmother’s ashes you sent.” His clean and fresh scent filled my head. Comforting.
He turned to me, closing the door behind him. He leaned on the door frame, crossed his thin long arms around his chest.
“Maybe, maybe not.” He looked at me dead in the eye. “What did you want to talk about?” The paintings surrounding me were dark and were all filled with the Hyde’s face. I had never actually been in here before but he caught me trying to get in.
“What is it of the Hyde that captivates you so, Xavier?” I turned around every wall to have a better look at his artistry.
“I keep having dreams about it. The only way I can get it out is by drawing it, even if it ends up with me getting scratched by my own drawing.” I snapped around to look at him rubbing his neck. There were three long scratches along it. I had noticed.
“Do they hurt?” Is a question I never thought I would’ve asked in my entire life. He tilted his head, approached me softly. He towered me even more than I would’ve thought.
He bent down to whisper in my ear. “Why aren’t you asking if I did this to myself?” He bent a little; looking at me dead in the eye.
“You have no reason to do this to yourself. I know you.” His gaze softened.
“You don’t think I’m the Hyde, then?” Shoot. He figured it out.
He stayed right where he was and I did not give him the satisfaction of fear or yet defeat in my eyes.
“Prove me you're not the Hyde, Xavier. Tell me I’m wrong.” I almost pleated, blinking endlessly.
“How can I prove this to you, Y/N? You are stubborn yet so deep into your theories.”
“Where were you when Eugene was attacked? If you tell me, you were here, and not wondering in the middle of the forest, I will believe you and drop this.” I sighted. “Please, tell me you weren’t out there.”
He stared almost blankly into my eyes. He stood up straight, passed his hands into his long hair and turned back to face me. “Take my hands, seek your answers.”
I could tell he was disappointed that I had asked him that. I dropped my bag on the floor, approaching him as slowly as he was.
His touch felt comforting and warm against my feverish skin. My head pulled back as I felt myself going under.
…
I woke up only to find Xavier hold me in his lap, passing his fingers in my hair softly, still holding one of my hands with his.
“Did you get your answers?” I nodded, proving to myself that he was not the Hyde.
“I’m… I’m sorry I doubted you. I shouldn’t have. You were the only person loyal to me, maybe except Thing.” I sat up from his lap, looking at him, both of us sitting on the floor of his Art space.
“Don’t be. We aren’t ten anymore. You know I’m innocent and I would’ve never, on my godmother’s grave have hurt all of those people and I think you may know that better than anyone.” Thunder roared behind us, I still felt his hand on mine but I did not pull away.
His Adam’s apple bobbed down a couple of times, as he looked at me deeply in the eyes.
“What did Thing tell you, in the note?” I nervously swallowed, his presence making me feel like a hormonal teenager.
“He told me that you, missy, have the biggest crush on me but is way too shy and antisocial to tell me. Is that true?” He tilted his head a little, making his hair brush his cheek.
I felt my own heart rush out of my chest. Thing was not lying.
“Thing isn’t lying.” I whispered lowly, tilting my head down. He reached his hand to tilt it back towards him.
As we were still close, he bent down to reach my ear, breathed in, and out making shivers run down my back.
“I hope you liked my godmother’s ashes or shall I say charcoal powder in the reply note.” He paused. I smirked slightly against his fiery skin.
“I like you too, Y/N.” He didn’t pull away but tilted my head once again towards him; making me look at his lips, green eyes, soft yet strong features.
I breathed shakily and leaned towards him. I felt his lips brush my own before he softly placed his lips upon mine. Electricity ran through me, with the satisfying after burn which was my heart heating up.
The darkness I had felt slowly pulled away, leaving my soul, and leaving at a certain state of peace.
His hand was soft against the skin of my cheeks, his lips soft yet delicate and passionate felt incredible on mine. He pulled away only to do it again, and again, and again.
I pulled away after a few second, feeling my heart flying like a hummingbird. “Not so bad?”
“Not bad at all, incredible if I must.” His gaze lightened, as he pulled me to kiss him again.
Two teenagers kissing on the floor of an art studio, two childhood best friends turned into…
Lovers.
dimitri pretending to be a fake strigoi with fake blood running out of his mouth— OH HELLO! *excuse me while i pick myself up off the floor
inject this level of vamp-sexiness directly into my bloodstream and make it my sexual orientation
I am unwell.
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN and DAEMON TARGARYEN in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) S01E05 | “We Light the Way”
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what the actual fuck, pls put back the old one
what the fuck is this
Eddie Munson - "You're my favorite person, Eddie"
Warnings: Mention of violence in beginning, Jason (go away), injury, mention of blood, or else; everything is sweet and fluffy for our best boy ;)
Words: 1.8k
SHE/HER PRONOUNS
Trope/Context: The strikeouts are intentional in the imagine!*All in Y/N's perspective. Childhood friends to lovers; there will be a flashback of their friendship before the main storyline.
A/N: I had to edit the whole thing; there were codes of the font and I have no clue how it happened. I'll keep checking on my Tumblr to see if it's my AdBlock that is causing this! Anyways, take care :)
[Y/N’s POV]
Finally, the bell rung.
It has been one of the worse days of the entire school year. Everything was long and boring. Even the teachers were out of it.
I packed everything in my bag, shutting my locker and walking towards the exit. I pushed the doors and as I was about to take the first stair, Jason bumped into me and made me miss all of the steps.
“Shit.” I must have hit my head on something; my lip was bleeding as well as my forearm and my leg. Jason and the rest of his douchy friends just laughed. No apologies.
I wasn’t surprised, not in the least.
“Y/N, are you okay? Who the fuck did this to you?” I heard someone run up to me, not even two seconds after falling.
Eddie.
With all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever.
“I don’t know. Jason pushed me and I-I-I think I hit my head-d-d-d. It hurts, Eds.” He helped me up, crouching at my level. He took my hand in his; his cold rings touching my burning hand. Hot. His other hand was on my upper back, making sure I could stand.
“Hey, hey. Look at me” He placed his hand delicately on my cheek, making me look at him.
“Can you stand?” I nodded.
“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. He saw the cuts and my nose started bleeding a little as well. “I’ll be back, okay. Just give me a second.” His jaw was tight. His delicate brown eyes burning with rage.
I watched him walk up to Jason, calling him as he turned around and punching him in the jaw. He got on top of him and screamed at him for hurting me.
I had never seen Eddie being so protective towards me.
Yes, we have been friends ever since middle school, but I’ve never seen him get mad, not even a tad bit frustrated.
He got up from Jason’s body and his preppy watched, walked away before facing Eddie’s rage. He bent down again to whisper something in his ear. Jason’s face changed, as if he was scared.
Eddie walked back towards me again. He placed one of his hands on my waist, taking my arm in his other to put it around his neck.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He flashed a soft smile at me. Even his eyes were so soft with me, all the rage had transferred to the asshole.
“That’d be nice, Eds.” I smiled a little.
He placed me in his car. His veiny, gorgeous hands strapped me in as I met his gaze.
He flashed me a small yet comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. He won’t ever get close to you again, I promise.”
A small, yet stunned smile appeared on my lips as he shut the door to drive me to his place, I imagine.
[Flashback, Y/N’s POV]
“MOM! I’m going to Eddie’s house. I’ll be back later.” I screamed to my mom before shutting the door behind me.
I took my bike, as he lived only five minutes away from me. I arrived to his house, knocking two times to say it was me.
“Hey, you.” Eddie appeared at the door, his head was shaved and he was wearing his infamous Corroded Coffin shirt. He let me walk into his house, going to his room and lying on his bed.
“So, what do you have for me today?” He was trying to create a D&D club and was thinking of ideas for his club. I told him I would help him find ideas. He’s my best friend.
He sat at his desk in front of me, taking out a piece of paper.
“Okay, okay. So, first, I thought maybe; Goblets and Goblins? I think it’s a little too... simple you know?” He looked up from his sheet.
“Mhm, it’s not bad, but I have to agree. It’s not screaming ‘EDDIE MUNSON’S CLUB’."
He laughed. His beautiful smile.
“Correct. Next up in line is; Dungeons & Flagons.” He looked proud.
“That will be a no for me.” I gave him a poor smile, he laughed at the sight of my face.
“Fair enough, last one.” He folded the sheet in half, looking at me directly in the eye. “You ready?”
“Please, impress me” I readjusted myself.
“What about, Hellfire Club?”
Perfect. Like him.
“That’s the one, Eds.” I was smiling so widely.
“Yeah! YES! YES! THANK YOU, Y/N. I couldn’t have done this without you.” He gave me his signature smile.
“You know, you’re my favorite freak.” My cheeks heated up. He was so adorable when he got so excited over something.
He smiled even more. “Damn right, I am.”
[Present time, Y/N’s POV]
The engine stopped meaning we were at his house. My mom wasn’t worried when I didn’t come home; she knew I would either be stuck at school or at Eddie’s house. She loved him. So, do I.
He helped me out of his car, placing my arm on top of his shoulders, holding my waist yet again. He led me to his room, and carefully placed me on his bed.
“I’m gonna go get the first aid kit. I’ll be right back.”
He walked out of the room as I looked around his room. I had been over a thousand times before but I always loved to look around his room. It was filled with metal band posters and his precious guitar which he only let me play including himself.
A loud thud could be heard from the bathroom. “Eds, you okay?” I tried to sit up but he appeared only to make me sit back down.
“Uh uh, no you sit, missy. You could have a concussion. I just dropped something on my foot. Clumsy me, you already know.” He crouched at the edge of the bed where I was sitting.
“I’ve patched myself too many times so I think I could become a nurse. What do you think of Nurse Eddie? Hm, does it suit me?" He imitated putting on gloves with that goofy smile of his.
Anything he does makes me want to kiss him.
It made me laugh, lifting my mood even through the pain.
His touch on my leg made my cheeks heat up.
He took an alcohol pad and started cleaning the wound on my leg. It stinged which made me grasp his shoulder.
He looked up at me, giving me a sad smile. “Sorry.” I nodded my head, and mouthed that it was okay.
He continued with me forearm which made me clutch my own hand in a fist, but he quickly took my hand in his to let me squeeze it.
This boy can read me like an open book.
As he continued to my lip and my not-so bleeding nose, he hesitated to put his hand on my face. His eyes met mine.
“It’s okay, Eds. You won’t hurt me.”
“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I shook my head.
He let his hand slip on my face, sending shivers down my spine.
Holy fu-
His fingers, covered with rings grazed my hair on the side of my face as he started to clean the rest of the wounds.
I admired every single thing about him. He’s so pretty and kind and so fucking adorable. God, if I could marry him, please I would’ve already.
This boy means everything. I can’t lose him. I get lost into those eyes and those beautiful lips of his.
Fuck, I’m head over heels.
His eyes stared at my lips as he cleaned the cut delicately. I stared into his eyes which were directed to my lips. My cheeks always warmed up when he would touch me or say something like a cheesy pick-up line.
I didn’t realise he had finished until his eyes met mine. I looked down, flustered.
He pulled back his hand only to lift my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“I think you’re blushing, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. I think my heart did a back and a front flip inside my chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Eds.” He cocks his head to the smile only to drop everything from his hands, placing them on the bed, right by my thighs.
He leaned closer to me, putting all of his weight on the mattress, making me look at him dead in the eye.
I could feel his breath against my lips as he leaned much closer to my face.
I couldn’t breathe until his lips met mine.
They felt soft against my own. The doll taste of cigarettes on his lips that matched him so well. He went in for a second, still gentle and passionate kiss.
Only this time, I placed one of my hands on the side of his face and the other to the back of his neck.
Fireworks were shotting all through me.
I never wanted to let go from him.
He felt so soft and comforting. He was mine. And I was his.
We both pulled back from the kiss, still breathless.
“I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I was 11.” I softly told him. A soft smile lit up his face.
“And I’ve been waiting to that ever since the day I met you, beautiful.” Beautiful.
Another soft smile dropped on my face. “Eddie?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” Oh god. The butterflies.
“What’d you say to Jason before you went back to me?” I was curious, only because of the expression on his face.
“I told him and I quote: ‘Stay away from my girl, or else I’ll come back and to do this all over again. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, and don’t even think ‘bout her.’”
“Mhm, so you can read the future now, dungeon master?” I teased.
“You know what they say, I’m the freak. I’m still your favorite freak though, right?” He asks curiously.
“You’re my favorite person, Eddie. You always will be.” He smiled softly as he pulled me into his arms by the side of the bed.
“Ahh. That’s good to know, love. You’re mine now, right? All mine? Nobody else’s?” He whispered in my ear. “‘Cuz I’m all yours.”
“I’m yours, Eddie. Always.” I sweetly whispered in his ear. I nuzzled in his neck, feeling all of him.
“Always.”
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