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Hello!! I'm Raven or Rei whichever works! I will start writting fanfics, please don't be mean, i'm new to writting fics.

Okay, now let's get some rules laid.

1. I will only write x reader fics.

2. NO SMUT. I only write fluff, platonic and angst.

3. No minor x adult, if i will write for a minor it's platonic ONLY.

4. No gore (mild only), suggestions of r4p3, and things like that.

Least but not last! The fandoms i'll write for:

1. Honkai Impact 3rd (if you're a male, requesting for non platonic and it's something romantic, i will not reply);

2. Honkai star rail

3. Ajin: demi-human (Nagai Kei, Nakano Ko, Kaito, Shimomura Izumi, Tosaki Yu)

That's kinda all for now, but this will change from time to time. Okay, thanks for reading!!

Requests: OPEN

STATUS: WRITING

Hello! I’m Kage, you can call me K.T!

I do fluffs, oneshots, incorrect quotes and small stories

I specialize in fluff and incorrect quotes, but feel free to request anything! (I dont do smut)

Follow my “extra’s” account! Kxgetaiga!

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-K.T

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

๑ Feel free to interact with me, I’m not opposed to speaking to new people and taking advice from others. I enjoy talking to you all and reblogging things I like. 🫶🏾

๑ NOT every character I write will be black, there are times where I will write for black reader strictly but I always want everyone to be open about what they want their Y/N to look like.

๑ Any type of things that are written in my fics will have a warning. If I forget something let me know don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as possible.

๑ MY BLOGS ARE SAFE FOR EVERYONE EXCEPT PEDOS, TRANSPHOBES, HOMOPHOBES, ANYTHING THAT FITS THE REGULAR DNI. You are NOT wanted here.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑?, I write for BTS, SEVENTEEN and TXT

Occasionally, I will write about darker subjects, dark smut, dark content. (In-detail murder, Yandere, stalking, obsessive, dub-con etc.) If you’re not comfortable with that I will not ask you to leave, but I will always give warning on those blogs when I do write about those things so you will know before hand before you read it to avoid it.

𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 anything to do with pedophilia, any sexualizing underage characters, anything to do with piss & shit and race play.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 taking requests, just let me know what member of which group you want me to do and a scenario you would like to see them in. Angst, fluff, Agegap (no less than 19.) And I’ll get to it when I’m able to.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃, I am inspired by hobicakess, ctrlhope, winedarkthoughts & many more. Thank you for taking the time to read.

𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐔 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝟐𝟒 - ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ.

Gojo x reader fem

tell me if i should do a masc one, btw smut warning, sensitive content, still new to this so im gonna go soft do critique me pls!

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Its a lazy saturday morning your on the couch reading your book some pages even make you blush.

the you hear a buzz from your phone "Bzzz...Bzzzz...BBBRRRING"

"ugh, god damnit this better be important" you flip your phone over to see 2 messages and a missed call from gojo what does this shithead want from you today

you and gojo had a stict FWB situation nothing more,or s you thought....

you check his texts and this fucker send you a white kitten gif with a text underneath it saying "good morning sweet cheeks, howd you sleep" with a little :3 at the end. you dont quite know what he wants with you but it cant be good thats for sure. you decide to text him back "what do you want gojo?" he responds in 30 seconds "i mean i think yk what i mean ;3....." your kidding me i think to myself "fine" i respond

30 minutes later hes at my house he knocks on the door and as i open it hes leaning on the door frame staring at me and looking me up and down with a smirk on his face,

"good morning beautiful" he says in a flirty voice hes wearing a tight compression shirt and grey sweatpants oh and how he knows what happens when he wears it

tbh just seeing him kinda turns me on and his outfit i already saw his pants and he knew what he was doing to me. I let him inside and close the door he whispers in my ear "you look charming in those clothes but beautiful with out them" he breaths hot air down my neck "I could say the same for you, toru~"

i lightly grab his face and bring him in for a kiss, because of his height i have to get on my tippy toes just to reach him but then he lifts me up by my waist and my legs wrap around him.

using one hand to run a finger from my neck and and down my spine and holding me, being in his arms felt like heaven and it was glorious he knew how to hold me kiss me even fuck me ecspecially the last one.

he pushes his lip into mine, as our lips disconnect a line of drool comes out. he knaws slighty on my chin before returning to clashing againts my lips.

as the tension between us grows like a magnet he places me on the counter feeling every curve of my body, and placing one of his hands under my shirt cupping my breast lighly rubbing the nipple he pulls his face to my neck and starts marking it with his teeth practically claiming me, i let out a soft moan as he pinches my nips and he bites hard and run another finger down my back exciting all my nerves and as i think hes about to keep going he pushes me farther on the counter.

"undress~"he says demandingly but also calming he knows hes won

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should i continue it? lemme know and i would love comments since this is my first ever actual story and i kinda like it let me know what yall like and what u dont like! adios have a great day or good night drink water and take care of urself mwah

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hey bff!! im sav or also known as jiminsblondehair ❦

✧ .・゜゜・✧ .・゜゜・✧ .・゜゜・✧ .・゜゜・

⁝ sav 🪽bts enjoyer since ‘22!!

⋆ ࣪. she/her :･ﾟaquarius ◟6teen◝

obsessed with romcom and 80s coming of age moviesₓₒ

@sod4sgirl is my spam!

my works 𝝑𝝔

master list

‘ㅤ🐚 falling in love it's 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 no limit

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im writing for the first time, its fun but its so hardd 😣😣

│ 𝓳. jungkook ￤obsessed.

a/n: OMGEE im so nervous to post this bc it took a lot of work nd idk if I like itttt😞😞 lmk if there’s anything that needs fixing but here it isss!!

⋆ ࣪.✩ got this idea from a pin I saw on pinterest and thought I should write abt it!! first time writing so ntm..anyway enjoyy ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

it was a warm summer night with a light breeze, the sun was setting and there was a golden hue in your apartment, your vanity was cluttered with all your makeup. from primers and foundation to blushes and lash sets— you reapply your 5th layer of summer fridays pink sugar lip balm, and with one last good look in the mirror, you decide your ready to show your best friend taehyung your final look. “do I look okay?” you question, not so sure if the pink summer dress your wearing looked so good.

“you look stunning,” tae knew you had little self esteem so he had been trying to get it up by saying compliments and such. “now do a little twirl f’me doll.” he muttered, you spun around in a circle, your dress sparkling in the sun and your hair flowing. “got all your stuff?” taehyung asked, you checked your purse and grinned at him.

“yup! im all good” you replied, hugging him one more time before you say goodbye and go on your date.

“call me when its done, ‘kay?” taehyung whispered, stroking your hair while swaying you side by side.

you nod in response, glancing at the clock that read 6:30 on your bedroom wall. “see you tae,” you squeezed him a little before letting go, with one last glimpse of your best friend you close your apartment door and head out.

the bell of the cafe door rang as you entered, you step in looking around for a pair of ebony eyes and thick jet black hair, you notice him waving his hand signaling for you to come over.

“glad you made it safe,” jungkook breathed out, his muscles relaxing as you embrace him in a hug. “thought you wouldn’t have made it”

“none sense! i wouldn’t bail out on you..” you mumble the last few words, but if jungkook wasn’t standing as close to you he wouldn’t have heard you. but he did.

you both sit down at the table and conversate for an hour or so, talking about how different life has been for the both of you since you’ve both started college. you may not have noticed but he had been studying your features while you were talking, like how you mess with your earrings when you talk—or how you reapply your lip balm after every 5 minutes. every little thing you did he noticed it all.

you both decide it was getting late and it was time for you to start heading back to your apartment, you knew you should call taehyung but considering the time..you didn’t want to disturb him. so here you are, having jungkook walk you home at 8 o’clock at night.

jungkook walks you up the stairs in front of your apartment, signaling that your guy’s date is over.

“thank you for today” you smiled, remembering the conversations you both had.

“anytime,”

you both study at each others features, you notice he does the triangle method which makes you giggle.

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“no,” you smile “you just look cute”

and without thinking you give him a peck on lips, while he stands there in awe.

you grin, “good night koo” and with one swift move you enter your apartment building.

the next day you wake up to see you got a text from jungkook earlier in the morning.

kook 🎀: hey! i really enjoyed last night, i was wondering if you would wanna go on another date w me to the movies some time? i know it seems sudden but there’s just something about you…hope that didn’t sound too weird but I would really wanna get to know you more.

sent 5:15

you smile to your self and replied to him,

me: hey koo, sorry for replying late..I slept in😣 but I would love to go on another date with you!! just let me know the time and when :)

read 7:45

kook 🎀 hearted this message.

deep down you know what has gotten him obsessed… you’ve seen ratings about your summer fridays lip balm having men be addicted so thats the main reason why you bought it. later on in the day you go on the website and write a review,

‘kissed a boy the other day with this on and now he’s obsessed with me so like… run don’t walk’

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┃ 𝓳. jungkook ￤princess treatment.

⋆｡˚✩ a/n: hiii! decide to post again since my post did really good?? (surprisingly 😭) this is more of like little blurbs instead of actual writing but wtv!!! enjoy 💓

warnings: intoxication?? i think this is all but lmk!!

reblogs and cmnts are appreciated ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

• jungkook is DEFINITELY the kind of guy to treat his girl like a princess, so when he spoiled you on your birthday it wasnt a surprise.

• the pin pad made a chime signaling that the transaction went through, the woman behind the counter handed you your LV shopping bag. you thank her as you and jungkook walk out of the store,

• “you don’t have to spoil me y’know..” you protest (or at least try to), jungkook chuckles as he kisses the top of your forehead

• “it’s my baby’s birthday, of course im gonna spoil you. if i could I would give you the world.” he whispers the last sentence, but since you guys are walking together hand in hand it wasnt hard for you to hear him.

• you looked at him with an affectionate gaze, not realizing you had been doing this for while he looks at you with a sheepish grin.

•”what..do i got somethin’ on my face?” he touches to make sure nothings there but you just giggle at him. he tilts his head in confusion, his doe eyes sparkling while doing so.

• “it’s nothing koo, you just sound cute when you talk all lovingly..” you smile at him and he scratches the back of his neck with an awkward smile,

• you stand on your tippie toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek, you grab his hand and lead him farther into the shopping center.

(THEY MAKE ME SICKKK OMG.)

• the rest of the day had been spent with you and jungkook going around the mall buying everything you had wanted, especially the cute custom necklace you had bought with kooks initial.

• “thank you hun!,” he sways the both of you side by side as you embrace him in a hug.

• “anything for my pretty girl” jungkook stated.

• you had never felt more blessed to be with someone like jungkook, he treats you like a princess. he cares so much about you, he tries to understand you when something is wrong, and overall you can tell he truly does love you.

• “im sorry to let go baby..but im kinda hungry from walking around all day” jungkook sighs and you loosen your grip around him. still hugging him, you look up at him and ask,

• “where ya wanna go then?” you rest your chin on his chest and wait for an answer.

• “it’s your day angel, you pick” you smile up at him and with that the two of you head out to your car to finish the day off with dinner.

• you absolutely love when jungkook spoils you but in the back of your mind you also know that your gonna have to spoil him 10x more on his birthday.

little blurb bc I thought of it while writing 🙊

“baby are you sure about this?” you hesitate for a second, wondering if this was a good idea since kook was a little very intoxicated.

you two had gotten some drinks at a bar and since it was your birthday jungkook thought you both should loosen up by getting a few drinks (guess who had more than a few!!), but while you guys were at the bar table he kept babbling about wanting to get a tattoo of both of your guys initials. at first you thought he was just drunk and was just joking around..but he kept talking about it and you no longer thought he was kidding.

so here you are, waiting for kook to finish getting his tattoo. about 30 or so minutes pass and you see him walk out with a big smile on his face, he shows you the tattoo with both of your guys initials in a heart.

“it looks amazing koo, but lets get going now..yea?” you grin at him and he responds with a soft nod. you pay the artist and thank him as you guys leave the shop.

you take his hand and you both head home into the night.

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┃𝓴. taehyung ￤best part.

thank you for the support on my recent post!! it really means a lot to mee (TT)

˚｡⋆✩ my favv daniel caesar song :) end is a bit rushed cuz I finished this at 3 am 😭 anyways enjoy!!

warnings: flare gun? lmk if there r moree

reblogs and cmnts are appreciated ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

it was a long day, you were extremely exhausted from your school work, you had two upcoming test and haven’t had the time to study for them yet. you and taehyung have been keeping in contact but haven’t seen each other in weeks, you miss him so much and you know he misses you too.

one of the things you miss about hanging out with taehyung is how he would come over a rant about his day while you organize or clean, you absolutely love it when taehyung comes over when you clean. it’s like a highlight of your day, listening to him talk about whatever on your bed. it makes your day 10x better, so when you got home you called tae and asked him to come over, taehyung answers and says he’ll be there in 20.

while you wait you decide to watch a romcom in your room but then remember how messy it’s been. you sigh from thinking about it and start cleaning but then hear a ring from the doorbell.

“wait a minute!” you shout loud enough for the person to hear from outside.

you rush to get up from the area you were organizing at and make yourself towards the door, you open it to find a pair of brown eyes looking at you with amusement. he holds in a laugh as he sees your disheveled hair and the way you lean against the door frame.

“yea, yea whatever…” you scoff, a smile forming on your face.

you tell taehyung about the mess but to your surprise he doesn’t seem to care at all, only wanting to be by your side and to talk to you. tae sits on your bed to tell about his day while you finish cleaning up the section in your room you were tidying up before.

“I know! and then she had the nerve to say, ‘im sorry but, sleeping in my class is unacceptable.’ like maybe actually teach and I won’t fall asleep??”

taehyung was complaining about how his history teacher had given him detention for dozing off in class. you completely agree with tae though, why become a teacher if your not gonna teach the class?

you hum in agreement while cleaning up your vanity from the plastic cups, forgotten press on’s, and books. you look around your room to see that your halfway done cleaning, a smile appearing on your face when you hear taehyung ask if your still listening.

“obviously I am, now keep talking about lucas. i didnt know he left the group!”

he keeps talking about many topics after this actually.. like how some girl at the school got caught making out with the p.e teacher, and how some freshman left a flare gun in his locker and it went off. breakfast club reference??

you enjoy it though, listening to him talk about everything while you were cleaning. it makes you feel calm and more productive, in some way it’s sort of comforting.

so when the time comes for you two to say goodbye it makes you upset, so taehyung cheers you up by pinky promising that you both will make time to see each other again. he kisses your pink to seal the promise and with that he leaves while waving goodbye.

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@purpleyoonn I found it!!!! I know why I never knew it existed!

My Grammerly add-on was covering it! I am currently going thought and fixing this! Especially with any chapters of more than like 500 words!

Thank you for mentioning this note! It really helps newbies, newbs, baby writers, new posters, and dumbdumbs like me!

💜💜💜

i'm not gonna lie, i wish more writers on here would make use of the cut-off option things for long texts. i would rather not have to scroll for minutes just to move on from a post.

it may just be me and that's fine. but sometimes it is inconvenient and annoying.

this thingie ⬇️ is what i'm talking about.

but also, i kind of mean this to be more like a rant because i totally tried to scroll past a ch for 3 minutes that was a huge trigger warning that didn't have any tags and was about rape and abuse on an mc by a bts member. so please please please learn to tag fic. 🙏🏻 😭

but yeah sometimes it is inconvenient and annoying

rant over now sorry guys😭😂

Hello! I came a cross your blog and I really like your writing! Your writing are very in characters and I LOVE IT! Is it okay to request some fluff headcons of Nanami, Yuuta and Yuuji telling their chubby S/O(female or male S/O, up to you!) that they love their softness? If you are uncomfortable of writing it you can ignore this ask and have a nice day or night!

Ok so i didn’t know if you meant soft as in physically or emotionally but i just went with physically. Also I sadly have no access to the JJK manga so i don’t know who Yuuta is yet so i just did Nanami and Yuuji! Also i just did a Female reader

Warnings: Hints of past Intercourse, and my friend said to mention that some characters are under aged.

Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji never really cared much for other people’s opinions so in the beginning he never really noticed how much people’s words hurt you.

He noticed when someone had made a comment about him being super fit and you being ‘fat’. The pink haired puppy almost lost his temper when he heard that.

The small words of encouragement and soft touches from him would start up shortly after.

Yuuji even went softer when you two were being intimate.

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Yuuji ran his hands up and down your sides as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. His mocha colored eyes filled will love and adoration.

“Promise me something...” Yuuji whispered, breaking the sweet silence in the room. You hummed, as you smiled at him in the mirror.

“depends on what your going to ask.” You say as his large hands begin to travel towards your breast.

“Promise me that you’ll never try to be as skinny as the other girls” He said as he began to kiss up and down your neck. “No matter what they say.. i love everything about you,..”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest. “..And i especially love how soft you are~”

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

Nanami Kento

Nanami could notice every little thing about you, even before the two of you were together. He was able to notice how much your weight bothered you, even before he knew your name.

When you two started dating he made sure he bought you clothing he knew you’d like, and if you didn’t like it, then he’d make you like it. 😈

Similar to Yuuji, He gets mad when people talk bad about you but he doesn’t show it. He just holds it in and if it’s someone from work, then he’ll find some way to fuck up their day (or week)

.•° ✿ °•.

You laid in bed next to nanami, your chest heaving up and down. Nanami looked over at you and gave you one of his rare smiles. The blonde loves the way the light, whether it be sun or moon light, kissed your skin.

“what are you looking at?” You said with a giggle. You rolled over onto your side and ran a hand through Nanami’s sweaty hair.

“I want you to know that I will love you no matter what others say about you or your body.” he said lightly as he leaned into your hand. “I love how soft you are not only emotionally, but also physically”

You blushed lightly and felt tears brim in your eyes. “I... thank you ‘nami”

°•. ✿ .•°

Hi, welcome to my page

I've been reading fanfiction on tumblr for a while, I'm a fandom enthusiast, so I thought I'd give it a try at writing, I'll do one shots of several fandoms and I'll take requests, here are the fandoms I write for:

Star Wars

Prequels Trilogy and Clone Wars Era

Anakin Skywalker

Obi Wan Kenobi

Padmé Amidala

Ahsoka Tano

Captain Rex

Arc trooper Fives

( I can take requests of more characters)

Original Trilogy and Empire Era

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Cal Kestis

Sequels Trilogy

Poe Dameron

Rey Skywalker

(because she is in fact a Skywalker with Luke and Leia's blessing)

Finn

Armitage Hux

Harry Potter

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Cedric Diggory

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Evans

Marvel

James Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

(You can send requests for more characters but I will need more details about the situation you may want)

Scenarios I feel comfortable writing

Oneshots/imagines

Headcanons

SFW alphabets

NSFW alphabets*

Scenarios/genres I will write

Fluff

Angst

Smut* 

Romance 

A combination of those stated above

*I want to be clear about the fact that even if I'm not new to the world of fanfiction itself, I am new to the world of actually writing it, If I make any mistakes please let me know in the most respectful way so I can do better*

Please include descriptions about your looks and personality in your requests along with your pronouns.

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT HERE

sup, im here to do nothing but write fanfics about my s/o and if yk me before today you didn't, please

If you want me to write about something that's not a character of Tom Blyth just ask me and ill look it up and try to do it correctly!

just probably should start with this before writing yk?

Character Sheet

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Name: Dean Baker-Fitzgerald

Nicknames: Deanie, Blondie

Age: 16

DOB: September 15th, 2007

Place of birth: Wichita, Kansas

Nationality: Italian-American

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 180lbs

Build: athletic

Eye Colors: Blue (left), Green (right)

Hair Color: Blonde

Personality Type: ESDJ (caregiver)

Positive Traits: Outgoing, Athletic, Sweet

Negative Traits: Naive, Trusting, Oblivious

Hobbies: Track, Basketball, Cooking, Violin, Writing, Gardening

Interests: Music, Hockey, Basketball, Outdoors, Plants, Baseball

Religion: Baptist

BLOODSTAINED ART

So I got this Idea for a book and I will be posting it here, I hope you like it!

-Being a serial killer is easy when you know how to hide a body. Though, it does take time when you have a little horror artist following you around-

"THE TWISTED ENCOUNTER"

'Pearlskeep'

Surrounded by wilderness and plain, the big town is filled with interesting places and people. It could be mistaken for a small city, since the structures are more modern, nothing like a town of agriculture and such. Buildings of different shapes and sizes, all of them either occupied by families or used as restaurants, cafes, parks, a high school, a mall.. the usual things, of course. 

It seems like a normal, peaceful town. Which it is. The locals are quite friendly in this town, even a stranger would help you when and if you're in need. One year, the town was nominated as the friendliest town in the state, which the mayor speaks proudly of every change he gets. 

Though, a few years ago, the town was suddenly cursed by it's own 'monster'. 

'The Pearlskeep Mad Dog' is the person that has been giving the town a hard time, the police especially. The person was given that name since they're known for his mad behavior on his victims.  The Mad dog mutilates peoples bodies, mangles them, places them in weird places and positions, sometimes missing a limb, or maybe the whole body and just a finger of the victim. There would be so much blood on the scene of the crime, you'd think it would've been a pig slaughter if it weren't for the human parts found lying around. 

Ever since the towns killer appeared, the graveyard has been getting a whole lot of new people bury. It caused for it to expand, new people to bury every week, some young, some middle ages, and some were just with normal deaths. But it is for certain that 'The Mad Dog' has been responsible for peoples deaths and disappearances, for the weekly blood baths of gore. 

The notorious serial killer had become a scary story, to haunt children to not go out at night, to listen to their parents and stay indoors. It leaves even adult's legs to shake, from the monster that prowls the streets, leaving mutilated bodies, blood and gore in his wake as he walked the streets at night. A supposed lunatic was terrorizing the town, and who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Some had done drastic measures, making rules of their way of living and having a certain time when they lock their doors and windows, most remained normal and walked alone at night with a bit of confidence, and the other's rarely leave their homes, ordering food and doing work online. 

"You remember what I told you?"

The woman looked at her daughter with a stern yet worried look, handing her some money. The daughter sighed and looked up at he mother as she tied her shoes, a bit of her loose hair getting in the way of her face. 

"Don't talk to strangers if you can, go to the store, buy the milk and come back as soon as possible."

The girl spoke, standing up as she locked eyes with her mom, then added in a more quiet tone, shifting her weight from one foot to another. 

"I know."

Placing the money in her jacket's pocket, she opened the door with no hesitation, walking out without another word, not even looking back at her worried looking mother, who shut the door after the girl left eyes sight. 

Every step she took, it was like her life was on the line. Since it was past the curfew her mom has made, she never really saw the streets in the nights atmosphere, well, ever since the deranged killer was on the loose. It felt like it was just yesterday, the day everything went crashing down because of the murders that were going up ever since that week, the number of grewsome deaths. Her mother didn't take it lightly, not at all. The girl remembers how her mother lied in her bed after she locked all the doors and windows, holding her close as she slept. 

It took her a while to get used to the curfew her mother had made, but it was all for her life's sake, so she was safe and sound. 

The evening struck, and it was late, but not too late as well. The stores, restaurants and bakeries still had to work their usual work hours, from 10 pm to even 1 am. The streets weren't as quiet as well, muffled music from the nearby club and bar could be heard in the distance, a few dogs barking  and the sounds of cars being driven were clear as day. 

As normal as it seemed, the young girl entered the nearest store and searched through the isles, looking for the milk her mother told her to buy. The store was nearly empty, with only her, the cashier, and a mysterious tall man that was standing nearby, putting random products in his cart. Soon, as she spotted the isle full of milk cartons, she took one and quickly went to the cashier to check out. The cashier looked at the girls as he swiped the carton across the scanner, a look of tiredness in his eyes. The man didn't speak until he looked at the computer monitor and said the price. 

"That would be 3.99 miss." 

The girl placed the 5 dollar bill on the counter with a slight slam, taking the milk carton from the mans hand and walking out the store as she yelled to the man.

"Keep the change!" 

She walked out with a quickened pace, leaving the cashier stunned for a moment, then he shrugged, going back to just standing there. Clearly rushing to go home, the girl continued to walk the same quickened pace. She could run, but that meant tripping and falling on accident. 

Now, she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings, and she now was walking the wrong path. She didn't quite know where she had gone, her face consorting into a look of both panic and confusion. 'Where am I even going?' She asked herself, her mind now racing as she found herself in a dark alley. It was almost pitch darkness if it weren't for the light that was attached to the apartment building, shining the way to make her see better. Though, it wasn't really much to see, only brick walls and concrete ground, a small dumpster in the corner, which had a few rats running around.

The girl didn't even get to try to turn around before a pair of built arms wrapped around her tightly, one being placed on her mouth as the other tried to hold her in place, the milk carton falling on the ground the second later. She struggled greatly, her body shivering, her legs trying to kick the person that got a hold of her. 

"Now, now, don't be scared."

The man whispered into the girls ear quietly, a sinister, playful and malicious hint in his voice, surprisingly calm in this situation. This only made a shiver go down the girls spine as she heard him speak, a few tears running down her cheeks as she continued to struggle to get out of the man's grasp, but that just made his grip go tighter on her, now squeezing her. Her lungs almost lost the air in them. 

"This will only hurt for a moment-" 

The man pushed the poor girl onto the ground, making her back up, pushing herself backwards as tears continued to stream down from her eyes, even more panic settling in as she locked eyes with her attacker, her body shacking in fear and panic. 

It was the same man from the store, the one that she couldn't take a good glance of. 

His piercing hazel eyes locked with hers, his pupils shrunk and held a hint of pure madness, a wide crooked smile on his face as he stepped closer to the girl, his black boots scraping on the concrete floor slightly as he moved closer. The man's unkempt long brown hair was hanging loose, framing his face. His presence was chilling, and he seemed to enjoy the fear that he was causing. 

The man took out a blade from his pocket, staring at it for a moment, then looked back at the terrified girl. 

"..But it will hurt a lot!" 

He let out a sinister chuckle, pulling the girl by her shirt, making her body get closer to him. The grin on his face seemed to grow even wider, if that's even possible, and he stabbed the girls in the stomach, causing her to let out a cry of pain. This only made him sink the blade deeper into her stomach, twisting it, slowly making a cut down, making a big hole. Blood was dripping on the concrete ground, a lot of it, getting on both his clothes and the poor girl, that fell victim to his madness. 

He proceeded to stab her a few more times in the chest, holding her limp body as he did so, cutting her open. He couldn't help but laugh from what he was doing, the pleasure of the pain he was causing was immense. The pain and suffering he inflicted to his victims was like some game for him, like it was normal to do. And he loved it, the thrill of it all. 

The man stopped cutting the body after a few moments, letting go of the girls mutilated corpse and let it fall to the ground with a thud. The blood was everywhere, soaking his clothes and ground, even the walls of the alley. Blood dripped from his soaked knife, the droplets falling on the corpse's face. His breath was hitched, the wide grin still on his face as he breathed heavily, his mouth slightly open. 

'The Mad Dog' did his magic, another victim now on his kill count. 

The killer took a moment to calm down, still panting. His shrunk pupils slowly became normal, his crazed smile consorting into a rather normal one. But now, his clothes were drenched in blood, so he had to be more sneaky until he got to his so called 'home'. 

The light that was on the wall started to loose power, flickering for a moment, and then turned off completely, making the man scoff in annoyance. He turned around and walked towards the light, going out in the street before he decided to quickly run off, not looking back. But, he didn't have much energy left so it only took him a few feet to get out of breath, leaning on the wall of the apartment building for support as he tried to catch his breath again. 

As he did so, he could've sworn he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and entering the alley he just got out of. Something about that made him tense up. Somebody might've heard the girly cry and decided to investigate. They'll probably call the police if they see the body, though it wouldn't be that possible if it was pitch black there. Which it was, unless the person had a flashlight with them. 

He was now thinking of what he was supposed to do. Should he go back and confront the person and possibly kill them, or let them be? 

The mad killer sighed and turned around, going back into the alley, where he saw a flash from a phone. Someone taking pictures of the crime he committed moments before. They were taking pictures of every angle they could, looking at the mutilated corpse, but never looked up. From the flashes, the features weren't so well to see, but the person looked fairly young. A boy, maybe? 

He looked like a typical student, a nerd even, with those glasses on. A bag was on their back, a intrigued look on his face, his grey eyes glimmering in wonder, like the boy just saw something more interesting than terrifying. It was interesting for the killer to see, especially when someone is looking at the gory scene like it's a work of art. 

"What ya doing there, kid?"

The man finally spoke up in his normal sinister tone, his piercing gaze never leaving the young man. The boy flinched, almost falling on top of the corpse as he looked in the direction of the voice, his head perking up. He soon stepped away from the body and flashed the light of his phone towards the killer, who tilted his head in amusement. He let out a sinister chuckle and leaned on the wall again, remaining calm as he waited for the boy to react. 

The young man's eyes widened slightly as he looked up and down at the man, observing his features, taking his attention on his blood soaked clothes. In stead of taking a step back, he walked closer to the man, just staring at him in silence. His grey eyes met the crazed ones, the ones that had a tinge of madness, then spoke, his voice slightly shaky and quiet. 

"I was.. taking pictures of your.. crime." 

The young man spoke truthfully, his hand running through his short black hair. He was fairly nervous, since he was speaking with a serial killer, his body tense and remained in place, his mind now racing by the fact that he was caught. 

"I was gonna draw it later.. I find the blood and gore fascinating.. beautiful if you will-" 

He continued and tried to explain, which only got him interrupted by a burst of laughter from the killer. He was now holding his stomach and laughing like a maniac, even crying a bit from it all. The boy just stared at him as the man continued to laugh, a slightly blank expression on his face. The Mad Dog stopped laughing and looked at the kid, his eyes widening in realization. 

"Wait, you're not joking?"

It took the boy a moment, then nodded, his gaze slightly fearful of what might happen to him now.  

He then felt something cold and metalic under his chin, making him look down. The man placed his knife under the boys chin, grinning widely at him. His piercing eyes looked down for a moment, the looked up, his pupils shrinking as he stared down at the boy.

The killers head leaned closer to the boys, his warms breath now hitting his face. The Mad Dog's grin dropped, his expression turning serious, his other hand being placed on the boys shoulder. It took him a  moment to collect his thoughts, thinking of what to say to the young man. Then he spoke, his voice was stern and serious, even a little harsh. 

"Get the fuck out of here, and keep that little mouth zipped." 

He paused for a moment before he added. 

"If I find out you spilled something, I won't hesitate to turn you into a human kebab." 

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Trust me

Summary- Benedict has been acting weird because of an incident involving one of his muses (she attempted to sa him). Reader tried to gently coax him out of his ‘bubble’ though it was no use until she tried to touch him, earning her a jolt.

Rating- Mature (16+)

Paring- Benedict Bridgerton x female!reader

Warnings- Angst, talks of se***l assault, fluff, slight language, established relationship, happy ending (hopefully that’s all)

Words- 1,841

“Daph, may I ask you something?” you quipped quite unexpectedly. Both you and Daphne were basking in this season’s summer heat from inside Clyvedon Castle’s drawing room, enjoying a rather nice cup of tea. Daphne had decided her time being a Duchess was well-earned for now and was in desperate need of her family’s boastful laughs and silly jests—not to mention their hectic dinners—to indulge her once again. You were especially excited for her visit, not only because you had a chance to see Daph’s little bundle of joy, but because you and she were very close, even before the Duke himself. Childhood friends. You remember all those years ago when you tried to encourage her relationship with the Duke, supporting him over the charming but ‘bland’ prince. She reciprocated her feelings, knowing your deep affection for her big brother, Benedict, and desperately tried to get both of you to admit your stubborn feelings for each other. Her efforts successfully paid off, resulting in the love-bird couple getting married two weeks after their confessions.

It was almost the reason you set up a little date with your friend. Your relationship with Benedict had somehow…shifted? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions before talking with your husband; you knew he preferred some space at times, especially if an idea popped into his creative brain and he wanted to sketch or paint it out before the thought could disappear as soon as it came. But this time…this time felt off. Your first hint was waking up to a cold and empty bed, though you passed it off as a little accident from him staying up late painting (it’s usually when he feels most creative), but then those cold mornings became continuous. You felt it was best to leave it as it was, for now—not exactly avoiding the situation but analyzing it for a deeper reasoning. In the afternoon, when the family mostly had time to take a break from important activities, you would greet your husband with a simple “Hello love” or “Have a wonderful evening, Ben,” but it only resulted in brief nods and odd grunts he never let out before. It was a breaking point when he stayed out the whole evening, never coming back until early morning, only making eye contact with you for the first time at breakfast. You never wanted to jump to conclusions with him, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that whatever was troubling him could not be good and would only be revealed if you gently guided him to confess.

“Of course, dear sister,” she said with adoration. “What has been on your mind?” You played with the embroidery on your dress, encouraging yourself to say what had been on your mind for the past week.

“Has Benedict been acting a bit…strange around me?” You could tell your husband had no problems with his family; in fact, you noticed he’d been engaging with them more than he used to. It only added more slight hurt and suspicion to your heart, knowing the problem was most likely you. Your friend only added more salt to the wound when a poorly concealed look of guilt was etched onto her face. Shaking your head, you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour from your burning eyes. So it is you. You’re the reason he’s been acting this way; you're the reason he can’t so much as look you in the eye with adoration and instead, uncomfortablene-

“Now, now, I didn’t say I know the reason why he has been acting this way…just that I have noticed,” she said, placing a gloved hand on top of your fidgeting bare ones.

“Have I done something wrong, Daph? Did I disrespect him in any way? Could it be the time I accidentally took the last blueberry tart that one day? I swear I didn’t know that was the last of them!” You remembered his frustration when he found out who ate his favorite dessert that only came seasonally, but he told you it was perfectly fine, blaming himself for not getting to them fast enough. Daphne only smiled at your silly accusation; this was a serious matter, of course, but it was nice to see you deeply care for her brother and his feelings, even going as far as to think of the tiniest times something conflicting had happened between you two.

“It couldn’t possibly be because of something so little and, dare I say, pointless,” Daphne moved closer to you, grabbing both of your hands in the process. “Tell me, when was the last time he acted normal towards you?” You tried to recall, surfing past a week of old memories until focusing on a time when he told you quite happily about a new art project that consisted of a new muse he met at one of the diversified functions he (now rarely) went to. You knew where Benedict’s heart lay and had no problem with who he used for his artistic designs whatsoever, so using another woman for his professional acts never triggered you.

“Well, he was boasting to me about finding a new muse for some artwork before going to bed, and then after his first encounter with the woman, that was when he started to act strange.” Daphne hummed, understanding your words carefully.

“Now, I don’t want to worry you, but maybe his actions have something to do with this muse.” You tried to ignore the deep pang of nervousness within your chest. No. Ben is never the type of person to commit such a vile act.

“I won’t jump to conclusions, but somehow I need to talk with him.” Your dear friend only nodded in agreement.

“It is all you can do, sister. Benedict can have some trouble confessing things that do not relate to others, but with a gentle push, he’ll pour everything he’s tried to conceal out like a waterfall, so don’t try to drown.” She teased with a slight squeeze of your hands, trying to lighten the dark conversation.

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It was now late evening. Most Bridgertons had called it a night, preparing for the next activities that awaited them the next day; meanwhile, you awaited your husband in your shared chambers, sitting on the foot of the bed in your cream nightgown, one of Ben’s favorites. Your husband awkwardly met with you after another time at the bar with Anthony. He stood in front of the entryway, tugging on the collar of his suit as if a hand was wrapped around his throat, stubbornly staying there. You immediately arose from your position, too nervous to say anything that would get him to abruptly leave like other times.

“Ben…” you whispered softly, unintentionally reaching out a delicate hand in the hope he’d grab it and hug you like he never had before and all would be well, but instead, you received a firm nod and a fast-paced walk toward the water closet. “Benedict!” you demanded more firmly, grabbing his hand in the process, but he instantly removed it from your grasp like it was the hottest thing in the world. Benedict stumbled back, wide-eyed with unstable breaths, heart pounding from the touch. You stood where you were, not knowing what to do. Never had he purposely removed your touch; never so quickly and with a face of horror. “What have I done?” you mumbled more to yourself.

Benedict hesitantly said your name but was quickly cut off by your pained voice. “What did you do that day in your art room with that…woman?” you cautiously crept closer to your husband, too afraid he would jerk away once again. Benedict looked as if he was on the verge of vomiting, cringing when you mentioned ‘woman.’

“N-Nothing, love.” Love. The kind and adoring word felt forced and bland coming from him. It only made you inwardly cry once more.

“Benedict, you must tell me. Whatever it is; I won’t get mad. I swear it.” It was like a wave of guilt, hurt, and resentment came crashing out of a dam he tried so desperately to hold back. His eyes were now red and irritated with tears threatening to spill. It was as if his knees had a mind of their own and felt the need to give out, and before he came crashing down, you were there to hold him and gently place yourselves on the carpeted ground. You cradled him, caressed him, gently whispered comforting nothings in his ear—anything and everything to ensure he was alright and safe.

“I-I never meant to hurt you, angel,” he croaked out through his sobs. You shook your head, almost on the verge of tears yourself.

“You can never truly hurt me, Ben; who did this to you? Was it the woman? What did she do?” you questioned wholeheartedly. Benedict cleared his throat while lifting his head to meet your eyes, your slight nod encouraging him to release the burden that had been locked up within his soul for the past week.

“She…She touched me.”

“Touched you?” you repeated, knowing exactly what he implied. You couldn’t bear the culpability to engross your body. You selfishly thought, though very little, that whatever was going on between him and the muse was…intimate, but in true reality, your husband had been assaulted. Your hold on Ben tightened, silently apologizing to his heart over and over again.

“I tried to tell her to stop…I tried to yell, scream, shout ‘stop,’ but every time the word formed in my mouth, it…it melted. I was scared, only thinking about how you would feel if I,” he paused, “if I told you what she tried to do to me. My mother knocked on the door before anything further happened, and I never felt more grateful in my entire life.” You speechlessly cradled your hands on either side of his face, connecting your heads as one.

“Don’t ever be afraid to come to me when you need help, my heart,” you soothed. “I’m sorry for trying to touch you, and I respect it if you would like more space. I’ll find a guest chamber tonight if I have to,” you said before releasing your hold from Benedict, though he grabbed one of your hands and rested it on top of his.

“There's no need. I think I’m alright now, a little jittery but okay. I need you by my side more than ever now.”

“And I’ll be there every step, Ben.” Your smile slowly turned down at the thought of that imbecile of a woman. “I will kill her even if the whole ton watches. Fuck society, fuck Whistledown,” you seethed. Benedict breathed out a chuckle at your antics.

“Though I would have loved to see that, it’s already dealt with.” You ‘awed’ in partial defeat, making your husband laugh more.

“I love you, Benedict. Never forget that,” you demanded sincerely with every nerve and fiber in your body.

“I love you. Never forget it either.”

Authors note: Hey guys! This is my very first complete oneshot and I’m pretty proud of it. It might have some flaws in there but hopefully, I can learn about them and get better. Please tell me if there are any errors or actions that don’t align with the character's personalities and I’ll fix them as soon as possible! Thank you!

Ps, I don’t really know Benedict’s feelings when sad/hurt since he’s kind of a genuine, playful, and overall comfort character in the show so hopefully I got that down but like I said please let me know if anything’s wrong with the short story!!

I'm With You

Summary- You notice Spencer’s mental health slowly drain while working on a complicated case and you’d do whatever to relieve that stress, even if it meant involving yourself in a subject you barely know about.

Rating- Not Rlly Mature

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Warnings- no use of y/n, very slight angst, established relationship, small kissing, happy ending, fluff, fluff, fluff, hopefully that’s all!

Words- 1.5k

You lay comfortably on your love, Spencer’s mahogany long couch while reading one of the many books he collected every other week. You appreciated his love and care for books, even if most of them were informational. It encouraged you to dive further into your reading skills, increasing them for the sake of your own intelligence and enjoyment. Your reading also gave you a distraction from his absence, still stuck on a case at the BAU–probably racking his brain, trying to sense answers to confusing clues and openings to dead ends but never getting far because of the complexity of the case. He could only tell you bits and pieces of the unsolved case for confidential purposes, and you even tried some late evenings to dissect clues yourself. Even if you weren’t a professional in that range of work, your determination made Spencer smile, and you’d do anything to make him show his cute smile lines and tiny crinkles around his eyes.

It was almost as if he read your mind because you then heard the sound of keys dropping on the ground and whispered curses coming from outside the apartment door. Excitement filled your entire body as you closed the book, gently placing it on the coffee table before you, and rushed to help open the door. Your eyes met his tired, sunburned ones, and you swore everything around you disappeared, only brightening his perfectly imperfect features more.

“Sunshine,” Spencer breathed out, engulfing the light of his life in a bone-crushing hug. You felt all of the built-up tension in his muscles melt away as he held you in his arms.

“I missed you,” you muffled dearly into the crook of his neck, smiling at the distant smell of your signature perfume you accidentally sprayed on his white collar while you two got ready for work.

“I missed you too, darling. This case will be the literal death of me.” You sighed while mindlessly tugging at the nape of his unruly curls, eliciting a relaxing groan from him. You knew what you were in for when Spencer revealed his tiresome job to you all those years ago, and you understood the stress that came with it, even if you felt the concern resting in the pit of your stomach when you saw the damage the job could do to him.

“Oh, Spence...Hey, let’s put a hold on dinner for now and rest on the couch. You can tell me everything that’s been clouding your perfect mind, yeah?” You released your hold on him to snake an arm over his limp one, guiding him into the apartment and closing the door to make your way back to where you were sitting. Spencer only followed your way without complaint, already knowing it wouldn’t have made a difference if he rebuttaled.

You sat crisscrossed on the cushioned surface while your love rested his head on your lap, the rest of his body spread out on the other cushions. Your fingers went back into his hair, hitting all the right spots you’ve memorized just for him. Spencer’s eyes fluttered in complete bliss, and just for a second, all of his troubles disappeared. One of his hands reached up from its rested position to your wrist, gliding his fingertips loosely back and forth on your soft skin until mindlessly playing with the beaded friendship bracelet he made for you in high school.

“Morgan’s been telling me to cut some slack with everything that's been going on, but I just…I feel like the answer to all of this is on the tip of my tongue, and I’m scared it’ll be too late when I finally figure it out.” He then grabbed your wrist and laid a lingering kiss on your skin before placing your hand on his heart, craving reassurance that you weren’t going to slip out of his grasp at his most vulnerable moment, and you let him. You’d let him do anything if it assured you that he was okay. “God, the look on the victim's face when we told them there was another holdback right after we gave them hope–right after I told the team that I figured a way out of the loop.” You realized he was blaming all of this on himself, something he usually did when he felt obligated to carry anything to feel like he’d done good. You patted his chest a few times before tracing the outline of a random clear button on his shirt.

“Honey, you do realize you have a whole team that has your back, right? I truly, and I mean, truly understand how you’re feeling right now. I do, love, but please understand you can lean on them from time to time. You don’t have to share everything that’s on your mind but just something so you don’t have to hold in all of those strong feelings that are begging to be free.” You knew sometimes Spencer needed some type of push to get your word across, but you could feel his shoulders tense once again, and his finger tapping on the side of the couch grew faster. You sighed, placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging them, hoping they would relax again. You then thought of an idea, an idea your beau probably wouldn’t agree to. “What if I…helped you?”

Spencer let out a breathless chuckle. “You tried to, remember?” Though he couldn’t see, you rolled your eyes with slight amusement.

“And I failed because I didn’t have all of the information.” His lazy smile was still planted on his face as he sat up to face you.

“I told you, sunshine, they’re confidential.” You sensed seriousness in his tone, but that didn’t stop you from backing down.

“Please baby, let me help you. It kills me whenever you're feeling this way. I just want you to feel better. Let me make you feel better.” You whispered as your hand cradled the side of his face; he automatically melted into your touch. You could see the gears moving in his head until he threw his head back, his hands covering his face as he groaned in half-hearted annoyance. He couldn’t say no to you, and you knew that. You grinned as he began to get up and head in the direction of your shared room, already knowing he was getting the files to the case.

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It had been a few hours since the start of you and Spencer’s private investigation. The aroma of chicken alfredo still lingered around the apartment as your bowls rested on the coffee table that accompanied scattered files and loose papers. Your body relaxed against Spencer’s as his arm lay behind you on the couch. Your brows scrunched together in thought as you looked at your notebook, each scribble, and scratch having some type of codded meaning only you could understand.

Spencer stayed silent as he went over old articles and personal intel from the victims and convicted felons for what felt like the hundredth time. His glasses hung loosely from his nose, mindlessly pushing them up every once in a while. You skimmed through your notes until finding a sentence that felt very familiar to something that was based on the case. Sitting up, you scrimmaged through papers and more papers until finding exactly what you were looking for. Holding the two pieces of paper together, you actually found what was missing.

“Spence! Spence! I think I found it!” You beamed, shaking him out of his daze.

“Lemme see love.” He asked before you gave the two pieces of paper to him. You explained the connection between the two objects, deciphering the little details that were lodged into the evidence. What fit. What didn’t. How the intel was missed. The truth behind the victim really having something else up their sleeve that was blinded by manipulation and advanced guarding. Spencer couldn’t believe it. After weeks and weeks of constant stress and broken evidence, his beautiful, smart, endearing, love of his life managed to figure it all out.

“We did it!” You celebrated with a sigh and big stretch that’d been contained for hours and Spencer could only look at you in awe. He then grabbed your face which erupted a yelp from you until it turned into giggles when he began to litter kisses all over you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” He kept repeating, each vowel sounding more heartfelt and meaningful. His smile radiated off of him like the sun and you couldn’t help but really kiss him, wanting his love more than just simple physical contact. He melted into you as his soft lips moved in sync with yours, following your lead. You held on as long as you could before releasing for air. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispered though the sentence was loud and you understood him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head, then nose, and lips before whispering back, “You deserve the world.”

A/N: Hii guys, it’s been a minute since I last posted and I didn’t expect that blog to get as many notes as I thought it was going to get lol. Thank you, truly. I kind of just winged this imagine, not really knowing what I was doing but I thought the plot was cute so wth its ok. Again, if something doesn’t really add up to Spencer’s personality please tell me and I’ll make sure to fix itt!! I like criticism, even if it’s the hard truth lol. Thank you!!!

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