"cold Feet (literally)" - Spencer Reid X Fem!reader

when you and bestfriend!eddie finally start dating, he’s so eager to kiss and hold and dote on you every chance he gets.

like pressing a kiss to your cheek while you wait in line at the store, resting an arm around your waist while you laugh with your friends at lunch, staring in adoration as you go on about the latest documentary you binged, kissing you sweet before closing the passenger door, pulling you in for hugs and telling you some of the sweet thoughts he has about you when you find yourselves alone, coming over to do nothing but be in the same room while you both work on your own things, he’ll give your hand an occasional squeeze just to remind you that he’s there.

greeting you with a bunch of handpicked flowers when he picks you up, guiding you to snuggle up under his chin while you watch a movie, caging you against the wall when you voice an insecurity- assuring you there’s nothing you need to feel that way about. picking you up when you pout at him and playfully tossing you onto his bed to tickle and smother you in kisses until you’re squirming and giggling, absolutely begging for a break.

lighting little candles in his room he bought just to make it extra cozy for when you stay the night, grazing his fingertips across your scalp while you nap on his chest - you feel the lightest press of his lips on your skin every few minutes.

the list goes on - he’s waited so long to be able to do those things with you, and if he knows anything for sure, it’s that he’ll never again waste anymore time.

“you’ll always be my best friend, but i’m so glad you’re finally my girl, too,” he whispers before you finally doze off.

"So, do you promise to love and respect your wife in joy and in sadness, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, for all the days of your life, until death do you apart?"

"Yes", he says, but his mind instantly disagrees.

"No", he thinks. Because this life is too short. It doesn't last forever, but his love for you is unconditional and everlasting. Your days are counted, and you'll both die, that's unavoidable. Your lives will end. That's why he doesn't want to make your love dependent on life.

That's also why, even though he says "Yes" to the priest in front of everyone so that the ceremony can continue , in his mind, he promises "No. I'll never stop loving you, even when I'm 70, wrinkly and ugly, and even when I die, be it today, tomorrow or in 50 years. My love for you is too strong to die with me. It won't die, as long as you live. And when you die, we'll see eachother on the other side, so I can be with you and love you again".

And when he looks at you at the altar after the priest told him to "kiss the bride", with your mascara smudged from crying and that stupid smile he loves so much, he whispers to you, making sure you're the only one who hears it:

"And if death do us apart, I promise to find you in every timeline"

He then holds you by the waist and kisses you, sealing his promise.

REO MIKAGE, RIN ITOSHI, Alexis Ness, MICHAEL KAISER, Karasu Tabito, Bachira Meguru, AKAASHI KEIJI, Sugawara Koshi, ATSUMU MIYA, Bokuto Koutaro, KEIGO TAKAMI (Hawks), SATORU GOJO, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro

~ A/N: The idea for this fic randomly apperared in my mind after I read a Instagram comment. I almost cried after reading it 😭

Masterlist

you cheer and clap from the stands as atsumu miya secures the last point of the game, finishing the set and winning the match for his team. the crowd roars, his school’s chant echoing throughout the venue. atsumu’s teammates pool around him as they celebrate their win, the boys forming a circle within themselves.

but his mind is occupied with the pretty girl he sees in the corner of his eye— you. he pulls away, muttering a quick “give me a second” to no one in particular.

he walks to you, head held high and he can’t help but puff his chest and shoulders a little bit. just a little.

“what’s a girl like you doin’ all alone?” he asks, and some of his teammates a few feet away yell. honestly, you’re not even sure if they’re cheering him on or booing him, but you do hear a whistle from behind.

light breaths of air escape your lips as you giggle, “i’m here for my boyfriend.”

and he scoffs, the smug bastard. “i don’t see him anywhere. looks like you’re all mine for tonight.” calloused hands reach over to you, his arms flexing subtly at the tenseness built up over the game.

“hmm, i don’t know…” you look down, swaying ever so slightly as you put up a bashful pretense.

the blonde laughs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he traps you in an embrace. “you ‘nd your games,” he says, kissing your forehead.

you squeal and pull away to no avail, his large arms wrapping around you like a blanket. “you started it! ‘tsumu, you’re all sweaty!” you drag out the last syllable, half teasing. it was true, his jersey was halfway wet like he’d been caught in the rain.

“shhh, stop resisting. your boyfriend might see.” atsumu teases, all while continuing to pepper you with kisses. the noise from the crowd and his teammates are blocked out, atsumu’s world limiting itself to you and him only.

a pretty girl and a championship. looks like atsumu’s going home with two victories tonight.

bokuto post-match &&& ushijima post-match

food for thought | o.miya

-> pairings: miya osamu x gn!reader | sfw | cw: none | genre: fluff | wc: 619 | mlist

-> synopsis: your boyfriend has odd eating habits, but it’s only because he loves you so much.

“You eat like you’ve been starved.”

“Hm?” Osamu remarks, shoveling onigiri into his mouth at a speed that makes you wonder how he hasn’t choked yet. The whir of the fridge rings faintly in your ear while you watch in amusement as he barely breathes between bites. It had become almost a ritual between you and your boyfriend to order in on cozy nights like these when neither you or him had the energy to cook.

It had also become routine for Osamu to scarf his food down in seconds while you pick at yours aimlessly.

“I said you eat like you‘ve just suffered through a famine,” you laugh, heart swelling with a soft affection. “Why?”

His chewing slows as he furrows his brow in contemplation. Swallowing, he slouches back in his seat and shrugs. “Force of habit, I guess. ‘Tsumu always stole my food if I wasn’t fast enough.”

“That makes sense,” you nod, though a nagging curiosity creeps into your head, accompanied by the urge to let it spill through your mouth. You wait for a beat before giving in to the feeling. Pressing your arms against the table, you lean forward.

“I have another question.”

Snorting, he fiddles with the little food that’s left on his plate. “Can I ask what compelled ya to analyze my eatin’ habits?”

Your eyes narrow, “‘Samu…”

“My bad,” he concedes, popping the last piece of onigiri into his mouth. “What’s the question?”

You pause, gesturing to the now-empty dish in front of him, “Have you noticed that you never rush through the food I cook for you?” Tilting your head, you add, “It’s only when we go out, or when you make stuff for yourself that you eat like this.”

Osamu doesn’t answer right away. He goes quiet for a moment, but he fills the silence by tapping his chopsticks against the table. Shifting languidly, he meets your expectant gaze and sighs, breaking the still. “I guess… it’s ‘cause I want the moment to last longer.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Y’know what I mean,” he replies, voice softening.

“I don’t.”

Groaning, he sets the utensils down to fork fingers through his hair. “Usually I’m the one that cooks, so when you do it—it’s special,” he explains, his lips parting slightly like he’s trying to find the right words to articulate an intricate thought. His eyes flicker down to his plate and back up to you. “I chew slower to show my appreciation. Sorta like how yer supposed to look at paintings in museums for a long time.”

Your chest pangs with surprise at his answer, and you raise your hand to inspect your now warm cheek. Gaping at him, slack-mouthed, his words echo through your head as silence stretches between the two of you once more. Despite being together for so long, Osamu’s words still could make you feel like you were floating.

When you finally speak, you can’t help but smile. “Are you comparing my cooking to a masterpiece?”

“No,” he quips, eyes twinkling with mirth, “That’d be offensive to artists.”

You gasp, “Rude!” But there’s no real feeling behind it. Giggling, you act on impulse and shove your half-finished plate of gyoza across the table towards him.

He hums, lips twisting upwards slightly. “What’re ya givin’ me this for?” His voice holds a fondness that makes you want to swoon.

“You’re cute. That’s why.”

Cocking his head at you, he smiles in appreciation. His nose is tinted pink from the steam that remains of your leftovers, and you find it unbelievably adorable. Chopsticks reaching to finish the food you had presented to him, he pauses to look up at you, catching your gaze once more.

“I think yer cuter.”

—a/n: picture me writing this and wailing in agony bcuz that’s exactly how it happened

requested to be tagged: @sahrii @mayyhaps (who also proofread this so shoutout may) @kameyyy

AKAASHI KEIJI is known as the 'serious kid' around fukurodani.

he's not unpopular, per se. but having a friend like bokuto, all smiles and laughs and "hey, hey, hey!!", it's hard to really stand out.

people saw him as an addition to bokuto, most of the time.

but that was before he met you.

you, with your smiles and bubbling personality, bring out something in akaashi that not even his closest friends could do.

and suddenly, the students of fukurodani academy see a different side of akaashi. one that smiles, laughs, and hands you flowers in the morning before going to class, hand in hand with you.

some find it fascinating. (bokuto.)

some call it weird.

but for you and akaashi?

you wouldn't have it any other way.

hq m.list | gen m.list

Squish

Squish

Squiiiish

“What are you doing?”

Wide brown eyes watch your every move with amusement as you sit on his lap with your hands holding his face, squishing his cheeks every so often.

Squish

“Making you look like a fish.”

You snort as you stare down at him, taking in the faux annoyance on his face before pressing a sweet kiss to those pretty puckered lips.

And what followed was nothing short of chaos.

The moment your lips touched his, Eddie took it upon himself to blow a raspberry, sending you both into a wheezing fit of laughter as your head clunked against his in surprise at the sound.

;_;

(this was not proof read.)

"I’m only doing this because I’m cold." Abbacchio whispers to you while breathing deeply. A moment of silence goes by as Abbacchio's embrace tightens and you feel his chest heave in and out with his heavy breathing. Your body relaxes as you wrap your arms around his back and sigh gently into the crook of his neck. You can feel his strong heartbeat as his body temperature continues to rise due to the closeness of your bodies. You rest your chin on top of his head and rub small circles against his shoulder blades.

"It’s okay," you mumble in response. Your voice rumbles softly against his ear, making him shiver. "You don't have to pretend." Abbacchio stiffens at your words but doesn't say anything else.

He pulls away just enough so he can look into your eyes with an annoyed expression plastered across his face. His brows knit together as he looks down at you with narrowed yellow eyes. The way his heart flutters differs from his annoyed expression. "What do you mean I don’t have to pretend?" He asks gruffly, trying to sound intimidating, though his face remains flushed with embarrassment.

"I’ve been holding you like this for the past ten minutes, and you’re still cold." You smirk, looking up at him. "Don’t give me that face, y/n." He grumbles, letting his hands fall to your waist before gripping it tightly. Abbacchio takes another deep breath and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead down onto yours.

"Just stop talking. Just... be quiet for now." He mutters quietly and presses his lips firmly against yours. It’s as if the world seems to disappear for the two of you. Your fingers clutch his coat tighter as Abbacchio’s mouth works against yours hungrily. His arm wraps behind your back, grabbing your lower waist with his other hand and pulling you flush against him.

This kiss feels like nothing less than heaven. The way he holds you makes everything seem more real than it already is. In that moment, it feels to him like time itself has stopped, if only for a few seconds. He feels a new emotion rush through his body and mind, and you begin to slowly feel the same thing. Your hearts beat in sync, and your breathing patterns are similar.

At this moment, it seems the two of you are one.

Getting home from work late one night to a quiet house. The lights are on in the living room, leading into the kitchen where you find a note on the fridge, written in Eddie’s messy chicken scratch letting you know a plate from dinner was in there for you, just needing to be heated up.

Deciding dinner can wait a few more minutes, you make your way upstairs, determined to get out of these clothes after too many hours of them sticking to you. Determined to see that sweet face again.

More quiet.

“Baby?”

You call softly before nudging the bedroom door open to a sight melting you on the spot immediately.

The bedside table lamp was the only source of light in the room, casting it in a soft golden hue. The radio is playing, volume only up high enough to just fill the silence in the bedroom. A book sits on Eddie’s chest, still opened to whichever page he left off on before dozing off.

He’s sound asleep in his baggy Iron Maiden tee and flannel pajama bottoms, partially sitting up against the headboard, leaning toward your side on the pillows. His hair is sits perfectly on the top of his head in a messy bun, pieces falling down into his face. His mouth is slightly opened as gentle snores leave him, and if you were to look hard enough you would see he’s drooling, the evidence of how hard he’s sleeping trailing down the line of pink scars.

And to make the moment even sweeter? His shadow, the tiny gray kitten, is curled up in a ball against his neck.

Your heart aches at the scene, seeing Eddie so at peace, something that can be so rare with the nightmares that still plague you both.

You blow a kiss toward him, deciding it best to leave him be for now before shutting the door quietly and making your way back downstairs to your dinner.

suguru is the king of non-sexual dominance, the way he’ll guide you on public with a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your waist creates such a strong sense of safety that your brain just shuts off. he gets offended when you try to pay for something. he genuinely believes it’s his duty in life to take care of you physically, emotionally and financially. if he sees even the smallest sign if you getting tired he’s scooping you up, cradling you to his chest and encouraging you to fall asleep ensuring you that he’ll take care of everything while he coos at you.

if work is causing you stress he encourages you to quit and let him take care of you. he would never force this and will leave it up to you but he’ll remind you that the option is always there. he hates seeing his precious little baby all stressed out it breaks his heart! you’re not allowed to lift a finger when you get home, he cooks dinner, cleans up, bathes you, dresses you in his clothes then wears them the next day because it’s got your scent on it (FREAK!)

he is never first to fall asleep, he physically can’t fall asleep until you are sound asleep all smushed against his chest. once you are asleep he’ll just watch you for awhile basking in your adorable sleepy glory, stroking your hair and rubbing your back and pressing kisses all over your face and head he just can’t help himself! the cuteness aggression has him in a chokehold. he is also a very light sleeper any stir or little whimper or mumble you make in your sleep he’s up and pulling you closer and gently swaying you side to side to soothe you back into a peaceful slumber🥹🩷

“You’re home!”

He’s there with his hair thrown up into a bun, pajamas consisting of a worn band tee and flannel bottoms, and that warm smile on his face that usually melts your insides on the spot. That smile couldn’t even calm the waves ready to flood through you. So much built up adrenaline begging to spill over.

“I’ve got everything set up for you.”

All the pillows and blankets. Perfect for cuddling.

He grabs a pair of pajamas, your pajamas, from where they sit on the top of the folded laundry he did this morning.

“Wanna get changed and then let me hold you for a bit?”

You bite your lip and nod, fighting back the tears that want to fall as you grab the pajamas from his hand. He makes it even harder when he reaches out to squeeze your arm for a few beats, knowing how much you need him right now.

Making your way back to the living room, you find Eddie adding last minute touches to the nest he’s made you, a few treats including a bag of snowflake shaped peppermint patties.

In that moment he makes it easier to not feel as silly as you do, making a big deal out of a doctor’s appointment. A dentist appointment. One that took you weeks to make, out of the fear that sinks in every time, even though you knew you needed to do it.

Now here you were, finished with that appointment, and all you wanted to do was cry.

Eddie plopped himself down on the floor, fluffed up the pillows a few more times before looking up at you and holding a hand out. A hand that was always there when you needed it.

You crumpled down onto the floor, landing somewhere halfway on the blankets but mostly on him as you dug your face into his neck, breathing in his scent as the tears began to fall.

I’ve got you.