Restless Nights

Restless nights

{You can’t sleep and James stays up with you}

just a little something because I'm fighting off sleep to finish decorating my room!

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12:40 am. The clock reads as if it’s almost taunting you, and you let out a groan of frustration as you fling the covers from your body, you were so tired and yet your body did everything in its power to prevent you from getting sleep.

And you don’t know what it is, maybe because your shirt keeps twisting in an uncomfortable way, or the fabric is too itchy or maybe it’s your pillows, or the quilt? whatever it might be it’s preventing you from sleeping.

So you quietly creep out of bed, careful of James who is entirely enveloped by sleep, and you can't help but feel a little envious of how fast he can fall asleep, you swear his head hits the pillow and he’s gone sometimes.

You make your way to the kitchen, the cold tiles sending a shiver up your spine as you rub your eyes, as they adjust to the light, before flicking the kettle on, you decided that perhaps some tea might help you find dreamland, although you knew that was just wishful thinking.

A minute or so has passed, and you’re sitting on a stool skimming through a book you found, your body slouched with exhaustion as you stare mindlessly at the words, cursing yourself silently when you hear James call your name. You're taken out of your trance, and you watch over your shoulder, as he rubs at his eyes, still very sleepy

James wraps his arms around you, head resting in the crook of your neck. “You scared me, thought the boogeyman took you,” he says, sleep lacing his voice, he smiles into your skin as you let out a small giggle, his warm hands dipping underneath your shirt to settle against your belly.

A slight sense of guilt pinches at your heart for waking him up, “Sorry, I just can’t sleep— I don’t know what’s wrong with me” you whisper, with a wobble to your voice, a build-up of emotions.

James pulls back slightly his hands holding your hips as he swivels your stool to turn you around, “Hey, It’s alright lovely, is there anything I can do to make it better?” He asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You look over at the clock, 1:09 am, wincing at the sight you knew James had to be up early for Quidditch practice and the blame of waking him up settles uncomfortably in your chest, you can’t stop the tears that well up in your eyes, a harsh mixture of exhaustion and guilt.

He notices the build-up of tears that collect in your eyes, as he tuts softly, “I’m sorry James, it’s so late and you’ve got to be up early— you’re going to be so tired in the morning” you ramble tears falling down the curve of your cheeks.

His thumb gently wipes them away as you continue to whisper your apologies, his eyebrows crease together in concern, he hates seeing you cry, he hates the pain that laces through your tone, it hurts him to see.

“No, don’t cry lovely, it’s alright- I’ll be alright,” he tells you and you look up at him with a tearful smile, god he was just too sweet.

He holds your face gently in his hands as you cry softly, letting all the emotions out and he tries so hard to rack his tired brain for things that’ll make you feel better, anything to stop your tears.

He waits until your cries have settled, “Come here lovely girl” he says taking your hand as he guides you to the living room, he turns on the tv before joining you on the sofa.

“James, what are you doing?” You ask watching as lays down opening his arms for you.

“I’m staying up with you until feel tired, then we’ll go to bed, yeah?” he smiles and he can see the hesitation in your eyes as he tugs on your hand urging you to lay between his legs, how could you say no to that?

You rest your chin against his chest smiling up at him as he leans down awkwardly to press a soft kiss against your lips, his hands resting against the small of your back.

“You’re too good to me” you whisper, watching as he flicks through the different tv shows before finally settling on some random documentary about the ocean.

His fingers run along your back, and the gentle sensation calms your heart and you suddenly feel a lot better, and you swear James only has the power to make you feel so loved.

“You only deserve the best angel” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, smiling at the way you nuzzle into him, you know there’s no point in trying to disagree with that, James is stubborn especially when it comes to you.

James waits and waits until he can feel you trying to fight off the sleep to guide you back to bed, where you snuggle into him while his hand soothes your back and your legs entwine underneath the warm blankets, smiling at the way you go languid in his arms, "Goodnight lovely" he whispers before he himself goes back to sleep.

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hi, this probably an unusual ask, but i was wanting to know how you were able to get exposure for your work? like, how were you able to get others to read it? for example, i posted something last night and put tags in place etc but yet it doesn’t even seem like anyone has seen it? not sure if there’s something i need to do or if it’s being ignored 😭 i posted it to ao3 and it’s gotten attention there so i’m worried if there’s something i’m missing here lol? if you don’t have an answer to this i understand btw

Hiya lovely! I genuinely think it might just be a complete game of luck, like there are posts of mine that get way more attention then others.

The only thing I can really say is just tag the heck out of your work and hope for the best! {the more tags the better}

I think it might also depend on the day and time you post, like sometimes I’ll post in the afternoon and it gets lost of attention and other times it doesn’t.

Also make friends! Talk to people and interact with others work!!

Honestly I’m still trying to figure out how Tumblr works myself. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of any more help! Hope you have a wonderful day lovely!! 💕💕

hi! you’re one of my favorites writers i was wondering if you could write reader and Leon going furniture shopping for their first house they bought together thank you and have a great day! 😁

- Leon Kennedy x reader

This is so cute!! Thank you for requesting me love!! 💕💕💕

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You knew Leon could be so insanely stubborn at times, but you would’ve never expected him to go this far, every time you even begin to suggest decorating the house Leon only ever responds with, ‘Decorate however you want angel’ and you’re starting to doubt wether or not he even wants to move into a house together.

So you decide to wait until tonight, just as Leon climbed into bed with you to bring up the situation. He could tell something was bothering you by the way you pick at your nails, and the almost nervous look that settles in your eyes, his hand reaches for yours with reassurance.

“You alright sweetness?” He asks, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles as you give him a weak smile.

You nod as you start to play with his slightly gun-calloused fingers, and you take a mental note to pick up more of that hand cream he uses.

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright- I just- can I ask you something?” You tiptoe, really not wanting to jump to any insane conclusions that might hurt him, but you knew from past experience that it’s best to air out your feelings instead of bottling them up.

“Of course, you can,” he tells you shifting to sit closer to you.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself, “Do you even want to move in together? I mean I just- I don’t know- it feels like you don’t really want this” You sigh, not looking at him scared of the pain that might stain his features.

He frowns a little, “What? Of course I want to move in together, I’ve wanted this for so long” he tells you with a promising tone, “Why did you ask?” It comes out much quieter than he wanted, his voice quivering ever so slightly.

“Whenever I bring up decorating you always seem to just brush it off,” you tell him playing with his fingers.

He goes quiet for a moment, trying to find the right way to say this, “I’m sorry angel— it’s just I want you to decorate it however you like, I mean you’re going to be here more than I am, you know with my job and everything” he confesses, guilt pinching at his heart.

His worries are soon gone as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Oh Leon, but this is still your house, our house” you remind him as you pull away slightly pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I want you to help me decorate our house” you smile, watching the way his eyes glisten with excitement.

“Okay, I think we can do something about that tomorrow,” he says, relishing the way you let out a string of excited squeals.

You press another kiss to his cheek, “Well then, It’s a date Kennedy” you giggle snuggling down next to him, your head resting on his chest as he traces small patterns against your back.

Leon would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t having a good time looking through all the fake furniture displays, the way you ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aww’ at all the different shapes and colours similar to a child in a sweet shop.

You both agreed to take it one room at a time, it would be much easier that way and you both settled on deciding the living room first.

“Ooo, We should get that one” you laugh pointing to the sofa that was an awful shade of green that was displayed.

He looks at you with unpleased eyes, “Absolutely not” he deadpans pulling you away from the ugly velvet cushioned sofa, as you ramble on about how a green sofa would be ‘cool’ but he has none of it.

Leon can hardly believe it, he’s always wanted to move in with you ever since you started to stay over at his apartment, he loves coming home to you, waking up and falling asleep together, and now he gets to do it every day, he couldn't be happier.

“How about this one?” He says, it was a beautiful cream colour with the softest fabric he’s ever felt, and he imagines being curled up on it together watching trash tv, “All snuggled up together, what do you think?” He asks, his hand soothes your hip.

“Mhm, does it come in a darker colour? You spill almost everything” you tease and he scoffs at you playfully.

“When have I ever spelt anything?” He asks with a slight frown.

“Hmm let me see, the one time you spelt my wine and left a stain, then the pasta incident when you were drunk, the pizza you dropped- oh! And-“ he doesn’t let you finish the rest of your rambling, his finger pushes against your lips.

“Okay okay yeah, so we’ll get it in dark grey” he chuckles, accepting defeat as he presses a kiss to your temple, you continue to walk through the aisle and he watches as you jog over to something that clearly has caught your attention and Leon knows that this might be a long day but there’s no one else he’d rather spend it with.

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Soft mornings

{Mornings with Spencer Reid are a rare but welcomed thing}

I finally started watching CM!! and this my first time writing for Spencer so I’m kinda nervous! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕💕

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The sun peaks from between the pewter grey clouds, slipping between the gasp in the curtains as it casts beams of light across the bedroom, spilling up the walls and ceiling, a calm breeze pushes through the open window that you must’ve forgotten to shut last night, a mistake you come to feel grateful for, as you snuggle closer to a snoring Spencer Reid.

You smile at the way his hands find themselves dipping underneath your shirt settling against your belly, smoothing over to rest on your waist. He mumbles something completely incoherent as he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck and it’s only when his lips graze against your ear do you hear the quiet words, ‘Good morning’.

“Good morning angel” you whisper as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder laughing at the sweet nickname that makes his chest feel all fluttery.

His fingers trace mindless patterns against your skin, “How are you so warm?” He asks, shivering slightly as the morning coldness seeps into the room, his legs entangled with yours as he tries to cipher your body heat.

You giggle as you gently run your fingers through his tangled bed hair, “Maybe it’s because my six foot one boyfriend practically sleeps on top of me” you tease, feeling the way he smirks against your shoulder.

He meekly shakes his head in disagreement, knowing all too well that what you’re saying isn’t very far from a lie, he doesn’t say anything, instead, he basks in the warmth of your body, his heart so full of love as your arms wrap around him keeping him from moving, not that he’d want to.

“Well you forgot to shut the window- maybe you like it” he quips nuzzling himself impossibly closer to you, and you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, a sound Spencer could never get bored of.

A minute or so passes as you both lay wrapped up with each other, enjoying the loving warmth that blankets the pair of you, it’s safe here in your arms, he thinks to himself as you lean to pepper ticklish kisses to his shoulders.

“Do you want coffee?” You ask, smiling as he looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes of his, his lips stretched into a tight smile, and you can’t help but admire the morning sun that speckles over his face.

“Hmm- yes, please” he can feel himself blush at the way you marvel at him and he can’t quite believe that you’re actually looking at him, like that, like he means the world to you, and he does.

He closes his eyes as you lean to press a kiss to the small beauty mark that sits above his eyebrow, a habit of yours he picked up on quite early, and the soft feeling makes his heart melt.

“Yeah that means you’re going to have to release me Spence” you smile as he rest his head against your chest.

“Oh- Right, sorry-” he gives you a breathy giggle as he untangles himself from you, watching as you climb out of the bed to only slip on a jumper to savour the little heat you have, and you disappear out the bedroom door.

Spencer suddenly misses the warmth, misses you, which is stupid because he knows you’re in the kitchen making him his morning coffee, but that doesn’t stop the yearning that overcomes his heart, a yearning that only you seem to have the power to stop and so he stretches before following you into the kitchen.

You’re humming some tune as you plop three teaspoons of sugar into the hot beverage stirring carefully as you tap your fingers against the marbled countertops to some tune you have stuck in your head.

Spencer can’t help but watch from the doorframe with love in his eyes, he clears his throat making himself known before he walks up behind you, his arms wrap around your waist and his hands dip underneath your shirt as they settle against your belly.

“Missed me already?” You ask as he peppers soft kisses against your jaw.

“I always miss you love” he whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder and you feel yourself go giddy at the softness that bleeds into his tone.

There’s a certain heaviness to his words that you’re both aware of, time was a precious thing for you and Spencer and you knew that going into the relationship, so it made mornings like this much more special.

You turn around to face him your hands cupping either side of his jaw, “Well it’s a good job we’ve got the whole day together, huh?” Your thumb grazes along his warm cheek as you press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, he nods stuttering a quiet ‘y-yeah it is’.

Spending mornings together without the pressure of getting to work on time was such a rare thing that it felt so odd whenever you got days off, the peaceful atmosphere that settles over the both of you was strange but certainly not unwelcome.

You weren't racing against time today. You try to rack your head for ideas of how to spend your day off together as you sit down next to him at the table, “Hm, the whole day with Spencer Reid, what a pleasure” he turns to face you with a bashful smile, “Is there anything you want to do?” You ask, watching as he contemplates the question.

“Um, I-I don’t mind as long as I’m with you,” he says with a soft chuckle, wincing at the way his voice quivers ever so slightly, and you can’t help the butterflies.

You giggle, brushing your hand against his warm cheek, noticing the redness that tints his face and he doesn’t hesitate to lean into your loving touch.

“Real smooth Spence” you tease tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Thanks- I try my best,” he says taking a sip of his coffee, his hand entwining with yours as you both listen in on the small radio that plays.

“Well, why don’t we start with breakfast first?” You suggest and he nods, with that look in his eyes, the same look he gives before he goes off rambling.

“Yes, we should actually, breakfast is considered the most important meal of the day as it replenishes your supply of glucose to boost your energy levels and alertness, while also providing other essential nutrients required for good health— in fact, a study-“ he catches himself, clearing his throat.

Spencer swears his heart stops as you look at him with the kindest eyes he’s ever seen, you’re really listening to him, “Right, breakfast, we should- we should have breakfast” he smiles as you press a kiss to his forehead.

“Blueberry pancakes?” You suggest watching as his eyes light up with excitement and he quickly stands up with you as he gathers the ingredients.

You nudge his hip with yours gently as he stumbles out of your way as you take the blueberries from the fridge, “Oh- remember to actually wait until it’s finishing cooking before you go all flip crazy” he reminds you as you scoff playfully at him.

“Oh come on, that was one time Spence” you huff, he helps you prepare the pancake batter with shared laughter as you both make an inevitable mess of the countertops, and there is no one else he’d rather spend his days off with than you.

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Hello! I wanted to apologize for the other time, I didn't realize it and I requested a mini fic from you and someone else! I'm so sorry.😭😭😭😭

Oh no it’s alright lovely, mistakes happen! Thank you for telling me 💕

Just please to anyone else, my only request is that you don’t it because it’s not fair on me or the other fantastic writers on here!! And if you do please let me know I’d prefer that then me posting it and finding out that way.

Have a great week lovelies!! 💕💕

I just had a funny thought about cregan stark and his clumsy reader (y/n: i'm not clumsy, i slipped on ice only once! one (1) singular time!!😠😂) where its her birthday and the lords of winterfell give her gifts but then one of those gifts is skating boots! She's smiling with delight and excitement while Cregan looks at it like its a thousand hazards and she'll hurt herself with it. 😂😍

Oh my! Could you imagine how his face would literally drop with dread? like he would just be smiling at you with so much love in his eyes at the happiness that surrounds you as he watches you open the presents, and thank the lords and ladies of the north.

Then you get to that present with the Skating boots and his smile literally falls so fast, and you glance over at him with a shy smile because you know exactly what he's thinking.

Later on, Cregan makes a comment about how much trouble you’re going to give him because “You’re so clumsy” and you scoff at his comment.

“I’m not clumsy! I slipped on ice once, only once!” You try to defend yourself, but Cregan only laughs.

Honestly, I think he would try to hide them. But eventually, he’ll give in and take you out to skate.