- James Potter X Reader

- James Potter x reader

{After losing a Quidditch match James is upset, but luckily you’re there to comfort him}

Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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James knew from the moment he woke up late that today was going to be awful, and he was only proven right time and time again.

The weather was horrible for starters, the rain was just relentless as it continued to pelt down and despite the growing storm the match still wasn’t called off, the same match that James’ team was losing horribly in.

Disappointed felt like a complete understatement, he was distraught, and by the time he got home all those built-up emotions had taken the form of tears and they built up in his tired eyes. He wanted nothing more than for the ground beneath him to swallow him completely.

As soon as you heard the door open you dropped everything you were doing and rushed to the hallway, “James! How was the-“ You immediately stopped yourself as you took in the sight of his teary face, the way his shoulders dropped with exhaustion.

Your chest tightens at the sorrowful sight, you notice the way his eyebrows are pulled together as he unties his shoelaces before kicking them off, “Terrible” he sighs, his hand running through his rain-damp hair.

You walk closer to him the back of your hand wiping away the stray tears that fall down his cheek, and it doesn’t take much before his head falls onto your shoulder, your hand smoothes against his back, and he lets out a shaky sigh against your skin.

“I’m gonna go shower, lovely,” he says, trying his best to keep his tone strong but his attempts are pointless as his voice quivers with sadness.

You nod softly as he leans to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, “Okay, if you need anything just ask” You smile as he makes his way upstairs.

You busied yourself with housework and other small things as you tried to rack your brain for any ideas of how to make his day just a little better. You hated seeing him so defeated and you wanted nothing more than to hear his laugh.

You were just about to start dusting the bookshelf when he calls your name, and you were quick to make your way upstairs to him.

James is sitting on the edge of the bed, with freshly washed hair and clean clothes, but his face is still as teary, “Could you help me, please?” He asks, handing you the face cream and you gladly take the offer sitting down in front of him on the bed.

“Of course I can baby” you smile, pressing a kiss to his hairline.

He wanted to be close to you, wanted to feel your soft hands against his face as you soothe all his worries and stress away, he wanted the warmth of your love to blanket him.

James watches as you collect some of the product on your fingers before gently rubbing it into his skin, and he sighs at the feeling, his eyes closing with the newfound peace. Your thumbs gently graze against his cheeks and you can’t help but pull him closer into you, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to the tip of his nose.

He chuckles at the feeling of your soft lips as the pepper kisses all over his face, and the sweet sound of his breathy laughter only prompts you to continue your journey down to his jaw.

His hands settle on your hip as he pulls you, guiding, you to sit on his lap as he leans against the bed frame.

You rest your forehead against his, his damp curls pressing against your skin, “Thank you” he whispers, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“What for?” You giggle, brushing your nose against his ever so slightly.

“For being perfect” he simply responds, his hands traversing underneath your shirt, soothing at the sides of your waist.

The butterflies that invade your stomach are all too prominent and his sweet words make you feel all floaty.

“We lost, the match I mean, pretty bad” he sighs, his head resting against your shoulder as you play with the ends of his hair that sit against the nap of his neck.

You turn your head slightly to press a kiss to the side of his head, “I’m sorry sweetheart” you whisper, wincing at the feeble words, yes, of course, you were sorry he lost, but there was nothing you could outright do to make it better, and the words ‘I’m sorry’ are the only words that felt right.

But what you can do is make him happy, “Why don’t we watch that thing you’ve been talking about?” You suggest, smiling at the way he visibly lights up, how his eyes seem to flicker with excitement.

He honestly didn’t even expect you to have been listening to his rambling let alone even remember it. It was a documentary about aquatic life that he thought looked pretty interesting, one of those things you mention in the moment and never really get around to doing it.

“Yeah I would like that- could we order something to eat?” He asks, his hands soothing against your thighs.

You nod, “Of course, we can” You smile as he presses kisses against your neck his nose nuzzling against your skin, and before you could even move he cups your jaw.

“I mean it, you’re perfect,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, his heart fluttering, and you both spend the entire night entangled with each other, surrounded by nothing but love.

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hi, i love ur writing ! could u do where leon compliments reader and reader is like "u dont have to say that, u know i am not beautiful" basically like reader being insecure, then leon comforts her and showering her with compliments. :) 💗

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Thank you for the request my lovely! Hope you enjoy! 💕💕

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You’re wrist deep in cookie dough, kneading it under your palms with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you let out little huffs, Sherry had a school bake sale and you were more than happy to help offering to bake her some cookies.

Leon always admired that about you, the way you were so kind and caring, you’ve helped him a lot through these past couple of months and he thinks you’re just perfect, inside and out.

He walks over to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Hey beautiful” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you roll the chocolate chip-covered cookie dough into balls.

He doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly at the nickname, how you seem to go in on yourself, you’ve been like this for weeks now, avoiding his touches, even at night you seem to sleep further away from him, he hates it.

“Hey, do you think two batches are enough? Or should I do another?” You ask trying to divert the conversation in a different direction, Leon notices the way your eyes seem to be fixed on the cookie dough, “I don’t remember how many children are in Sherry’s class”

He can see the concern that laces through your eyes, and he knows the worry goes far beyond Sherry’s school bake sale, there’s something much deeper in the way, something that makes you brush his love off.

“I think two batches are plenty, Sherry’s gonna be over the moon,” he says, noticing that you haven’t preheated the oven as he turns it to one-eighty degrees, “You wanna go grab some dinner after you’ve finished pretty girl?” He asks frowning at the way you wince.

There’s that look that flashes over your face again as if his words are venomous, and it breaks his heart, and he dreads to think about the horrible words you’re telling yourself.

He stands there for a moment, watching as you put the second batch of cookies in the oven thinking about how to approach this because, in all honesty, Leon doesn’t know how long he handled this distance you’ve wedged between the pair of you.

He waits until you set the timer, washing your hands and drying them off, until talking to you letting out a sigh as he prepares himself.

“Can we talk?” He asks, leaning against the countertops, his eyebrows pinched together when you don’t look at him.

“Sure, what is it?” You turn over to where he’s standing, arms crossed over his chest.

His hands go to rest against your hips, and he hates the way you seem to flinch from his touch as if his hands were poison against you, his chest tightens at the way you nibble on your bottom lip as you push away from him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me” he says, his tone soft and caring and it makes you want to burst into tears because the last thing Leon deserves is the way you’ve been treating him lately, constantly pushing him away every time he reaches out for you.

And you hate how much power your insecurities hold over you, hate how it’s now affecting your relationship, it kills you.

“Hey, don’t cry angel,” he says, noting the tears that fall down the curve of your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, you felt so undeserving of such a sweet nickname.

You shake your head wiping your tears, “Don’t do that Leon” you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself, and he looks back at you with confusion.

“Do what?— y/n?” He asks, trying to understand why you were suddenly so upset, “Hey, beautiful tell me what’s going on?” His hands go to reach out for you but you’re quick to push them away.

“You don’t have to keep saying it, I’m not- I’m not beautiful or- or pretty, so just stop— please” and he swears he can feel his heart shatter, the remnants poking in his throat, and it’s hard to listen to your sobs.

He doesn’t know how to approach this, he’s terrified of making it worse but the way you hold yourself as pitiful sobs escape your lips breaks him in ways he never thought possible.

“Can— can I hold you?” He asks, relief washing over him as you nod whispering a small ‘okay’ and his arms wrap around you holding you close to him as he lets you cry into his shirt, his hand soothing your back.

“I’m sorry Leon, I’m just scared- I’m scared that you’ll look at me the way I do” you mumble and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. It pains him to know that you look at yourself with anything other than kindness.

“Sweetheart, hey look at me,” he says, hands cupping either side of your tear-stained face.

“I love you- so much it’s scary, and I need you to know that okay? You mean the world to me” he promises, with such a loving look in his eyes and you can't find the heart to doubt his words.

"You're the most perfect person in the world, so beautiful inside and out, and god, you're so pretty, so so pretty, you- you leave me breathless" he smiles at the teary chuckle that leaves your lips.

You smile back at him, and you know there isn’t much he can say to erase your insecurities, it’s a deep-rooted problem you have to face alone, but the way he showers you with his love helps more than he’ll ever know.

“What can I do to make it better? Anything and I'll do it” he asks, you let out a breathy giggle and you almost convince yourself he’s not real, he can’t be.

You reach up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and you slowly come to realise that, Leon really does love you and it was foolish to think otherwise, “There’s nothing really, just be patient, and don’t leave me” you murmur resting your head back against his shoulder, he hates that he can’t help you more.

“I’ll never leave you, ever” he promises, a gentle hand smoothing over your hair as he holds you against him.

“I’m sorry for being so awful to you, m’sorry for pushing you away,” you tell him with a slight wobble to your voice.

“You don’t need to apologise, you just gotta tell me what’s up, yeah? That’s what I’m here for” he tells you and you let out another wet, teary chuckle nodding your head and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

A minute passes by, as you both stand there holding each other before the timer goes off, and Leon pulls away as he takes out the cookies, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that’s he tempted to take one.

“Don’t even think about Leon, these are for Sherry’s bake sale” you remind him, as he still admires the delicious chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ll make another batch just for us” you wink, bumping your hip against his as he moves out of your way, and he smiles at the way you don't move away from his touch when his hand falls to your waist, you giggle at how he stands behind you watching intently as you put the cookies into little individual bags, fancy ribbon and all, and he can't help but think just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

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Criminal Minds Master list

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Spencer Reid -

Soft mornings

Nightmares

Missing Lego bricks

Candlelit kisses

Total geek

Ouch! - Spider-Man au

tease

‘I love you’

Drunk, but oh so in love.

The hardest days

A soft place to land

Friends to lovers

The chess game

Rainy days and afternoon naps

Spencer hates waking you up

Protective Spencer

Ticklish Spencer

Could you do something with a more protective jill valentine? like she just gets super jealous at anyone looking at the reader 😯

My girl

{Jill gets Jealous when her girl gets all the attention}

Hope this is okay lovely!! 💕

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If looks could kill let’s just say the entirety of this bar would be practically empty because Jill has done nothing but shot death glares at almost everyone who even tried to flirt their way into a conversation with you. It made her skin crawl with jealousy every time anyone got a little too close.

She hated feeling like this along with the guilt that pinches at her heart, she wants you to enjoy yourself but the way they look at you with their hungry eyes, and how their hands brush against your arms, it drives her insane because you’re hers.

Her hand rests on the top of your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly, “Are you okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone she’s ever heard and it practically melts her heart.

You lean into her, “Yeah I’m alright sweetie” She smiles pressing a kiss to your temple, her hand soothing against your thigh.

The night goes on and her hand doesn’t move as you continue your conversation, giggling whatever you’re talking about, not that Jill is listening far too distracted by the way the other person leans into you, their shoulder bumping into yours.

Jill lets out a sigh once the other person finally leaves to go 'get a drink', “Are you ready to go home yet?” You ask taking her hand from your thigh as you bring it up to your lips pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She looks at you with an earnest smile, “Was ready a while ago, sweet girl” she mumbles and you smirk at the very obvious annoyance that stains her tone.

“You should have told me, baby, we could’ve left ages ago” You giggle, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear and she doesn’t hesitate to lean into you, peppering kisses against your jaw.

“Let’s go before that fucker comes back” she whispers her lips grazing against your ear and the feeling sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but chuckle sweetly at the hate in her tone.

Jill hated to admit it but she was jealous, she was so insanely jealous of this random person in the bar who was all up in your personal space and she doesn’t want to spend another second here watching as you both get wrapped up in another hour-long conversation.

“Okay,” you smile as she takes your hand guiding you out of the busy bar as quickly as possible to avoid your ‘new best friend’.

It was colder out as the night passed and Jill hands you her coat, her arm wrapped around your waist as you both walk through the empty moonlit streets together with shared laughter.

“Hey! Wait up I forgot to give you my number!” Jill doesn’t know if she wants to punch the person in the face or throw up at how they clearly didn’t understand that you were taken.

So without really thinking she stops, tugging you into her body with haste as she presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, it takes you back a little but you soon relax into the warm feeling, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss and as soon as you catch on to what she’s doing you can’t stop the smile that sprays across your lips breaking the kiss.

Her hands are still against either side of your face and you look over Jill’s shoulder watching as the person from the bar walks away, well more so stomps away, and you giggle as she pulls you back into a kiss.

“Someone’s a little jealous” you chuckle as she playfully scoffs at you, her hands still against your warm face.

“You’re mine” she whispers against your lips, “All fucking mine baby” she presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m all yours Jill” you smile, taking her hand as you continue to walk down the street, making your way back to your shared apartment.

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Hiya lovelies!

Just letting you lovely people know that I’m still taking requests!! So you’re more then welcome to send me your requests 💕

— I write for —

The Marauders

Resident evil

House of the dragon

Have a wonderful day! 💕

hey just a /genq please don’t take this as me rushing you or anything but you do do every request and if you saw one you would do would u say something? i made a request quite some time ago and i was wondering if somehow i broke a boundary or i made you uncomfortable somehow

ofc if this is just you taking ur time with requests that perfectly fine please don’t worry!!

I’m going to be completely honest with you lovely, I have no idea, I’m currently working through like four requests right now, so you’re more then welcome to resend it, {as I have no idea what your original request was} or you can dm me!

Hope you have a wonderful day sweetness!! 💕