#whimsy!reader

[voidreynolds]

kinda like that whimsy gf with steve u reblogged - but with eddie.

we all know eddie loud as fuck so whimsy little girlfriend who makes him go all quiet and ears wide open as she rambled bout something he could really care less about but because its her oh its the world - and darent somebody interupt

whimsy gf and rockstar bf feels like everything the world needs

sorry for being SO SLOW at getting to requests,,, i burnt myself out🥲

eddie would actually love and treasure his whimsy gf more than anything and try so hard to not be so loud around her especially when she’s just trying to sit in nature🥹🥹

whimsy • eddie munson

— “princess, i found this today and thought of you.”

every time you heard those words from your boyfriend, you knew whatever he was about to present to you would be small and insignificant to most people but the most thoughtful and meaningful thing in the entire world to you. the nickname had started as a joke when you were completely oblivious to your surroundings, lost in a sketch and glancing up to eddie staring at you in wide eyed wonder at the flock of wild geese that had decided to rest a few feet away from you. after another encounter where you were sitting in the woods during lunch talking casually to a doe that just stared at you. eddie swore the damn deer was actually listening— actually agreeing with you.

you were a goddamn disney princess in his world— or some sort of nature or animal goddess; either way, you were the center of his universe. the front door creaked open and slammed unceremoniously shut behind him. he winced slightly as the birds at the feeder by the window scattered at his unintentional racket. “sorry—“ you just smiled widely at him, “it’s a heart!” you looked down at the rock fondly, then looked up at eddie lovingly.

— eddie followed you around record stores and thrift stores, listening intently as you rambled on about the music he didn’t particularly like and clothes entirely too not black. you turned to him with a huge smile, eyes lighting up, “look at this!”

you held out a white top with a corset like front and puffed sleeves, “why would someone ever get rid of this!?” eddie eyed you softly, adoring and ecstatic about your excitement, “because they knew that there was a goddamn princess who would love it and wear it better than anyone else.”

you flushed, smile spreading even more, “should i get it? i already have a lot of clothes…” you gasped again and eddie grabbed the shirt from you and folded it over his arm, smiling to himself. you were shifting through skirts, eyes falling on a patchwork brown and green one, “baby—“ eddie had followed you, smiling the entire time, grabbing everything you had stopped to consider or your eyes had lingered on for too long, fully intending to buy all of it.

— you sat on the roof of the trailer, sketch book sprawled across your lap. eddie, after the initial irrational terror that you were going to fall and die from the short roof, climbed up to join you. he grunted and cursed slightly, jacket clicking and footsteps heavy. you shushed him loudly and he froze; wide eyed and guilty as a scolded puppy.

“you’ll scare her away.”

eddie looked around frantically, eyes slightly wide. part of him actually considered if you had further evolved to be even mote superior than every human and were seeing ghosts or a fairy or some mythical creature he was not worthy of.

but you pointed with a content smile and eddie followed your finger, to where a doe stood at the edge of the trees. he had barely even noticed her, even with your help; and your ability to notice and sense animals once again baffled and delighted him.

— the morning after you first spent the night, eddie woke up to you missing. his stomach twisted, feeling guilt and anxiety that he had done something wrong and you had just fled before he even woke up. but he heard you just as the panic almost took over.

you sat outside on a picnic table, holding a mug of tea you had made. eyes closed, listening to the early morning bird songs. relief flooded him and he slid in beside you. he kissed your temple, wrapping his arms around you, “you know, it would have been nice to wake up next to you. i thought i did something wrong…”

you smiled against his kiss, “i’m sorry… of course you didn’t— i just could hear them from inside and they sounded so happy… and it’s so nice out i just—“ you kissed his cheek and eddie closed his eyes momentarily. the feeling of you pressed up against him, he assumed, was much like how you felt in nature. the birds were loud. they did sound happy… he had just noticed them. you shifted closer to him and eddie hoped he could spend every morning for the rest of his life like this…

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I would love to see more Regulus Black x Whimsical!Reader, I love how you write them together. Maybe she could be set on going on a semi-dangerous adventure to go collect one of her many collections, and Reg is worried about her getting hurt and either goes along wth her or follows close behind to make sure she is okay. :) thank you in advance

Hello! ❤︎ I'm not exactly sure if reader is as Whimsical! as she could be, but it is what it is. She's more of a plant-enthusiast. Either way, she's headed into the forest and Regulus isn't letting her go alone. ❤︎

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Spiny fairy mushroom spores

Regulus Black x Whimsical!reader

2.2k words

cw: fluff, slight arachnophobia

Regulus was up late going over quidditch plays in the common room. His team was good, no doubt, but they could always be better. They didn’t need to play dirty if they were already flying circles around the opponents. 

His quill traced a curve across the parchment, a path one of his chasers would follow. He didn’t look up when the rustling of a cloak and the soft patter of footsteps broke the near-silence of the common room. 

“Hi, Reg,” you said as you passed his table. 

“Hello,” he said automatically. 

You were headed towards the stairs out of the common room. Regulus drew an ‘x’ and then his quill stopped, hovering just above the parchment. You were going up the stairs. He laid his quill down and pushed his chair back. 

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, he said your name. 

“Yes?” You stopped and looked back at him. 

“It’s late. Where are you going?”

He might’ve looked the other way if you were headed to the kitchens or trying to sneak into the library. But you had your cloak on. As fond of you as he was, he couldn’t ignore that. 

“The forest.” 

“The forbidden one?” 

“Mhmm.”

“And why are you going now?” 

“I need spiny fairy mushroom spores. They are only released under a new moon.”

“Right,” Regulus said. He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “Wait there.”

He turned back to his table and grabbed his own cloak from the back of the chair he had been sitting in. If you were leaving the castle, he was going with you. You didn’t say anything when he came back and nodded, a gesture that said he was ready to go, nor did you question why he needed to come with you. You weren’t going to say no to your friend.

He followed you silently through the castle. He didn’t understand the route you were taking. It wasn’t to any of the main doors that Regulus knew about. And then you walked into one of the unused classrooms; well, it was used for interhouse chess club but that was about it. He closed the door behind him, keeping the knob turned until the door was nestled in its frame so the click was as quiet as possible. You had already crossed the room to the windows. You unlatched on and pushed it open. Then you climbed out. 

Right. Because why would you take a normal way out of the castle? At least it was in an area where the castle was built into the hill so the ground wasn’t a far drop from the window – it would make getting back into the castle easier. Once he was outside with you, you closed the window until it was only a finger’s width open. It would appear closed to anyone peering into the room from the door. You started towards the forest with Regulus in stride. He waited until you got closer to the forest before saying anything. 

“You are aware of what forbidden means, right?” he asked. 

“I think Dumbledore just wants to keep us out of his secret garden,” you said. 

“He has a secret garden?”

You nodded. “And it’d be picked over if Junior and Evan found it.”

Regulus clicked his tongue, understanding what kind of things you assumed Dumbledore was growing. 

“There’re no growths near the castle?” 

You sighed as you reached the edge of the forest. Regulus expected you to light your wand. Your wand remained pocketed and you headed into the darkness. He still followed you, his eyes straining to keep you in sight while making sure he didn’t trip over anything. 

“Tell me more about these spores,” Regulus said since you didn’t answer whether there were some closer to the castle, like in one of the greenhouses or something. 

“Well, I already told you the mushrooms only release them under a new moon. The mushrooms themselves glow. And the spores are good to have on hand for exams, for focusing ‘n’ stuff. If I can get enough, I can pawn ‘em off. Ravenclaws are a prime market for them.”

“What?”

“Have you never read about them?” 

“No?”

“Huh, you should. They’re fascinating and there are tons of other plants in here that can be really helpful. I’m surprised Junior has said anything to you.”

“I don’t… consume… everything he does.”

You laughed. “Wise choice.”

As you walked, Regulus had an iron grip on his wand. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and he could sort of see, so he was scanning the surrounding areas for anything that could be dangerous. He could cast Depulso or Protego in an instant. 

He didn’t cast the first spell of the night. You did. 

“Defindo.”

Some branches that had been blocking your way fell to the ground. You took two steps forward. 

You froze. 

It was so sudden that Regulus bumped into you. You grabbed his wrist before he could even back away, and then he saw what made you freeze. You had come face-to-face with a rather large spider. 

“Confringo.” 

The spider screeched as it was sent backwards with a blast of flame. With you still holding his wrist, he pushed you forward a few steps so he could get in front of you and then shifted so he could hold your hand to pull you out of the spider’s nest. 

“Where are these mushrooms?” he asked after putting a bit of distance between you and the spider. “How deep are we going?”

You took a shaky breath. It was good Regulus came with. 

“They, they shouldn’t be much further. Pandora’s directions-“

“Rosier is why we’re in here?”

“Of course. She found the patch.”

Regulus nodded. He was debating having words with Pandora. It wasn’t that you were incapable of handling yourself, but Pandora was more actively reckless than you. Pandora would act before thinking, which allowed her to venture deep into the forest alone. You did think, but sometimes you didn’t think things all the way through. You were more than willing to find these spores with no problems with breaking the rules; you didn’t consider the beasts that lie within the forest that might frighten you.

“Should be this way,” you said once you oriented yourself with where Regulus had brought you. 

As you started to walk, Regulus asked, “Do you mind if I light my wand?” He was getting tired of not being able to see where he was going.

“Go ahead.” 

Regulus lit his wand, and although you didn’t say anything, you appreciated the light. You walked for a little while without talking. Regulus was still watching your surroundings, just in case another spider jumped out of the trees. That was probably the one downside of lighting his wand, now everything in the forest knew exactly where you were. 

“Ooh! Horklumps!” you exclaimed.

A small cluster of pink mushroom-looking creatures bristled under the light from Regulus’ wand. 

“Professor Slughorn might give me a shiny knut for fresh juice!” 

You paused as you reached into your bag. It seemed to swallow your entire arm. You pulled out some tools and jars and knelt to the ground next to the horklumps to juice them. Regulus watched you work diligently, careful not to harm the plant-esque animals. He was mildly amused that you hummed while you worked; part of him thought it might calm the horklumps. 

You dusted your knees off after you were done and then you were moving into the darkness again. Regulus tried to help look for the spiny fairy mushrooms, but he didn’t know exactly what they looked like. He was going strictly off your description, which wasn’t much. Plenty of plants glowed, or emitted some kind of light or spore. After a few minutes of silent walking, Regulus accepted that his energy was better spent ensuring that the path you walked was safe. 

“Brilliant,” you muttered, more to yourself than Regulus, when you came across a small clearing with a patch of glowing mushrooms in the middle.

Standing at the edge of the clearing, Regulus thought that he could’ve realized that this was what you were looking for. Still, he didn’t say anything. He kept watch, eyeing the treeline for movement and keeping his wand raised just enough so that its light allowed you to see what you were doing. From what he could tell, you were using tweezers to pluck small orbs from the grass. 

Large spores, Regulus thought. 

“Alrighty, I think I’ve got enough. Definitely a few galleons worth if I talk to the right kids,” you said, standing up and once again dusting your knees. 

Regulus nodded. “Let’s take a different way back. I fear we might’ve angered that spider’s family.” 

“Avoiding spiders? Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You started in the direction you thought was toward the castle. You weren't actually sure if it was the way, but you figured all roads led to Hogwarts if you walked far enough. If you did start in the direction of Hogwarts, you’d probably end up turned around somewhere, so if you started in the wrong direction, you’d end up where you needed to go. 

Well, that or Regulus would help you at some point. He was more skilled in navigation than you were, and you knew he’d be polite in redirecting you. He was always polite with you. 

The thought that you angered a nest of spiders stayed with you as you walked. You didn’t know that Regulus was watching the trees and would protect you at any cost, so you got more nervous with every step. Despite his wand, you swore it was getting darker. Every rustle of leaves made the hair on your arms stand up. 

The path was widening slightly up ahead. 

There was a rumbling noise and something appeared right in front of you.

You jumped backwards. Right into Regulus.

His hands immediately grabbed your arms and steadied you. And in front of you is a toad. A giant purple, that hopped into the path from the small pond to your right. You felt your face burn with embarrassment at being frightened by it, and that you jumped back into Regulus. You didn’t even think about how he was still holding you despite your being okay.

“Thanks,” you breathed after a few seconds. 

He hummed, as if to say not to worry about it. Neither of you moved. The toad was still in front of you. Regulus’ hands still holding onto your arms. The branches shaking slightly in the wind, just enough to fill the silence.

With a croak, the toad hopped into the brush on the other side of your path. You waited another few seconds before starting to walk again, and it wasn’t until then that Regulus let his hands fall back to his sides. You were silent until you exited the forest. You hesitated at the edge as Regulus tucked his wand into his pocket. You’d be safe out in the open, and he didn’t want to bring any attention to you if a professor just happened to look out their window. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” you said quietly as you crossed the grounds. 

“I couldn’t risk finding out you got hurt or something because you went out alone,” he said nonchalantly. “I’d rather get a month of detention.”

You were quiet, and then, “That’s really sweet, Reg.”

And it was. Perfect prefect Regulus, quidditch caption and academic genius, would rather get detention than find out you were hurt. It warmed your chest. It was almost an adrenaline shot. One that disappeared when you reached the window you needed to slide through.

“You probably want some of what I get from the Ravenclaws?” you asked with your hand on the window’s frame but not opening it yet. 

Regulus tilted his head. “What do you mean?” 

“For coming with? You’ll want a portion of what I get for selling the spores.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want any money.”

“But you came out with me and-”

“To make sure you were safe. Figured it’s easier to come with and see for myself that you’re safe than to wait up in the common room.” He huffed a soft laugh. “What good would pacing have done me?” 

“You could’ve gone to bed. Or… finished whatever you were working on. Was it an essay I’ve forgotten about?” 

“I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. And it’s just quidditch. Your safety is far more important to me than quidditch.” 

Your grip on the window frame loosened. “I’m more important than quidditch?” 

He flexed his hand quickly before placing it on top of yours. He stared at your hands for a second, relishing in the fact that you didn’t pull your hand away. 

“You’re more important than a lot of things.” 

You looked at Regulus. Even in the darkness, albeit brighter than the forest, you could see the lightest blush across his cheeks. Then you looked down at your hands. You let go of the window frame so you could flip your hand to hold his. 

“Maybe… you could come with… more often?” you asked slowly. “If you aren’t busy. Like when I go to the greenhouses on Sundays?” 

Regulus nodded. “And whenever you go into the forest. Too many spiders in there.”

“I agree.” With your other hand, you grabbed the window and pulled it open. “And maybe to the Three Broomsticks sometime?” 

“I think that would be agreeable.” 

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[lovebuggieeee]

Small Moments Blurb

Jason Todd x Whimsy!Reader

headcanons/blurbs

a/n: lowkey love this pairing :) request r open!!

[saidinpassing]

pocketful of sunshine, s. reid

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in which, spencer valiantly defends your honor. as best as he can, at least. it's cute, i promise.

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trope: whimsy!reader x spencer, coworkers/friends

warnings: no smut, fluff, comfort, honorable mention of spencer's hands, defensive spencer, asshole cop wc: 2.34k

summary: The BAU cases are always dark, but you're like a little pocket of wonder in the chaos — always carrying odd little trinkets for good luck, quoting poetry at random, and doodling stars in the margins of case files. Spencer tries to act unaffected, but he starts picking up the habits too: absentmindedly quoting literature back, carrying a lucky coin you gave him, and smiling when he sees your sketches. Of course, being a glowing pillar of light in most rooms has its downs.

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You like the concept of tarot cards. It gives you a good sense of control, of stability in a job that tends to try and make things tumble out of their place, a way to have hopes for destiny. If you believe in that sort of sentiment. It stops the books from flying off the shelf. The awakening engine of the jet snaps you out of your thoughts as you raise your attention from the tarot cards sitting untouched in your palm. It's only a bit jarring, as always; planes startle you a bit. Emily sits across from you, book in hand, although you can tell she's not reading it. She's already falling asleep, the absent hum in the background serving as white noise for her napping. You flip through the tarot cards, brow furrowed in concentration as you turn three of the top ones over. The Lovers, the Fool, and The Hermit. The Fool's upside down. Hopefully that's not a bad thing. You slip the cards back into their respective places in the deck and pop up to get a coffee, careful not to bump Emily as you shuffle down the aisle. It's getting humid outside--condensation creeping up on the windows and clinging for dear life--you don't doubt it'll start raining soon.You're just about to pour your steaming hot black coffee when Spencer materializes behind you, and you almost spill all of it on yourself. "Crap! Spencer, what're you doing?"

He smiles apologetically, sheepishly. "Sorry, I--um, I was just wondering if we had any sugar." He holds up his own coffee mug, a black one with a cat on the front.

You sigh, handing him the mini sugar packet. "Don't apologise, some people just tread lightly. Scarily so, apparently." You smile back reassuringly. He nods, not moving away as you stir your coffee. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head. "So..." Oh, no, I've said the dreaded conversation opener. Don't panic, your charm will save you. If I even have any. He watches you intently, taking a sip from his coffee. He looks just about as if he'll hang onto your every word. It's making you nervous, and maybe it's making your face hot too, but you hope the lights are dim enough for it to be unnoticeable.

"What're the details of the case?" You finish up the coffee combo, turning so you're leaned against the back of the wooden counter.

He jumps into action, the awkwardness easing up as he shares details. "Looks like a 30-year old female victim, 27 year old male, about 23 stab wounds to the chest, arms and abdomen."

"Wow. That sounds...angry. Rage induced, I mean." You correct yourself, wincing mentally at the wording. You're smart, really smart, you just tend to forget technological terms in front of him.

"It looks like it." He hums as you both head back to the seats, sinking down across from one another in the leather. "The MO wasn't vehemently consistent, except for one thing." He pauses for dramatic effect. You nod, prompting him to go on as you cup your coffee mug in your hands.

"Crows."

You blink, tilting your head inquisitively. "...crows?" He nods rapidly. "Yeah, crows, carved in by the stabbing. As far as I've deduced, it matches up with an old poem about the meanings of amounts of crows. One for sorrow, one for birth, and so on.""Huh." Shuffling the tarot cards, you cross your legs. "So our unsub's intelligent. Maybe he thinks of himself like a poet?"

Spencer's shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "It's too early to tell. It's a message, that's for sure." That sentence catches you a little off guard. Usually Spencer's determined to figure things out, determined to do everything he can to work out a puzzle as baffling as this one. But for some reason, he's quieter. More sullen, in a way.

You're not one for frowning, but one crosses your features anyways. "You okay?" He looks as if he's been caught, raising his brows and making a soft, dismissive noise. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't slept too much."

Of course he'd say that. You're still worried, but nonetheless exhausted from the day. It's always a good idea to catch a nap on the jet.

"You should just sleep through the flight. We both should, catch some Z's."

That wording just about makes you pinch yourself in frustration. You keep saying stupid things around him, and you're still not sure why to this day. All you know is that it annoys you severely. As you both drift off into a half-awake half-asleep state, you're too delirious to note the almost frivolous, unnoticeable detail of Spencer holding your lucky coin between his fingers as you fall asleep.

`✦ ִֶˑ ִֶ𓂃⊹જ⁀➴ When the jet hits Georgia, it apparently wants to hit you too. You're woken from the peaceful slumber by the turbulence, disoriented and bleary as you peek out the window. God, it's sunny. Too sunny for sensitive morning eyes. Nonetheless, a sense of your usual hope fills you as you peek out the window, think of a short sacrament to the sun and let her continue her slow burning of the Earth.

Spencer wakes up across from you as well, his expression adorably confused as he blinks. You observe. Wonder how his under eyes always stay the same hue of dark grey, then you go back to pedantically staring out the window. Apparently you two (with the exception of Hotch--does he ever sleep?) are early birds. The team's still dozing. Your eyes wander back over to him eventually, spotting the coin in his hand. "Hey, you kept it." He tucks his hair back behind his ear then smiles, just a little. "Oh. Yeah, I did. I don't usually believe in luck, but it's kept me safe so far." The words make something grossly warm and sticky build up in your chest and you snort, putting on your best 'newsperson' voice. "Rare sighting. A man of science carries a lucky coin." Spencer laughs. God, that's a pleasant sound. It's about just as sweet as he takes his coffee. There's a comfortable silence for a little period of time, just the two of you sitting there. Unsure of what to do or say. As you sit there, you end up watching the movement of his fingers around the coin. Flip. Flip again. You've always been somewhat aware of his dexterity, but just silently watching him now brings heat to your face. Nimble fingers, neat fingernails and ridges between his knuckles that you just want to trace with your own touch. Of course, said silence is eventually broken by Garcia's chirping tone. "Good morning, good morning, my loves, I am souped up on five coffees and feeling amazing." There's a collective groan between JJ and Morgan. Derek rubs his forehead, sitting up from the visually uncomfortable-looking position he'd taken on the couch as they start to land. "Babygirl, there are better ways to wake us up than singing in our ears." "Derek Morgan, if we were alone right now, I can assure you I'd be waking you up differently." Garcia jokes in her usual sultry tone, their casual friendly flirting making both you and Spencer roll your eyes. It's another three minutes before the others come to, and another five before they've drunk enough coffee for them to be able to profile efficiently. The little TV lights up with Garcia's face again, and she smiles. "I return, bearing less of a zapped, coffee-fuelled mind. Let's get into it." After you all go over the details of the case, discussing patterns in the signature and the whole crow thing Spencer mentioned before, you get off the jet with your go-bags. "It's bright." Is the first thing you can muster, cupping your hand above your eyes to avoid the harsh glare of the sun.

"Really bright." Reid adds on, frowns on both your faces. You get a little pouch out of your bag, picking out the gem of the day. Alexandrite. Brings balance, and luck. Also, it's pretty. The greeny-purple hues glimmer a bit in the sunlight as you turn it over.

"Let's get moving." Hotch says firmly, the rest of the team tagging behind albeit in a fatigued manner. It's going to be a long drive. `✦ ִֶˑ ִֶ𓂃⊹જ⁀➴ The station is quiet, it's the first thing you notice. Except for the papers rustling about, the typing, and scattered talking, it's not as busy as you'd expect it to be in a place that's currently rampant with serial killings. Spencer looks mildly horrified at the state of some of the officer's desks. "Do they not sanitize? There are at least over 10 million bacteria on a standard office desk." "Spence, I don't even think they sanitize their hands." You comment, noting the intern in the corner eating his takeout and typing. The expression on the genius' face after seeing it is comical. You almost want to laugh, but you're reminded it genuinely disturbs him, so you're just left giving him a brief, reassuring shoulder pat.

Ah, yes, the shoulder pat. The one form of human bodily communication cue your hand just itches to choose in pretty much any conversation. It's a problem, frankly. He doesn't seem to mind too much, anyways. Your hand drops from the fabric of his cardigan as you enter the tiny briefing room they have set up. It's a little more accommodating; a nicer table. "Okay, what do we know?" Hotch crosses his arms, letting the team file things away in their heads. You squint and focus on every aspect of the photos propped up on the board, your mind sharpening. Crows. Your thoughts fall down that rabbit-hole again, the interest peaking a bit. On this particular body, there are six. Six for gold. You can't understand the sentiments of the act at the moment, or at least, not the connections that the unsub was thinking of when he carved specifically six. If that was the intention, that is. "The MO isn't consistent with that of an organized killer but he's still careful enough not to leave behind DNA or anything obvious. Just obvious things on the bodies." Spencer pipes up, explaining his crow theory to the group a little excitedly. It's cute to watch from a different perspective.

A burly man--who you assume is the higher-up here--approaches Hotch with a firm handshake and a nod. A very, very quick moment passes between the two. A silent sharing of thoughts, if you will, and you just notice it before it's gone as if it was never there at all. Then introductions, and when Hotchner gets to you, the old man looks a bit...baffled? Maybe the better term is nonplussed. Flummoxed. Either way, he's looking at you like you're a different species. Your way of dressing, the trinkets and odd bits n' bobs pinned to your pants. It's not like you're unused to this sort of reaction. He's just sort of...pushing it. Making a hyperbole out of something that's not even a sentence at all. Then again, he seems like the type of guy to get annoyed with someone for licking an envelope wrong, so you just give him a blank stare back. "You're a bit...unorthodox." The officer raises a brow. You squint, unsure of how to reply. You're usually loquacious, but when it comes to backhanded insults you sort of just...shut up. The team seems stumped as well, but not pleased either way. "She's a valuable asset to the team." Hotch says stoically, tone flat. You just stand there. You're sick of this. Not the comments, but the wasting time. What if someone else is being murdered right now? And this station is what, sitting around eating Thai food and waiting for a saint to show up and fix their problems? It doesn't work like that, not in your head. The officer seems to like talking. "Well, I know, she probably is, but does the FBI really let its agents dress like that?" He makes a gesture to you with his hand. You eventually take a brief look over at Spencer, and it puts you into a state of momentary shock when you see he's bristling, jaw wound tight and frown creasing his brow. "She's good at her job, how she dresses isn't relevant, I think you'll find." The usually socially aversive doctor doesn't hesitate to shut down the chief's observations, brushing past him so he can get to the pin board. "I think we should review the crime scene instead of talking about things that aren't important at all." You raise both eyebrows. Okay, this is weird. Spencer's still going over the board, but it's obvious enough that he's not pleased. His mind is racing about two million miles a second as he tries to take his mind off that idiot who thought it'd be okay to try put you down, even mildly. Eventually when things have calmed down a bit, you sidle up next to him, peeking up at the board and pointing out a few small things. He lets out a huff of air, relaxing a bit at your presence. More pointing, then two or three infodumps later, he turns to you. "Are you alright?" He peers into your eyes with his own brown ones. They're like actual melted chocolate, so inviting and addicting. Like little chestnut pools of dopamine. You snap out of it so you can answer his question. "Oh, right. I'm fine. Little peeved, but fine." His brow furrows further as he observes, analysing your micro-expressions to judge whether you're actually okay or not. "You're sure?" You nod gently, leaning against the round wooden table propped in the middle of the room. "I'm sure, I'm fine." His hand hesitantly, very, very, hesitantly touches yours, another smile on his face, this one more embarrassed and trying to gauge your reaction so he'd doesn't mess up. "I need just one more confirmation to be sure. Think of it like a three-step verification, in a way." You sigh, little, pleasant pins and needles flickering up your arm in the form of goosebumps when he touches you. "I'm fine. There's number three." You take his lucky coin out of his pocket and hold it in front of him, your fingers intertwining with his in your free hand. "And, this can count as a number four." You're not sure what you mean or whether it makes sense, but Spencer can take that up with the universe later. "Sounds good to me." `✦ ִֶˑ ִֶ𓂃⊹જ⁀➴ a/n: PLEASE DONT HARRASS ME I WROTE THIS AT 1AM ON MY PERIOD WITH NO RELIEF I KNOW IT MIGHT NOT BE GOOD

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i love whimsy!reader soso much… i was wondering if rafe joins in on making tea blends or perfumes w her or jus hovers over her making sure she doesnt make a mess? also i would love to read whimsey!reader making him some sort of cologne unprompted nd his reaction cause we all know this boy is feining for some attention and praise….

hello lovely nonnie thank u so much for this !!! not proofread so pls ignore typos c:

i think in the beginning he’d try to, kind of like it being his way of wooing her or impressing her. whimsy would think it’s just sooo sweet that he’s willing to do something that she loves so much, and would just give him free rein to do whatever he wants. the issue arises when it becomes glaringly obvious that he’s actually shit at choosing notes and complementary scents. his candles end up smelling like bog water and the mini perfumes he make seem to evaporate before they’re even on skin.

i think there’d be a similar issue with tea, starting with the fact that this man simply does not drink tea in the first place. i feel like he’s more of a coffee guy as it is, so green/black tea just never sounded appetising. HOWEVER. i think he falls in love with whimsy’s chai. like it’s got that milky element that he likes, it’s got the caffiene, and it just tastes that fucking good. his favourite would be her version of kashmiri chai; the little boy in him feels emasculated over ever enjoying a pink drink, but his tastebuds win him over everytime he takes a sip.

now whenever she is actively making her lil potions, rafe hovers. he’s a hover-er. he watches everything like a hawk; making sure her hands don’t get too close to any open flames, moving any jars she’d precariously left near the corners of her table. he’d always be reminding her to wear her gloves and apron and has that ‘disappointed dad’ expression whenever she accidentally burns herself whilst making candles. with the perfumes, he can’t stand to be in the room for too long, all the fumes and smells giving him a headache. he’s always asking whimsy how she can even survive in there, then realises he needs to start taking her out for fresh air whenever she becomes too absorbed; he wonders if the gases have had some sort of effect on her.. bc it would for one explain her ‘weirdness’.

he’s very good at collecting all her dried flowers though ^_^ i think his favourite thing to do is bag all the rose petals and organise her drawer of tea blends. he’d surprise her with expensive tea plants that he’d especially gotten imported just for her </3

if she were to gift him with a cologne out of nowhere, he’d literally be speechless. so that’s why he wasn’t allowed in her studio (he was like a lost puppy just sitting outside her door begging to be let in). she’d be like “just wanted to give my sun a little stardust. i tried to make it smell like things that remind me of you.” it’s literally the most thoughtful gift anyone’s ever gotten him, and his heart stutters painfully when she reveals it’s called ‘ray.’ a perfume for him, under her nickname for him. (you just know she got it good that night….)

you can bet your ass he’s going around shoving it under everyone’s noses. “look what m’girl made me. yeah, she’s reaaal talented, she’s uh — she’s good at what she does. n-no. no, she doesn’t take requests, the fuck…”

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love rafe x whimsy reader! they’re so cute 😭 would you ever do more texts between them head-canons? i feel like whimsy!reader is the type to take pics of everything and send them to rafe like “saw this and thought of u <3” OR EVEN VICE VERSA TBH! rafe is sweetie to her

omg thank you for the askkkk!! I am sooo excited to write more for this tag :) whimsy!reader 100% would be like this so here’s my take on it!! hope you like it <3

Rafe Cameron x Whimsy!Reader

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hello hello tis me again, the regulus fanatic. im not aware if you saw my message yet but i ADORED your regulus fic and so i’ve prepared another if you’d like

get this, regulus x (once again, im obsessed) whimsy slytherin reader where she’s touchy and affectionate towards everyone especially close friends and one day regulus finally works up the nerve to ask her iut and shes just like ‘sure😃’ thinkings its just a normal day and reggies just acting weird

cut to like a week later when regulus leans in for a kiss and readers all like ‘WHOA😲’ cue awkward conversation about how they’ve been dating fir a week then readers rushes to tell everyone because she’s been pining for him for YEARS

sorry if thats a lot and have a wonderful wonderful morning evening and night!

Hello again! I had so much fun writing this! ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎Still getting used to whimsy!reader so I hope it's okay that reader is highkey a yapper. They are both pining in this and just, augh! Fluff.

My turn to yap: I had a similar situation to this when I was younger. Fully convinced I was dating this guy for a few weeks before finding out that he had a girlfriend and he thought we were just "hanging out" despite going to very date-like places.

This story is nothing like my experience - Thank you for this very cute request ❤︎

Mr. 'Allergic to touching'

Regulus Black x Whimsical!reader

4k words

cw: fluff, pining,

Personal space isn’t a concept you’re familiar with. Well, it is but you like being in everyone’s, especially those you are close friends with. You’ll lean over the backs of chairs and couches as your friends sit in them, often reading or occasionally doing homework. You are always holding hands with your friends as you walk to class together. When you are relaxing somewhere, you are either draped over someone’s lap or pulling them into yours. That is just the edge of it too. You greet everyone with a hug, even if you are meeting them for the first time. It is just how you are. And you are blissfully unaware of how it bugs some people. 

Regulus, however, isn’t one of those people. Everyone expects him to be with his cold demeanor, how he snaps at first years for being too loud, and the fact that he doesn’t tolerate that amount of touching from anyone else. There is something about your touch that makes Regulus feel warm and content. That’s why he doesn’t mind it, but he won’t tell anyone that. Barty and Evan would call him ‘soft’ if they heard that. It would be even worse if they knew how Regulus fully feels about you; they know that he’s friends with you and tolerates your touches, but that’s all they know. 

Still, the idea of having your gentle touches and words of affection to himself makes Regulus smile. It’s a vice, he tells himself. He’s supposed to keep a plain expression, to be indifferent toward frivolities of his peers and their petty drama. You have a knack for breaking his resolve, especially when it’s lap you’ve laid down in or his chair you’re leaning over to see what page he’s on in his book. 

“Oi, Regulus, you coming?” Barty calls from across the common room. 

“Yes,” he replies dryly from where he is sitting near the fireplace.

Your friends are going to the library in an attempt to study and actually get something done. A group of third years playing exploding snap in the common room wasn’t allowing any of them to focus. Dorcas had been the one to angrily slam her hands into her book and swear at the younger students, and then you suggested the library. At least Dorcas would be able to study there. Regulus assumes that he’ll end up sitting across from you, or next to you, and he won’t be able to focus. 

Regulus follows behind the group. You’re in the middle holding hands with Pandora. You have a floral print tote bag slung over your shoulder that likely has Pandora’s things in it as well. Maybe he’d be the one holding your hand and carrying the bag one day… And now he’s smiling. 

“Excited to write that essay for Slughorn or something?” Barty asks, falling into step with Regulus. 

The smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Because essence of dittany uses is such an interesting topic,” he says sarcastically. 

“You’re the one who was smiling, mate. Something made you crack.” 

“Remembered something funny. Merlin forbid…” Regulus gives Barty a sideways glance, hoping that his answer would satiate him. 

Barty just flexes his eyebrows and adjusts his stride to match Evan’s. Regulus doesn’t mind that the rest of the walk is silent for him. The rest of his friends, including you, take part in livelier conversations, but Regulus is content just listening in. 

Just as he predicted, you sit down next to Regulus in the library. You place a hand on his arm.

“Could you help me with this Charms assignment? Unless you’re doing Potions with Junior?” you ask. 

He had already finished that assignment, but it is you asking. How could he say no to you?

“It’d be my pleasure. Have you started it?” 

You shake your head.

“Alright. That’s no problem. Let’s get the books you need.”

He stands up and you follow him into the shelves. You hum to yourself as he selects a few books. You like how easily he finds everything in the library and that he just knows which books you’ll need for the assignment. He doesn’t hold them out for you to carry. You see it as a polite gesture. Regulus is just nice like that. 

Back at the table, Dorcas is working earnestly on her homework. Evan, Barty and Pandora are having a hushed discussion that gets even quieter as you and Regulus retake your seats. Regulus starts flipping through the books to find the pages you’d need to reference. You watch him for a minute before realizing that you should be taking the assignment out. 

Once you look ready, Regulus moves one of the books right in front of you and explains which part of the assignment the passage relates to. Instinctively, you scoot your chair impossibly closer to his. Regulus tenses slightly; being so close to you will certainly make focusing on your assignment. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. You don’t notice. You’re too focused on trying to understand the point of a knitting charm. 

“But I can knit. I enjoy knitting. Why would I bother learning a charm to do it for me?” you ask in a defeated voice. 

“Well, what if I needed something knitted? I don’t know how to knit,” Regulus says in a fairly quiet voice, being that you are in the library. 

You tilt your head slightly and rest your chin on your hand. “I could knit it for you. I’m quite good. Remember that shirt I knitted for Cas’ girlfriend?” 

You casually leave out that you charged Dorcas for the shirt. You wouldn’t charge Regulus. If he needed something, you’d be more than willing to make it for him. 

“Then it’s for all the poor sods who don’t know the same wonderful people I do,” he says before realizing that he’s just called you wonderful. Outloud. To your face. 

His face burns in embarrassment.

“Oh, you’re so sweet!” you coo, hugging Regulus and being completely oblivious to the red shade of his face. Then you school your own emotions and turn back to your assignment. “Right, poor sods who are lonely and friendless.” 

Regulus puts all of his attention on the assignment. He needs to ignore the way his body still feels your warmth minutes after you let him go. 

“Right, ‘m bored. Kitchens?” Barty announces after some time. 

Pandora and Evan agree immediately and stand up. Dorcas waves them off, still working on her homework. The three don’t even wait for you or Regulus to respond. You both had your heads down, exchanging whispers about your assignment. Regulus is trying not to think about how close you are, and you’re grateful that Regulus is being so patient with you. 

After a while, Dorcas excuses herself and says she’ll see you back in the common room. It’s just you and Regulus now. You’ve almost finished your assignment. You’re tired of it, if you’re being honest. You would have given up a while ago if it was anyone else helping you, but it’s Regulus so you’re trying your best to stay focused. 

“And you’re done!” Regulus says with a small smile. “You did it.”

“Thanks to you,” you tell him. “I would’ve turned in a half-finished assignment.”

“Do you do that often?” 

You shrug. “When the assignment is stupid and pointless.”

Regulus chuckles softly as he stands up to put the books back. He wasn’t expecting you to follow him into the shelves but you did. You don’t say anything, rather humming to yourself again and watching Regulus. You like the way he carries himself and he’s just pretty in general so who wouldn’t want to watch him? Once your things are packed up from the table, you walk back to the common. In your usual fashion, you’re holding onto Regulus’ arm, which means you’ve unintentionally disabled his ability to think clearly.

“Sorry you didn’t get to work on your Potions essay,” you say.

“Don’t be. I wouldn’t have made much progress on it anyway.”

“You know, I find dittany to be quite pretty. Wish it grew naturally around here. My mum grows them at home, a large section of our garden actually. It’d actually be helpful if our dorms weren’t in the dungeons. Then I could grow it in our dorms. I’m sure Pandora agrees with me,” you ramble and you keep going. 

Regulus can’t help his smile as he listens to you. He fully meant what he told Barty earlier; he didn’t find dittany, nor its essence, all that interesting. Your appreciation for the plant? He’d be willing to write down every word that was coming out of your mouth. Before you start to descend down the final staircase before the common room, Regulus puts a hand on yours where it's holding onto his arm. His gut is telling him it’s now or never. 

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he asks, his voice steady but stomach flipping with nerves. 

“Of course! If the weather’s anything like last weekend, it’s going to be beautiful out. Although, I wouldn’t mind if it was a tad less windy.”

“It was windy last weekend, wasn’t it?”

“It was.” 

You give his arm a little squeeze before you head down the stairs and into the common room. Once in the common room though, you spot Pandora and Dorcas and rush over to them. Regulus doesn’t mind your sudden departure. The warmth of you on his arm not only lingers, but the fact that you agreed to go on a date with him? He could catch a snitch without his broom. His smile doesn’t falter as he strolls through the common room and disappears into his dorm. 

“Oi, you’re smiling again,” Barty says when Regulus sits down at his desk with the intent to work on that stupid Potions essay. 

“Smiling illegal now?” he deadpans. 

“No… but it’s weird when you do it. You’re not a smiler.” 

Regulus doesn’t answer, but he knows what Barty means. He can’t help it though. You agreed to go on a date with him.

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You meet Regulus at breakfast on Saturday, dressed nicely and casually at the same time. Regulus outdressed you easily, but that was to be expected. Even his most casual outfits tended to be more formal and expensive. He is a Black, afterall. 

Regulus did eventually tell Barty about the date. After some teasing in their dorm, Regulus managed to convince him to not make a big deal about it. If it didn’t go well, Regulus didn’t want everyone knowing about it. He fully hopes it’ll go well, but given the chance it doesn’t, he wants to be able to move past it without any issues. 

You grab Regulus’ hand when you leave for Hogsmeade. Holding his hand rather than his arm makes Regulus’ heart pound in his chest – oh, the effects you have on him. 

“Do you need to go into Spintwitches? Didn’t you say you were running low on broom polish?” you ask.

Regulus stares at you for a moment before nodding. He barely remembers having said that sometime this week, before he even asked you out. He appreciates that you actually pay attention to what he says more than he can express.

“Okay, so we’ll go there and then, if you don’t mind, can we walk around Tomes and Scrolls? I’ve been talking to the owner about expanding his stock on Divination products and I want to see if he’s got anything in yet.”

“Erm, yeah. Anywhere you want to go, darling.” 

Even though you’re on a date and holding hands, Regulus’ face still heats up when he realizes he let a pet name slip. He silently thanks the fates that Barty and Evan didn’t “just happen” to tag along today; if they had heard him call you that, Regulus would never hear the end of it. While you notice him looking away from you, to hide the blush, you don’t think much of it. It’s just an odd quirk that he’s been doing around you more and more. 

Regulus tries to not take too much time in Spintwitches. He only ever uses one brand of polish, but since he’s buying it, he has to mentally debate if he needs more rags or a sharpener for his tail-twig clippers. He decides against both. The whole time in the store, you held onto his hand until he needed it to get out his money to pay. 

You swing his arm a little bit as you head to Tomes and Scrolls. As soon as you step into the shop, you pull Regulus toward a “New!” stand. Regulus feels apprehensive as he eyes the stand. It has more mainstream Divination books, but also ones that are more focused on crystal energies and aura readings. Regulus has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from scoffing at a “Nargle Repellant Kit.” He is fairly certain that nargles don’t exist. You scan the whole stand, even dropping Regulus’ hand for the second time so you could crouch to see the lower items.

“This is brilliant!” you exclaim, pulling out a book with depictions of constellations and crystals on its cover. “Dora will be thrilled when I show her this!”

You almost make a comment about how you’re surprised that she didn’t come today. It’s rarely ever just you and Regulus. You like that it is, but the point still stands. It’s not common. 

You grab two more books and head to the register. When the owner tells you the cost, you go to grab your money, but before you can even open your coin purse, Regulus has placed the correct amount on the counter. 

“Oh, I could’ve gotten that,” you say, a bit shocked.

“It’s my treat.”

“Then thank you, kind sir.”

Regulus gives you a soft smile and takes the bagged books from the owner. It wasn’t your tote of school supplies, but it was close enough – Regulus would carry it until you returned to the common room. 

“Anywhere else you want to go or should we go for butterbeers?” Regulus asks. 

“Hmmm…” you hum, taking Regulus’ hand again and giving it a squeeze. “Butterbeers. And then Honeydukes before we go back to the castle. I will eat all my Bertie Beans in the Three Broomsticks if we stop at Honeydukes first.”

Regulus chuckles. “That I know. Nothing like butterbeer to wash down the delightful flavor of earwax.”

You giggle and squeeze his hand again. The Three Broomsticks is busy, which isn’t surprising in any way. You find a booth for the two of you and a small wave of guilt falls over you. It feels wrong to take up an entire booth with just two of you. You make a mental note to invite any of your friends over if you see them. 

“Tell me, how did you get Mr. Brown to order these books?” Regulus asks, patting the Tomes and Scrolls bag next to him.

“It was so difficult. But really, I think Dora and I just wore him down. You know, asking and asking for these type of books and telling him it’s vital to our education. Little bit of forgery…”

“Forgery?” Regulus repeats.

“Well, he wanted a note from Professor Dawntry saying that they were necessary, or beneficial at least. And do you think she’d write that? No. So… we took it upon ourselves to write it. It’s all thanks to Junior for forging her signature. I think that really sold it to Mr. Brown.”

Regulus smirks. “And what if he ever talks to Dawntry in person? Asks her about the books that she’s endorsed?” 

“I already purchased the books, silly,” you say with an affectionate eye roll. “You purchased the books technically. But what’s he going to do? Force me to return them?”

“I suppose business is business.”

“Exactly! And it’s not like I’m requesting books on the Dark Arts.”

Then you start to explain the more intricate details about this particular branch of Divination that you’re looking into and how the Hogwarts library only has so many books on it. You’ve even read the books on it that are in the Restricted Section with real notes from Professor Dawntry. 

“That’s where we got the signature for Junior to copy,” you say.

Regulus nods and you continue. He’s more than fascinated while listening to you ramble. He hopes his staring is more ‘attentive listener’ than ‘creepy stalker’ or ‘you have something on your face.’ 

You’re pleased that Regulus doesn’t look bored with you right now. You’ve talked about this subject in the past to a variety of people and most of them give you skeptical looks and try to change the subject. And then there are the few who look more bored than the average student in Professor Binns’ class. Regulus is just attentive and it fuels the butterflies in your stomach. 

After a few butterbeers, Regulus hands Madam Rosmerta a few galleons before you head over to Honeydukes.

“I can pay you back for that,” you say, once again reaching for your coin purse before Regulus puts his hand on your arm.

“Don’t. Told you, it’s my treat.”

“What? The whole day? Reg, you already got my books!”

“I invited you, darling. Today’s on me.” 

A faint blush dusts your cheeks. “Damn, you should invite me to Hogsmeade more often.”

That’s the plan, Regulus thinks. He feels it would’ve been too forward, too flirty to say out loud, but it is the plan. If today continues to go well, he plans on being your Hogsmeade date quite often and being your date to the Yule Ball and asking you to wear his extra jersey to quidditch games and being your study buddy and… He is getting ahead of himself. He needs to finish the first date strong before he can plan out the rest of your relationship. 

You don’t take long in Honeydukes. Both of you know exactly which sweets you want and where they are. Having stopped there every visit since you started going to Hogsmeade in third year, it’s a well rehearsed visit. Once more, Regulus pays for your things. You don’t protest at all this time, knowing that he’ll insist that it’s his treat. It’s a tad bizarre the longer you think about it; you don’t recall him paying for anyone else that often. Usually when the whole group goes to the Three Broomsticks, everyone throws a galleon or a few sickles on the table before you leave, based on how much each drinks or if someone ordered food. Your solution? Just don’t think about it. He’s being nice and you don’t complain when someone is being extra nice to you. Definitely not when it’s Regulus. 

On the way back to the castle, you tell Regulus about the games you used to play with cousins using Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. Some of the games you’ve played at Hogwarts through the years, but your cousins have their own rules and methods of telling the flavors apart. Regulus tells you about the Chocolate Eternals that Sirius would sneak him when they were younger.

“He’d have to remind me not to chew them every time. Mum’s only given me enough to get two so we each get one. They don’t melt. Make it last.” 

You give him a slightly pitiful look. “I guess sweets weren’t too common growing up?” 

“No. Mother believes they are for special occasions and even then, they are limited… Come to think of it, I’m not sure Mother actually gave Sirius the money for the chocolates. He probably nicked it from her purse.” 

Regulus chuckles at the idea and you’re glad the conversation returns to its previous light-hearted nature. Regulus is able to keep his unspoken promise to carry your things all the way back to the common room. 

“Thanks for everything, Reg,” you say, giving Regulus a hug before taking your things back to your dorm. 

Regulus smiles to himself as he heads back to his. He feels proud of himself. He had a great first date with you and you seemed to enjoy yourself. 

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Regulus starts placing himself next to you as much as he can. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like. You’re not complaining by any means. It’s nice and you like it. It’s just different. But you do notice that he’s becoming more relaxed around you, more himself. There have even been a few times where it’s just the two of you and you fall into easy conversation. 

After dinner on Friday evening, you sit next to Regulus on the plush couch in the common room. He’s got out the Transfiguration textbook, clearly doing the assigned reading. You have no intention of doing so. Regulus becomes less stiff as you sit down. It’s a miniscule change but you notice it. You scooch closer to Regulus and he moves his arm around you, holding you closer into his side. 

Pandora and Barty, having witnessed this, exchange curious glances. Regulus had told Barty that the date went well and he just assumed you were on the same page, that you are now dating. You had told Pandora about Regulus buying and how sweet he was the entire time, followed with a desperate ‘Do you think he might like me?’ Both Pandora and Barty had never seen Regulus put his arm around someone like that and he definitely never pulled someone in closer to him. His apparent tolerance of touches applying to only you was one thing; this was a whole new level. 

“You smell good,” you mutter into his chest. 

“Hm, thank you,” Regulus says quietly. 

Then he musters all his courage and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes go wide and you sit up, staring at him. Pandora and Barty have similar looks of surprise on their faces. Their quiet and previously boring evening in the common room just got interesting. 

“You… just… You kissed…” you stutter out.

You’re unable to actually finish your thought. You aren’t completely oblivious. You know that Regulus doesn’t give affection. 

“Erm, is that okay?” he asks, suddenly looking bashful and unsure of himself. 

“You don’t… You don’t… do that?” you say, sounding very, very unsure of what just happened. 

He wets his lips nervously. “I thought it’d be okay, with you, you know, since we’re dating?” 

You sit up even straighter. 

“We are?” you gasp. 

Regulus’ face burns bright red and out of the corner of your eye, you can see Barty trying not to fall out of his chair with suppressed laughter. 

“Since when?” you add. 

“Last week? I asked you on a date and it went well? At least, I thought it went well… I had a good time. Did you not?” 

You gasp louder and throw yourself at Regulus, burying him in a hug. 

“Merlin, I didn’t realize! No, it did go well!” You pull back from him with the widest grin he has ever seen. “You like me?” 

Regulus adjusts himself next to you, turning slightly to be more facing you. So apparently you weren’t on the same page about everything, but you seemed open to it.

“He doesn’t go around kissing everyone, sweetheart,” Barty chimes in, earning himself a glare from Regulus.

“Is that why you paid for everything? Because it was a date?” you ask Regulus.

He nods and you pull him into another hug. 

“So we’re dating,” you say.

“If that’s okay with you?” Regulus says, still sounding unsure of himself.

You pull back again and this time it’s you nodding. Then you get off the couch and practically jump onto Pandora’s lap.

“Did you hear, Dora? I’m dating Regulus!” you say happily. “Oh, I need to find Dorcas! She needs to know!”

And you are bounding away in search of your friend. You don’t hesitate to tell everyone that you pass that you’re dating Regulus Black, yes, the Regulus Black. You can’t help it – you’re just so excited that this yearslong crush has manifested into something real.

“About time too,” Pandora says once you’ve disappeared up the stairs toward the girls’ dormitories. “She’s been smitten with you for years.”

“I’d say you’re perfect for each other. Mr. ‘Allergic to touching’ and Ms. ‘Always touching,’” Barty adds. 

Regulus throws a pillow at Barty, which sends him into a cackling fit. Barty knows that Regulus must really like you to let him get away with that comment. After all, Regulus could’ve thrown his Transfiguration book at him. 

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I Started Dreamin’ - Pt. 4

Rafe Cameron x Whimsy!Reader

a/n: im introducing readers past in this one! hopefully yall like it!!

content warnings: bullying (past and present), mention of past depression, and Ruthie’s bitchass. pls lemme know if I missed anything!

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