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as-sweet-as-a · 10 days ago
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just found out gabriel is only in 11 episodes of spn. im in anguish. idk if ill recover from this one.
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as-sweet-as-a · 24 days ago
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can't rid myself of jealously - d.w.
summary; dean tried to make you jealous cos he thinks its hot, but it doesn't exactly go to plan warnings; drinking, kind of insecure!reader words; 940
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It was late. Too late. You were tired and just wanted to crash back at the motel. But, since the job had been a success, Dean insisted you all went to the bar. So, here you were. Sam was nursing a singular beer, complaining about how he should be back in the room. Castiel was stood awkwardly by the bar. Dean, of course, had already had two beers, trying to get everyone more awake.
“Look, see, they’re having fun.” Dean grinned and nodded at a group of girls that were hanging around by the jukebox. You rolled your eyes and sipped your drink.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” you mumble. After you’d finished your business and splashed cold water on your face, you left. However, when you went to rejoin the group, you only saw Sam and Cas. Dean was gone. You looked around and your eyes landed on the girls by the jukebox. One of them transferred their bright pink cowboy hat to his head, making him chuckle. He caught your eye and winked at you. You felt your stomach boil.
“You’re discontent.” You jumped, not realising Castiel had appeared next to you.
“Uhm, I guess.” You shrugged and took your drink back off of him, sipping it. “It’s Dean. He’s trying to make me jealous?”
Castiel tilted his head and shot you his confused puppy look. “Hm? But you’re not jealous.”
You nodded. “Mhm…”
Sam approached you and Castiel, glancing at Dean and rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, I’m about to head back. Dean said we’re good to take the car, something about not thinking he’d even be able to drive back later.”
You nodded and left the bar with Sam and Castiel, Sam placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You loved Dean, of course you did. His old habits? Not so much. Usually, you’d laugh it off. Or, if you were in a more confident mood, you’d go over and show yourself off to whoever Dean was flirting with while Dean grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist proudly.
He returned an hour or so later. You could tell because of the hushed voices of Sam and Dean in the hall. The lights were off in your motel room. You were under the sheets, swallowed by one of Dean’s hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts. Your eyes were fixed on some trash TV show about fishing.
The door creaked open and you heard Dean kick off his boots. He slid into the bed behind you. You could smell the beer on his breath and the sickeningly sweet perfume the girls were slathered in. You could also practically hear his grin. His arm fell over your waist as he began to pepper your neck in kisses. You shrugged him off, unamused.
Dean let out a low laugh. “Woah, hey. What’s this about, hm?” He joked, assuming you were playing hard to get or just messing around.
“Headache.” You mumbled.
He huffed a laugh. “Oh, really?” He leaned back in to kiss your jaw. You shrugged him off again. His eyebrows furrowed this time. “Sweetheart? What’s going on?” His hand began to softly run up and down your side and his tone turned gentler.
You stayed silent, curling up more.
“This is about those girls, isn’t it?” He asked. He took your silence as confirmation. “You know I only want you, right?” He nudged his nose against your shoulder.
“Mhm…” You couldn’t really help feeling insecure because of the bar. You were in dire need of a shower after runnng through the woods all day, your hair was dishevelled, eyes tired, and clothes dirty. Those girl were put together, nice dresses, well-groomed, pretty. Dean liked pretty. And right now, you didn’t feel pretty.
Dean sighed, mumbling your name softly with a sigh. He gently turned you onto your back, still rubbing your side. You didn’t realise you were about to cry until Dean was brushing your waterline with his thumb. “Talk to me.” He urged gently.
You sighed, unable to hide anything from the man you loved. “Dunno… just those girls from the bar.” You were almost whispering, hating how small you sounded.
“It’s never bothered you before. Besides, I think it’s hot as hell when you come over and show yourself all off and shit.”
You gave a weak amused smile at that. It was quick to fall. “It was different this time. I think I’m just tired from the hunt nd those girls were like… crazy pretty. I guess I was just feeling a bit off.”
Dean looked almost offended. “Pretty? Baby, they’re gremlins compared to you.” He explained. You shot him a ‘watch it’ look. “Okay, sorry, not gremlins, feminism and all. But, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to worry. I only have eyes for you. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me, okay?”
Despite feeling more convinced, you couldn’t help but tease. “But you have to say that, you’re my boyfriend.” You grinned.
“Hm, well, could those girls kill a wendigo in 2 minutes and 57 seconds?” He teased right back, leaning further above you, almost on top of you.
You rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled. “Probably not…”
“Damn right.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you. You kissed back, of course,
The kiss got deeper until Dean was over you, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. You noticed that he seemed distracted. “Dean, you okay?”
He paused lifting his head. You noticed that his eyes were fixed on the TV, squinting slightly. “That fish is fucking massive…”
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as-sweet-as-a · 24 days ago
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; ⋆˚꩜。 i'm a!! she / her 9teen buddie truther stardew connoisseur anti hurt/no comfort (lie) cherries aaron hotchners wife
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as-sweet-as-a · 24 days ago
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fluff: ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ angst: ꩜ suggestive: ❦
9-1-1: evan buckley in one piece ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
criminal minds: spencer reid wait until breakfast ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ ❦ strawberry laces ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ (req) ramblin' man ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
supernatural: castiel snow angel ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
dean winchester can't rid myself of jealousy ꒰ঌ ໒꒱꩜
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as-sweet-as-a · 1 month ago
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ramblin' man - s.r.
summary; short one about how spencer loves rambling. of course, you love listening. but sometimes he rambles so much he forgets to pick up on cues. words; 320
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You love Spencer rambling. How could you not? The way his eyes light up, the way he moves his hands excessively. What’s not to love? A while back, he would apologise for talking too much and chuckling awkwardly while fixing his glasses. As much as you loved his team, you couldn’t help but get frustrated whenever you thought about how often they shut him down. So often, in fact, that he thought you’d get annoyed with him if he spoke too much. Luckily, after a lot of reassurance, this was no longer a problem.
For instance, right now, you were laying on your bed, Spencer practically laying on top of you. He was talking rapidly about something to do with the effect of cognitive development on unsubs. It was interesting, kind of. You just liked hearing him talk.
However, you were distracted. Just something about how gorgeous he looked right now. You couldn’t help leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then his temple, then the bridge of his glasses. Throughout all of this, he kept talking, not missing a single word.
Then you got bold and moved to his lips, pressing small pecks there. He would pause momentarily to close his mouth and let you land your kiss, like a gentleman, then he’d go straight back to the point he was making.
“Spence?” You called, unable to fight the smile off your face. He paused and looked at you. On the tip of his tongue was an unsure ‘Am I talking too much?’ but you quickly shut that down. “You know I love hearing you talk right?” He nodded. “Good. But, right now, I just really want to kiss you.”
He chuckled and adjusted his glasses, but not in the nervous coy way like he used to before. This time he smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
That was all you needed before you leaned in.
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as-sweet-as-a · 5 months ago
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snow angel - c.
summary; castiel sees snow for the first time!! contents; no use of y/n, snowball fights, fluff!!, baby (the car) faces a minor injury, implied winchester!reader words; 821
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You were 50 pages into a lore book with no new leads for the job you were working. ‘The little heater that could’ was emitting more noise than heat, struggling to make the motel room any warmer. You were freezing despite layering one of Sam’s hand-me-down hoodies over your sweater. It was Castiel’s shuffling that caused you to break eye contact from the book. Looking up, you saw Castiel standing ominously by the window, nothing out of the ordinary. But, your curiosity was piqued when he moved towards the door of the motel room and leaving.
Confused, you pulled your coat on along with your gloves. You grabbed a scarf and ran outside after him. Castiel was stood with an unsure and confused look on his face, staring at the snow covered car park. You took your scarf and wrapped it around him. Angels didn’t exactly feel the cold, but it was the thought that counted. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his shoulder, clinging to the walking space heater.
“You like the snow?” You asked. Castiel had become so used to you putting you arms around him that he didn’t even snap out of his trance until you spoke up.
“Snow? That’s what it is?” He asked, glancing at you before looking back to the white powdery substance on the ground.
“We can go out in it, if you’d like.” You suggested. Your eyes were desperate for a break anyway.
Castiel nodded, taking some unsure steps into the snow. You followed behind, letting your arms drop from his waist. It was midday and there were hardly any cars in the parking lot.
While Castiel was distracted, you slipped away. A few moments later, there was a THUD on the back of his trench coat. It wasn’t exactly painful. Just shocking. Castiel whipped around, trying to look at his coat. His head snapped to you when he heard you laughing.
“Did you just… throw a clump of snow at me?” He asked, blatantly confused.
You calmed down your laughter and shook your head. “It’s called a snowball. I’m sorry.”
Castiel paused for a moment before leaning down and collecting snow in his hands, packing it into a ball.
You were mildly shocked. “Cas… Remember how much you love me.” You warned with a nervous chuckle.
“What’s that saying? All is fair in love and war?” He grinned before hurling the snowball at you. You squealed and covered your face with your arms right as the snowball landed.
The snowball fight lasted a while longer. That was until he threw one at you, and you ducked. Instead of hitting you, the hard snowball landed right on Baby’s bonnet, making the car alarm go off. You jumped and ran over to Castiel, laughing loudly.
“Wasn’t us,” you said.
Castiel studied your reddening nose and cheeks with a confused look. “It wasn’t?”
You just rolled your eyes and laughed in response. You took Castiel’s hand and dragged him away back into the motel room.
“Can you turn the heater up? It’s freezing…” You were already shivering. You quickly took off your cold and wet coat. Castiel took it from you and hung it up on the back of a chair near the heater. While he tampered with the object, you changed into something more comfortable. Ignoring the research you still needed to finish, you slipped into bed with a happy sigh. Cas sat down next to you after a while, sitting up against the headboard. His arm came around you and you moved as close as possible to him, soaking up his warmth. “You’re like a human heater.. Angel heater?”
He laughed softly, cut short by the knock on the door. From the window, you could see a very angry looking Dean at the door. Begrudgingly, you got up and opened the door.
“What the hell did you do to Baby?” He almost spat, pointing towards his car.
Feigning confusion, you responded. “What?”
“The alarm was going off, I know it was you.”
“Dean… I’ve been sleeping for the last hour. I don’t know what happened to your car.” You argued.
“Fine. Then it was Castiel. There’s snow all over her!” Dean said. You glanced to a worried and confused Castiel, shooting him a wink.
“Yes, Dean. I’m sure Castiel was playing in the snow. All on his own.” You stated sarcastically, adding an eyeroll for effect.
Dean fell silent for a moment, still angry. “Fine.” He huffed. “I’m gonna be so pissed if I find out you’re bullshitting me.”
“I’d never.” You deadpanned.
He glared at you before speaking. “Me and Sam are going out for food. You want anything?”
“Mhm. Literally anything.” You sighed, starving.
“Alright, we won’t be gone long, make sure the angel stays away from yellow snow.”
You nodded and shut the door, turning back to Castiel who looked very perplexed.
“Yellow… snow?”
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as-sweet-as-a · 5 months ago
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in one piece - e.b.
summary; nothing much to it, buck comes home late and accidentally wakes you, just some light fluff :]] contents; no use of y/n, fluff, cuddling, mentions of maddie words; 424
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a/n; yes the quality of the first pic is butt. i don't want to talk about it.
Buck cringed as the apartment door opened with a loud creek. He was already late enough. The call lasted a lot longer than anyone thought it would. Buck dumped his bag at the door with a heavy sigh before kicking his shoes off and attempting to tiptoe up the loft stairs to get to his bed. He might’ve still been a bit gross from his brief shower at the firehouse, but he was too exhausted to care. He knew you would be too. His tense expression softened when he saw you laying in bed. The comforter brought up tight around you and your hair a mess on the pillow. Buck smiled and leaned down to kiss your temple before moving away to change.
You woke up and stirred slightly. “Buck?” You mumbled sleepily, eyes barely open for more than a few seconds before closing again.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Buck said. He couldn’t help but grin at your state. He switched on the dim lamp before undressing and swapping his bulky cargos for some lighter sweatpants.
“You’re home…” You smiled up at him. It was more of a half smile, due to your exhaustion. “And in one piece.”
Buck’s smile grew at your comment. He lifted the comforter to reveal that you were wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He slid in next to you and put his palm on your cheek as his fingers rested in your hair. “Mhm, it’s a nice bonus, huh?” He mumbled before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips. “What’d you get up to today?”
You and Maddie finally had the same day off, so you’d decided to spend the whole day together. “We went for coffee, then did some window shopping.” You explained sleepily, drawn to Buck’s chest.
He held you close, burying his face in your hair. His stress dissipated. “Yeah? No actual shopping?”
You shook your head. “Nope.. Done way too much retail therapy this month. How was your day?” You asked, already drifting slightly.
“God… Where do I even begin? It was quiet until about 1, that’s when things started to get hectic. We had a call about some woman who—” Buck noticed that you were practically sleeping against him and huffed out a laugh. He rubbed your back and reached behind him to turn off the lamp. “I’ll tell you in the morning.” He muttered into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and closing his eyes.
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as-sweet-as-a · 6 months ago
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hey, just letting you know that Spencer's Mom is Diana and Diane is the girl that killed Maeve
omfg 😭😭 my dumbass googled it too... but tysm for pointing it out!!
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as-sweet-as-a · 6 months ago
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Heyyyy I absolutely love love LOVE your work and I saw this thing that @mandarinmoons posted and it said “Spencer Reid is the type of person to bend down and tie your shoelaces and then give you a kiss on the knee once he’s done.” I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something like that
AHHH omg!! tysm!! i hope this meets expectations :]] (also stalked checked out the account you mentioned and fell in love)
strawberry laces - s.r.
summary; you're meeting diana for the first time and literally could not be more nervous contents; reader is a nervous wreck, spencer is the best boyfriend ever, fluff words; 549
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You had just finished fixing your hair, finally deciding how to style it after about 97 different options. Spencer drifted past. He paused behind you to put his hands on your shoulders.
“We’re going to be late.” He reminded softy. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders, trying to calm you down. You were meeting his mother for the first time today and Spencer couldn’t tell who was more nervous about it. But, he figured out a while ago that the best way to calm himself down was to help you calm down.
“I know, I’m sorry. Does my hair look alright?” You asked, fiddling with a few strands. Diana knew you existed. Spencer had told her nothing but good things about you. Yet, you were so worried you’d mess it up.
“It looks perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, careful not to mess your hair up. When you first did your hair, Spencer made the mistake of saying it was ‘fine’. You’d been spiralling since.
You nodded and stood up. “And my outfit?” It was a casual meeting, Diana would be meeting them with her carer at a coffee shop. However, it was hard to judge ‘casual’ when your boyfriend wore cardigans, ties, and shirts everywhere he went.
“Mhm, really encapsulates the whole meeting my boyfriends diagnosed schizophrenic mom for the first time thing.” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
“Spencer, I’m being serious.” You scolded.
He walked forward and wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him. Your arms came around his back, the sleeves of the cardigan you borrowed far too long. “I know, I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on your head. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” You mumbled into his chest.
He nodded and took one of your hands, bringing it over his quick heart. “I am too. But it’s going to be fine, I promise.”
You took a deep breath. You let yourself linger in Spencer’s loose embrace a moment longer before nodding. “Okay… yeah, I’m ready.” With your newfound confidence, you headed to the bedroom door.
“Shoes.” Spencer reminded.
You turned around and walked back to him. “Shoes.”
He was holding the pair of Converse you had laid out and got down on one knee, tapping his leg. You chuckled and put your foot on his thigh as he helped you into your shoe. Your laugh brought a smile to Spencer’s face. He tied the laces in a neat bow and pressed a kiss to your knee. He patted the side of your leg.
“Next one.” As instructed, you swapped which foot you were balancing on Spencer’s thigh. He gave it the same treatment, an even bow and a kiss on your knee. When you were back standing on both feet, Spencer rubbed your legs with his palms soothingly. “It’s going to be fine.” He repeated. You smiled down at him and cupped his face.
He stood up and gave you a quick kiss. “Now, come on. Before she starts wondering where we are.” He smiled and took your hand. You grabbed your bag and headed to the door again.
You glanced down at Spencer’s mismatched socks and grinned. “Shoes, Spence.”
He nodded and turned around. “Shoes.”
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as-sweet-as-a · 6 months ago
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mistletoe - bau
summary; how i think the bau would react to ending up under the mistletoe with you!! merry christmas!!
Spencer;
Bright. red.
Like so incredibly red
Would get flustered so hard
“I— Well.. We—”
You’d have to initiate
“Spencer, can I kiss you?” You ask, trying not to laugh too hard
He’d nod and chuckled. “Uh, yeah..”
You’d put a hand on the back of his head and pull him in for a short but sweet kiss
If you thought it would be hard for him to get more red, you’re wrong
Derek is clapping and cheering in the back
Derek;
He’d say some stupid shit like “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” 😏😈
You’d roll your eyes as he continued throwing teasing jabs
You’d cut him off by kissing him yourself
He’d laugh smugly, hiding how flustered he actually is
Taking your face in his hands, he’d give you a playful but deeper kiss
A lot of exaggeration to make you laugh
And it worked
The kiss kept breaking because neither of you could keep a straight face
Hotch;
He’d laugh it off softly
(You know the laugh.)
He wouldn’t make a big show of it like Derek
Or get all flustered like Spencer
He's a gentleman
He’d simply lean in with a smile and peck you on the lips
He would give a pause as he pulls back, still smiling
You don’t miss the way he’d look over you
After that, he’d just go on about his day
Silently calculating the chances of the two of you ending up under the mistletoe
Rossi;
He’d look up and laugh loudly
He’d pull you in for a big hug
Arms wrapping securely around your back
He’d rock you back and forth slightly in the hug
Then, he’d give you a kiss on the cheek
Definitely an exaggerated “Mwah!” sound on the end
Gideon;
Would look up and clear his throat
He’d give you a tight-lip nod
Then he’d just hold your shoulders as he moved past you
Maybe he’d give you a quick kiss on the cheek as he passes
ALTERNATIVELY!!!
If you were like Elle or Spencer level close
I feel like maybe a hug
And a small forehead kiss
And you’d even get a smile out of him
Bless him omg
Emily;
Again, she’s laughing
I can see her either;
Pulling you in for one of those really exaggerated fake make outs
OR;
Putting her hand on your chin
She’d slowly lean in for a lingering peck
Add to cart!!
Definitely telling Derek to either stop laughing or stop cheering
JJ;
Smiling
Giving you a quick kiss
One hand on your cheek
Probably because she’s holding files or some shit in the other
Giggling a little the entire interaction
Penelope;
Giving an exaggerated laugh
Lowkey squealing a little
Once she stops with the dramatics
You’d pull her in for a quick peck
In retaliation;
She is absolutely peppering your face in kisses
Elle;
Smirking
Huffing out a laugh
She’d look at you and raise an eyebrow
Tilting her head slightly
You’d just smile and put your hands on her face
Pulling her in for a kiss
Her hand is somewhere on your body
Like your hip or waist
I don’t care. I need it.
Derek is teasing the both of you before, after and during
One stern look from Elle and he’s laughing and putting his hands up in mock surrender
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as-sweet-as-a · 6 months ago
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request status; open!! (pls)
fandoms i write for; 9-1-1, criminal minds, cobra kai/karate kid, stranger things, supernatural, the walking dead, the hunger games
DO; - request angst and fluff - request any character (no guarantee your request will be done!!) - reblog :] - request light smut or suggestive/fade to black - keep in mind that i am a college student that doesn't have a lot of free time so it might take me a hot sec to get back to you
DON'T; - request heavy smut/hard kinks because i do noooot feel comfortable with that - request any traumatic situations (SA, abuse, torture, etc) (this doesn't include brief mentions or comfort since i know that some of the fandoms i write for include that stuff like TWD and CM) - expect me to get around to every request, pls my heart can't take it - request anything yucky (i don't mind sick fics, but there's a line)
have fun and (please) send requests!!
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as-sweet-as-a · 6 months ago
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wait until breakfast - s.r.
Summary; slow, romantic mornings with spencer. not much to it, just sickeningly sweet spencer fluff. contents; reader and spencer are so in love, suggestive!!, fade to black, no use of y/n, just spencer being a cutie, gn reader
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a/n; in LOVE with domestic spencer.
Spencer sometimes woke you up like this. His arms were still wrapped securely around your waist from the night before. He peppered kisses across your shoulders and nudged his nose against you.
You hummed, a smile already gracing your lips. “Morning…” you rasped, chuckling as he nuzzled your neck.
“Morning.” He practically whisper back. He leaned up on one arm to press kisses across your jaw and cheek. Soon enough, you were back under Spencer like you were the previous night. But this time, you weren’t grabbing at each other roughly or hastily. It wasn’t about Spencer being in danger on a case and proving how much you need each other.
The kisses you shared were slow and deep. One arm next to your head supported Spencer while his freehand held the side of your face, getting buried in your hair. Your hands ran over his chest, and the comforter pooled at his knees, long forgotten. You found yourselves unable to control your smiles each time you parted from a kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. His hand trailed down your side, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. You almost shivered. 2 years with this man and hearing those words still made you buzz.
“I love you too,” you whispered back, glancing between his eyes and his lips. Those simple words could never truly capture the soul crushing devotion you felt for this man. So, to make up for it, you tried to show it in the way you kissed him.
When Spencer finally pulled back for air, he was blushing, deeply. You made sure to commit this sight to memory. Spencer above you with red cheeks, a dopey smile, ruffled bed hair, looking at you as if you’d formed the entire solar system by yourself. “Wow.. you’re just..” He pecked your lips. “Wow.” He laughed softly at his own awkwardness before his expression fell more serious. “I’m- I’m sorry, by the way.”
You shook your head and took his face in your hands, thumbs soothing his cheeks as you briefly kissed him again. “No, no… Don’t.” Another kiss. “That can wait until breakfast.”
“Right.. right, yeah. Breakfast.” Spencer affirmed. He dragged his lips across your collarbone, using his hand to brush some hair out of the way. He peppered you with more soft, open mouth kisses as he lined himself up. “Is this okay?”
You gave a small nod at first before following up with. “Yeah, more than..” You grinned softly, petting back some of his unruly hair. He leaned back up and caught your lips with his again before resting your foreheads together as you reconnected.
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