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pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader
summary: drew tries to play a playful prank by taking off his wedding ring, but his smart and sweet 2-year-old son, rustyn, immediately notices and innocently points out that it might make mommy sad. what starts as a simple joke turns into a heartwarming reminder of the love and connection between you, drew, and your son, and the importance of the little things that symbolize that love.
warning(s): english is not my native language. pure fluff, heartwarming family moments, playful teasing, and deep emotional connections.
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The afternoon sun streamed lazily through the living room windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the space. The warmth of the sunlight and the gentle sound of waves from outside made everything feel peaceful and calmâyour perfect little haven. You were curled up on the couch with your son, Rustyn, nestled comfortably in your lap, his small head resting against your chest. He was two, but sometimes you marveled at how much older he seemed, with his sharp curiosity and his endless questions.
Rustynâs favorite book was in your hands as you read to him, your voice soft and soothing as you flipped through the colorful pages. Every few moments, Rustyn would point to a picture and ask you about it. His little hands would grab at the air in excitement as he processed each new detail.
âMommy, why is that bunny wearing a hat?â Rustyn asked, his bright blue eyes full of curiosity.
You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his soft curls. âMaybe heâs going on an adventure, sweetie. What do you think?â
Rustyn considered this seriously, his face scrunching up in concentration. âYeah, maybe. I like adventures.â
âI know you do,â you said with a smile, kissing the top of his head. âYouâll have lots of them when you get bigger.â
Rustyn nodded, clearly satisfied with your answer, and snuggled closer to you. He let out a small sigh, content in the warmth of your embrace. You couldnât help but smile, your heart swelling with love as you continued to read. These were the moments you cherishedâthe quiet, everyday moments that made your little family feel complete.
As you were nearing the end of the story, you noticed Drew standing in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter. He was watching the two of you with that familiar look of affection in his eyes, the one that always made you feel so loved. But today, there was something elseâa mischievous twinkle that you hadnât quite noticed before.
Drew took a sip of water, then set the glass down with a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was up to. He didnât say anything, just casually strolled into the living room and leaned down to scoop Rustyn up from your lap.
âCome here, little man,â Drew said, his voice warm as he lifted Rustyn into his arms.
Rustyn squealed in delight, wrapping his tiny arms around Drewâs neck and giggling as Drew spun him around in a playful circle. âDada!â Rustyn cried out, his laughter echoing through the room.
âHaving fun with Mommy?â Drew asked, settling Rustyn on his hip, still grinning as he glanced at you.
âYeah! Mommy was reading to me,â Rustyn said proudly, his voice full of excitement.
But as Rustyn snuggled against Drew, his sharp little eyes caught something unusual. He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing in confusion as he stared at Drewâs left hand. You hadnât noticed it before, but now, following Rustynâs gaze, you realized that Drewâs wedding ring was missing.
Rustyn furrowed his tiny brow, clearly puzzled. His voice, though small and innocent, was filled with a sense of concern. âDada...whereâs your ring?â
You blinked, surprised by how quickly Rustyn had noticed. You hadnât even realized it yourself, but there it wasâDrewâs left hand, conspicuously bare. You glanced at Drew, raising an eyebrow as you waited for him to respond.
Drew, ever the playful one, kept his cool. He smiled down at Rustyn, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. âOh, that? Dada just didnât feel like wearing it today, buddy.â
Your mouth dropped open slightly as you watched Drew, a mixture of amusement and curiosity bubbling up inside you. What was he up to? He knew how much that ring meant to both of you, and though it wasnât a serious situation, you couldnât help but wonder how this was going to play out.
Rustyn, however, wasnât so easily fooled. His little face scrunched up again, and he looked from Drewâs hand to your face, his innocent expression filled with concern. He tugged lightly on Drewâs shirt, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.
âDada,â Rustyn said in his most serious tone, his voice soft but full of wisdom beyond his years, âyou know you gonna make Mommy sad.â
The room fell into silence, the weight of Rustynâs innocent words settling between the three of you. You felt your heart swell as you looked at your son, his little face so earnest and full of love for both of you. His concern for your feelings, even at such a young age, was enough to make your heart melt.
Drewâs grin faltered slightly as he looked at Rustyn, clearly taken aback by his sonâs sharp observation. The teasing light in his eyes softened, and he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. âOh really?â he asked, his voice filled with affection as he looked back down at Rustyn. âYou think Mommy will be sad if I donât wear my ring?â
Rustyn nodded, his tiny hand reaching out to touch Drewâs bare finger. âYeah, âcause it means you love her.â
You felt a lump form in your throat at Rustynâs sweet words, and you had to blink back the sudden tears that pricked at your eyes. How did this little boy know so much? How could someone so young be so in tune with your feelings? It was moments like these that reminded you just how special Rustyn was.
Drewâs eyes softened even further as he looked at you, and the playful smirk faded into something much more tender. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wedding ring with a slow, deliberate motion. He slid it back onto his finger, never breaking eye contact with you.
âWell, we canât have Mommy being sad, can we, buddy?â Drew said softly, his voice warm as he turned his attention back to Rustyn. âIs that better?â
Rustynâs face lit up with a smile so wide it made your heart flutter. âYeah, Dada! Now you make Mommy happy again!â
Drew chuckled, glancing at you with a loving smile. âWhat do you think? Is our little man right? Does the ring make you happy?â
You smiled back at him, your heart full as you nodded. âHeâs always right,â you said softly, reaching out to gently squeeze Drewâs hand. âYou know how much that ring means to me.â
Drew leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand still entwined with yours. âI know, baby,â he whispered, his voice low and full of affection.
Rustyn, clearly pleased with the resolution of the situation, snuggled into Drewâs chest, his tiny arms wrapping around his dadâs neck. âDada loves Mommy,â he said with absolute certainty, as if there had never been any doubt.
Drew smiled, looking down at Rustyn with nothing but love in his eyes. âYouâre right, Rusty. I love Mommy very much.â
Rustyn nodded solemnly, as if he had solved a great mystery. âI knew it,â he said with a proud grin.
You couldnât help but laugh softly, your heart swelling with love for both Drew and Rustyn. You reached out, wrapping your arms around both of them, pulling them into a warm hug. âI love you both so much,â you whispered, pressing a kiss to Rustynâs cheek before turning to Drew and kissing him softly on the lips.
Drew smiled against your lips, his hand resting on the small of your back as he held you close. âWe love you too,â he murmured, his voice full of warmth and tenderness.
As the three of you sat there, wrapped up in each otherâs love, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just the three of youâyour perfect little family, full of love, laughter, and moments like these that made everything else seem small in comparison.
Rustyn, ever the observant toddler, let out a small yawn, his little body relaxing as the excitement of the day began to catch up with him. He nestled deeper into Drewâs arms, his eyes fluttering closed as he snuggled into the warmth of his dadâs chest.
As you watched Drew tuck your son into bed, your heart swelled with love once more. It was moments like theseâsimple, sweet momentsâthat made you realize just how lucky you were to have this little family.
As Drew gently closed Rustynâs bedroom door, he turned to you with a soft smile, his hand reaching for yours. âYou know I was just teasing with the ring, right?â he asked quietly, pulling you into his arms as he led you back toward the living room. His voice was low and full of sincerity now, the earlier playfulness gone, replaced by a quiet tenderness.
You smiled up at him, resting your hand against his chest as you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm. âI know,â you replied softly, your eyes meeting his. âBut Rustyn was right. It does mean a lot to me, even if itâs just a ring.â
Drewâs expression softened even further, and he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. âI know, baby. Iâll never take it off again, I promise,â he said, his tone serious but still filled with that warmth you loved so much. âAt least not without a really good reason.â
You laughed softly, leaning into him as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. âYou better not,â you teased, your voice playful but laced with affection.
Drew smiled down at you, his forehead resting against yours as he held you in the quiet comfort of the moment. âI know I joke around sometimes,â he began, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I donât ever want you to doubt how much I love you. This ringâitâs a promise, not just for show.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and you nodded, your hand still resting against his chest as you leaned into him. âI never doubt it,â you whispered back. âNot for a second.â
The two of you stood there for a few more moments, wrapped up in each otherâs warmth. The house was quiet now, save for the soft sound of Rustynâs rhythmic breathing coming from his bedroom, and the golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow through the windows, making everything feel peaceful and serene.
Drewâs arms tightened around you slightly, and he let out a contented sigh, his lips brushing against your temple as he held you. âRustynâs growing up so fast,â he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and awe. âI still canât believe how smart he isâhow much he picks up on.â
You smiled softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him. âI know,â you agreed, your voice filled with love for your little boy. âHeâs always surprising me with how much he understands. I wasnât expecting him to notice your ring like that.â
Drew chuckled, shaking his head slightly. âNeither was I. I thought Iâd get away with the prank at least until bedtime.â His smile softened, and he glanced down at his hand, where the ring now sat securely. âBut you know what? Iâm glad he noticed.â
You tilted your head, curious. âWhyâs that?â
Drewâs eyes met yours again, his gaze full of love and affection. âBecause it reminded me how much this little ring means. Not just to you, but to him too. He understands that itâs importantâhe gets that itâs a symbol of how much we love each other. And that⌠well, that makes me even prouder to wear it.â
Your heart melted at his words, and you reached up to cup his face, your thumb gently brushing along his jawline. âYouâre a good man, Drew Starkey,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
Drew smiled, his eyes soft and full of love. âAnd youâre the love of my life,â he replied, his voice just as tender.
He leaned down then, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that made your heart flutter in your chest. His hands rested gently on your waist as he pulled you even closer, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours, a perfect rhythm that matched the quiet contentment of the moment.
When you finally pulled away, Drew rested his forehead against yours once more, his breath warm against your skin. âThank you,â he whispered, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the stillness of the room.
âFor what?â you asked softly, your fingers gently threading through his hair.
âFor this. For our life. For Rustyn. For everything.â He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression filled with so much love that it made your heart ache. âI wouldnât trade a single moment for anything.â
You smiled, feeling the same rush of love and gratitude that you felt every time you looked at him. âNeither would I,â you whispered back.
The two of you stood there everything felt perfectâyour little family, your life together, the quiet joy that filled your days. It wasnât always grand gestures or big moments that made life special. Sometimes, it was the small, simple thingsâlike the way Drew looked at you when he wore his ring, or the way Rustynâs innocent questions could change the course of a dayâthat reminded you just how lucky you were.
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A Home to Thrive In
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!neighbor!reader
Summary: You still live next door to Tim Bradford's mother, and when he visits for the first time in years, you have to decide if you're willing to let go of the idea of him you fell in love with.
Warnings: spoilers/rewrite for 4x09 "Breakdown", angst, arguments, discussion of past abuse, r is Tim's childhood friend, fluff and comfort
Word Count: 3.5k+ words
A/N: It's late. This may be terrible. I will reassess tomorrow.
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âHave you talked to Mom recently?â Genny asks. When Tim doesnât answer, she sighs and murmurs, âDonât know why I thought you would.â
âIsnât it bad enough that youâre dragging me back into the Tom Bradford-centric world Iâve been trying to outrun since we were kids? Now you want me to tell Mom about everything thatâs happened,â Tim argues. âIâm already working on a murder case that Dad hid for decades. I donât need more family drama right now, Genny."
âShe worries about you, Tim. Just wants to be part of your life again.â
Tim's phone rings, a saving grace, and he excuses himself as he pushes his chair away from the table and leaves his sister.
âTim,â Lucy greets. âI brought Monica Ochoa back in.â
âThe woman who was killed by the gun I found in my dadâs house. Why?â
âBecause I knew there was more to her story. You- you couldnât see past the version that you wanted to see.â
âWhatâd she say?â
âYour dad⌠Tim, Monica confessed.â
Tim hangs up on Lucy, walks directly past his sister while ignoring her questions, and gets in his truck to visit his dad. To see if heâll tell the truth when he has no other choice or if heâs really the terrible man Tim thinks he is.
âYou didnât kill Frank,â Tim states.
Tom sighs before he counters, âSure I did. Now, come on. Cuff me. Letâs just get this over with.â
âMonica confessed.â
âLeave her out of this.â
âFrank was beating her. She fought back. She shot him. She was terrified, so she ran to you. You came up with the burglary story, helped her stage the house, then you hid the gun in case the cops got too close, and you needed to frame someone else.â
âHe was brutal, abusive,â Tom explains. âShe deserves a medal for what she did.â
âHe was abusive?â Tim repeats.
âWhat? You think Iâm like him? I was nothing like Frank. I taught you what you needed to know, son. Youâre a man now because of me.â
âNo. Iâm who I am in spite of you,â Tim replies. His dad doesnât speak, and Tim nods as he adds, âGoodbye, Dad. I hope it hurts.â
In the hallway outside his dadâs room, Tim pulls his phone from his pocket and calls Grey.
âBradford,â Wade greets as the call connects.
âI need to take some personal time,â Tim says instead of a salutation.
âLord knows youâve stashed up enough of it. Where are you going?â
âTo see someone I shouldâve visited a long time ago.â
âYou did the right thing, Tim. Take your time and know weâre here for you when you get back.â
Tim ends the call, then texts his sister that heâs taking her advice. He hasnât been home to his momâs house in years, and he needs her, needs space from his family and his station, and needs to work through the events of the week on his own. Though he isnât sure if heâs welcome or if his mother's new home will feel the same as it did fifteen years ago, Tim gets in his truck and drives toward the last place he felt at home.
Your evening walk is refreshing, and the sunset helps you focus on the beauty of the day as you wind down.
âSweetheart!â your neighbor calls, waving from her porch.
âMrs. Bradford,â you greet with a smile as you step onto her walkway. âHow are you today?â
âGood, good. Talked to Genny earlier, sheâs visiting Tim.â
You smile and nod, unwilling to touch the sensitive subject of Tim. Growing up with him, you saw the worst parts of his childhood, home life, and father, but that never added up to you. He ran away from his mother, from love and home just to outrun bad memories. A task you know to be impossible.
âHow was your book?â you ask, moving away from Mrs. Bradfordâs stressful family life. âDid you finish it last night?â
âI did. You were right, the twist at the end was a shock. I thought the vigilante did it!â
âInteresting,â you muse. âI was torn between him and the builder.â
Mrs. Bradford hums before her oven beeps.
âYou take care of that,â you say as you wrap your arms over her shoulders in a quick hug. âWeâll talk about the book and start the sequel on Saturday?â
âCount on it. Have a good night!â
âYou too!â
Headlights reflect off your front door as you push it open, but you donât bother to turn around and see who it is. Two of your neighbors get home around this time, and there arenât many visitors or tourists in your area. So, when youâre closing the curtains and notice an unfamiliar truck in Mrs. Bradfordâs driveway, you decide to watch and ensure everything is okay.
âTim!â Mrs. Bradford calls excitedly as the driverâs door opens. She rushes out and pulls him into a hug, and from the way he grips her and buries his face against her shoulder like heâs eight again, you know that this isnât just a sorry I stopped calling, Mom visit. Something happened and thatâs the only reason heâs home.
âWelcome home, Tim,â you whisper before you pull the curtains together and put the distance youâre used to back between you and Tim.
You kneel by your front door to tie your shoes. Then you untie them and loop the laces differently. Knowing that Tim Bradford is next door makes you hesitate to go outside. Yet, you donât want to let him impact your life more than he already has. It wouldnât be surprising to learn that his mother already told him about your downward spiral, how you fell apart when he left without so much as a word. As a kid, you fell in love with Tim Bradford, and you stayed in love with the idea of him in high school. Then, when he disappeared without a word or trace, and you only found out that he was a cop for the LAPD through his sister, you decided that the idea of him was as good as you would ever get.
âYou can do this,â you tell yourself as you stand and lay your hand on the doorknob. âItâs just the man who has occupied your every thought for years. Just walk by.â
The magnitude of your mistake hits you in full force when youâre nearly past Mrs. Bradfordâs fence. Tim says your name and your heart clenches at the realization that you remembered his voice so well. Years of hearing it in your dreams will preserve your memory like that.
âTim,â you reply, swallowing as you face him. âI didnât know you were coming home.â
âIt wasnât exactly the plan. Genny showed up and everything just kind of blew up in my face.â
Kind of like what you put me through, you think. Rather than saying it, you nod sympathetically.
âDid my mom⌠did she tell you about my dad?â
âTim, your mom tells me a lot. But no one close to your mom has brought him up in years.â
âWish my sister had gotten that message,â Tim scoffs.
âI hope you enjoy the time with your mom,â you interrupt. âBut Iâve got to get going.â
âRight,â Tim agrees. âIâll see you around.â
You nod but feel your chest tighten as you hope heâs wrong. Losing Tim Bradford again is not an option, so you refuse to let him closer than he needs to be.
âI didnât know she moved with you, still lived next door,â Tim muses as his mother ushers him inside for breakfast.
âYou donât know much,â she points out, not unkindly but not untrue. âShe knows more than you. Iâve told her everything Genny passed along. You were so close as kids.â
âYeah,â Tim agrees before he trails off. He remembers being friends, but not the kind of friends that would ask about each other. âI donât think she wants to talk to me.â
âWell, you can hardly blame her.â
âWhat does that mean?â
Timâs mother looks at him and presses her lips together. He has her eyes, but he doesnât have her understanding or the intuition about people she tried to instill in him when his father wasnât trying to teach him to be a man.
âIf you canât see it, Tim, itâs too late to explain it. Sheâs coming over for lunch and our duet book club tomorrow. You have thirty hours to read the book if you want to participate.â
âThank you for letting me come home, Mom.â
She lays her hand on Timâs shoulder and promises, âYouâre always welcome here, Timothy.â
You knock on Mrs. Bradfordâs door while Timâs truck is gone. With one of her signature ceramic loaf pans in your hands, filled with your favorite cookies, you wait for the door to open to return her dish and offer some goodies.
âSorry toâŚâ you begin as the door opens. âOh, Tim. Sorry, your truck was gone so I assumed your mom would be here.â
âShe borrowed my truck to do something that she refused to have help for. Come on in.â
Tim opens the door for you, and for reasons beyond your comprehension, you accept his invitation and walk inside. After you set the pan on the counter, you turn around to leave, but Tim is leaning against the table and watching you.
âEnjoying your time off?â you question, wringing your fingers together behind your back.
âI am. Especially after the last case I worked on,â Tim answers. âMy mom hasnât told me much about you.â
You hum and look at your feet as you reply, âNot much to tell.â
âShe seems to tell you a lot.â
âLook, Tim, Iâm just trying to respect your boundaries. She told me that your dad was involved in something, a murder, but itâs not my business.â
âFrank Ochoa,â Tim interjects.
You furrow your brows as you ask, âMonicaâs husband? But that was a robbery.â
Tim tilts his head to the side as he says, âMy dad admitted to killing him. He was protecting Monica.â
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.
âBut you knew that, didnât you?â
âWhat?â
Tim stands from the table, his crossed arms falling to his sides. âYou knew something and didnât tell anybody, didnât you?â
âTim, I-â
âLook, Iâve been lied to by too many people this week. You still have the same tell you did in elementary school. What did you know?â
You clench your jaw and step to the right to go around Tim, but he moves to block you, and rather than running into his chest, you retreat further into Mrs. Bradfordâs kitchen.
âThis case â the people there â have been lied to, weâve been wrong, thereâs been no justice for decades. And youâve known something the whole time? How can you live with that?â
âHow can I live with it?â you repeat incredulously. âHow was I â a child, Tim â supposed to go to the police and tell them that I saw Frank beating Monica over and over? They wouldnât have believed me!â
âYou didnât try!â
âYes, I did!â you yell. Wiping the single tear that managed to escape in your memories of the only time you tried to help your neighbors, you lose some of your fight.
âDoesnât seem like you tried very hard,â Tim adds under his breath.
You laugh once and shake your head. âI told the police your dad was beating you, Tim. You know what happened? They came and asked him about it. He denied everything. After they left, he took you out into the backyard and demanded to know who you told. So, see if you can wrap your cop brain about why I was scared to tell on someone else.â
âI didnât know you-â
âYou didnât know anything, Tim.â
Tim scoffs and argues, âOh and you know so much about who I am now because of what my sister tells my mom?â
âAt least I talk to your mom, Tim,â you snap. Immediately, you regret it. âIâm sorry,â you offer.
âI couldnât,â Tim defends.
âDid you try?â
Timâs truck rumbles as his mother returns from the store, and you hold Timâs stare until the engine shuts off.
âCan I leave now, or do you want to blame me for something else?â
Tim steps back and opens his mouth, but you storm past him before he can say anything else. You return to your house after you hug Mrs. Bradford and tell her about the cookies. The idea of Tim Bradford that youâve clung to since childhood is growing fuzzy around the edges, and alone in your house, you cry over what he told you today, the mistakes you made, and the loss of the Tim you were born to love.
Someone knocks on your door the following morning, and you stare at it rather than walking toward it.
âSweetheart, itâs me,â Mrs. Bradford calls.
With a sigh, you stand and invite her in, not caring if she notices your teary eyes or unusual attitude.
âI thought you might want someone to talk to. Somewhere away from my son,â she explains as she leads you to your dining table. âSo, I brought food and company. Choose what you want.â
âItâs not just Tim,â you explain. âI mean⌠he was right, but itâs different.â
âDifferent than when you fell in love with him?â she guesses.
You look up at her, wide-eyed at her question. She smiles and gestures for you to continue.
âIâve been dreaming about him coming back, thinking that we could pick up where we left off, but heâs nothing like what I remember.â
âTime will do that,â she soothes, taking your hand over the table.
âIt didnât do it to me.â
âSweetheart⌠you didnât let it. I love you, you know that, but you cling so tightly to the past, to the familiar, that you havenât allowed yourself to adapt to the beauty of the growth and changes around you. Havenât even let yourself show the woman youâve become.â
You lick your lips before sniffling and asking, âWhat if I donât like it?â
âBut what if you thrive in it?â
Wiping the back of your free hand across your face, you clear your tears and nod. You know that Mrs. Bradford is right, but you also know that there will be pain in the beauty when you choose to move forward.
âDoes he hate me?â you whisper.
âTimothy? I donât think he could ever hate you.â
âHe can sure blame me for a lot, though,â you point out with a wet laugh.
âBeating himself up over that at the moment, if youâre wondering. And, when youâre ready to talk to him, maybe you should try getting to know who he is today.â
You nod and pull a homemade candy from her special-made meal. âThank you.â
âAnytime. Now, are we going to keep crying over silly boys or try to solve a murder mystery on a pioneer plantation?â
Dressed in your favorite outfit, you shift from foot to foot on Mrs. Bradfordâs porch as you try to get your courage up. Just as you lift your hand to knock, a throat clears behind you. You spin around quickly, then release a breath and press your hand over your racing heart.
âYou could have told me you were back there sooner,â you point out softly.
âI wanted to see where this was going,â Tim answers, closing his tailgate. âListen, about the other day-â
You raise your hand to silence Tim and shake your hand. âI came over here to talk to you. About more than that. Do you maybe want to go somewhere to do that?â
Tim nods and opens the passenger door of his truck, offering his hand as he helps you in without a word. The drive to the local high school football field is quick but silent, and when you exit the truck and join Tim on the tailgate to watch the sunset, you take a shaky breath.
âIâm sorry you had to go through all of that with your dad, the house, Frank, all that,â you begin. âBut Iâm sorrier that I didnât do more back then.â
Tim nods and says, âYou were right. They wouldnât have listened, or it wouldâve spooked my dad and made everything worse.â
âI guess weâll never know.â You look at Timâs profile and ask, âAre you okay?â
âNo,â he admits without hesitation. âMy dad was protecting Monica. He never did anything to protect us, but his mistress â broke half a dozen laws for her.â
âI knew that, too,â you whisper. âMy mom made me stop sitting by the door after that year, which was probably a good thing. Uhm, are they going to prosecute your dad?â
âNo. Not on his death bad. But it doesnât matter. Heâll get judged soon enough.â
You nod, your eyes still on Tim rather than the pink sunset before you. His eyes have teared up, and everything inside of you begs for you to just let go.
âTim, youâre nothing like him. You know that, right?â
Tim nods a tiny movement that breaks your heart. This isnât the Tim you remember, not the Tim from elementary school or the one who was punished for your ill-conceived attempt to help. Most importantly, you realize, this isnât the Tim youâve dreamed of loving. Tim Bradford, the man before you, is who you can love, want to love, and desperately, wholly, devastatingly need to love.
With a deep breath, you release everything youâve been holding onto. Your grip on your dreams, on your memory of Tim and what you thought you wanted, and the moment that trapped you in your position of being terrified to do the wrong thing in your efforts to do good weakens, and you feel like a flower in bloom. Everything seems new, the possibilities are endless, and youâre a new person who isnât afraid to do right, even when it terrifies you and carries the potential to break your heart.
âTim,â you whisper.
He turns toward you, drawn by the tone in your voice, and blinks past his tears. You shift on his tailgate and raise your arms toward his shoulders. Tim leans forward and meets you halfway, pulling you into his lap as you collapse into a hug that heals the broken edges of who you are. With Timâs arms against your back and waist, you feel more at home than ever, and he feels the same. His motherâs house was never the home he was returning to, but a pursuit for this feeling, right in your arms.
âIâm so sorry,â you murmur against his shoulder.
He shakes his head, tightening his grip on you, and this version of you - unafraid, complete in Tim Bradfordâs arms - is ready to thrive. You wonât heal overnight; neither of you will, but itâs a start.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and Tim laughs against your neck before he pulls back gently to retrieve his phone from his pocket.
âMy mom,â he tells you. âIf you havenât kissed her yet, what are you waiting for? Another set of wrinkles?â
You fail to stop the laugh that escapes at Mrs. Bradfordâs bluntness. Then, you realize how glad you are that heâs reading her text messages.
âWell?â you ask. âShould we kiss or wait for more wrinkles?â
Tim pushes a stray hair out of your face and promises, âNone of it was your fault.â
You nod and thank him, then brush your thumbs against his cheeks. âLast time we were on a field together, it was raining. I also wanted you to kiss me then.â
âYou never told me.â
âHow was I supposed to tell you that, Tim?â you ask. âI⌠I was caught up in an idea of who we could be, and I was scared to ruin it by doing something new.â
âAnd now?â
Rather than asking for what you want, you take it as you lean forward and kiss Tim. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and the first raindrop feels suspiciously like a teardrop as it runs down your face and onto Timâs. You laugh as you run toward the truck doors, thunder rumbling as a storm approaches from the west. In the truck with Tim, you find yourself face-to-face with a better version of the dream life you craved in Timâs absence.
Bonus:
âGet inside, itâs going to start raining again!â Mrs. Bradford calls from the kitchen when she hears the door open. âDonât need you catching a cold on your time off, Timothy.â
You press your lips together and smile at Tim, who is drenched after offering you his jacket to hold over your head in a poor attempt to stay somewhat dry.
âSheâs going to mother you, too,â he points out.
âHey, Iâm used to it,â you reply. âLike it, even.â
âOh, dear,â Mrs. Bradford murmurs as she appears in the doorway. âGo get dried off and change, Tim.â
After he disappears into his room, Mrs. Bradford offers you a towel and a change of clothes. She smiles as she leans in and says, âFlowers that thrive need plenty of rain to grow, you know.â
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We have stacks of these old paperbacks that my grandpa annotated and worked from and Iâm always like oh itâll be so neat to see what the big O thought about Dubliners :) and then I canât read his handwriting đ
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(Out of nowhere, you are approached by a familiar lightbulb-headed Cog.)
Ah, it's you, cat. Thinking you're oh-so-slick. Muttering and whispering under those raggedy whiskers of yours... Thinking I am unable to hear it all...
Well, you've simply underestimated my fantastic hearing. You probably want to know the reason why I'm here, taking a 'break' from my incredibly important scientific breakthroughs? It's quite simple, really!
(She gets close, and squints her eyes.)
I know what you are.
Farewell, now!
(She then leaves the way she came from.)
(Spam giggles immensely, covering her face... it always seems like she's giggling, isn't she? This lasts... at least thirty seconds. Longer than usual.)
And I know what I am too, Sparky! You broke through something, that's for sure. Really, broke through...
(She looks down, continuing to laugh nervously.)
You know, I find it odd you Havent tried to bulb blast me into the stratosphere by now. I mean knowing how you acted with Frostbite. Is there something peculiar about me that you perhaps can't quite track? Something about me that you... don't know what I am?
I know, I know, I'm talking to nobody again. But you were there when I had a moment today with the one the only Frostbite The Bravecog. You may be remaining. Lurking in the shadows. Knowing about these thoughts that I'm thinking.
(The giggling resumes, lasting far shorter this time.)
Your brother's a piece of fucking barp, by the way
(She braces for impact for a few seconds, wincing while smiling, before comically looking around to realize nobody's there. She sighs.)
Wow, okay maybe toony superhero show logic doesn't apply in this situation. Cool.
WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED WHAT SHE MEANT but like. Dude if she meant that then what's the point I mean the whole ahh sellbot department barping knows unless you're Really low on the ladder. Heheh... maybe she did mean what I thought she meant.
Oh i'm so fucking screwed. What kind of bitch gets filament fever
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elton johns music is so fucking beautiful and heart wrenching and it makes me want to cry and i hate that i canât like allow myself to emote to his music normally because if i cried over elton john then my mom would win. and so many things in my life are like if i x then my mom would win and i canât do that. Lol
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It's always a little surreal for me when a parent commends me on being good or patient with their child cuz I'm quickly reminded that they have no idea the only group of people I'm truly comfortable around are kids
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APOCALYPSE!
âI could go a fair bit crazy over you.â
Synopsis: In which your boyfriend loves doing corny things with you⌠he also loves doing you.
Genre: established relationship.
Pairings: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
warnings: smut.. car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro) creampie, praise, size kink, belly bulge, cussing, fluff at beginning and end, banter between couple, oral, overstimulation, squirting, making out, reader crying out of pleasure, choking, spanking, dirty talking, reader fucked âdumbâ, mentions of ot7, theyâre so corny itâs sickening.
author note đď¸: wrote majority of this shit being faded as fuck so forgive me if itâs ass and ignore the mistakes (Iâll get to them eventually) js wanted to thank everyone for 3kđ¤âŚ writers block has been an thing these pasts months so sorry that I havenât posted anything new. Hereâs more of kuwtb oc and jk dating era đ¤
âI shouldâve brought my glasses,â you whisper, a loud laugh ripping out of Jungkook's chest. âI canât see anything, baby.â You turn to your side before swatting him on the chestâ a pout displayed on your face, before going back to your original position, looking up at the dark milky way.
âWe were having a cute moment, and you just blurt that out,â your boyfriend quips, his eyes focused on your side profile. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees you scrunch up your nose, shaking your head slightly.
âYouâre so right, we are so corny.â You playfully stick your tongue out with a small âyuck,â before bursting into a giggle when Jungkook tickles your side.
ââCan we lay on the grass and look at the stars?ââ Jungkook mocks your voice, changing his tone into a much more high-pitched version to match yours.
âStop! I wanted to have a moment like Noah and Allie,â you puff, a smile threatening to come out.
âBaby, you know they look at the traffic lights and not the stars, right?â Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you.
âOf course I know, but I feel like we would actually get run over. Plus, I like you too much to just let you get run over.â You shrug, your fingers pulling on the grass on the floor. Your eyes connect to the sky as Jungkook stares at your side profileâ taking in every imperfection and turning it into another reason why he loves you.
âLike?â he asks, his thumb running over your bottom lip before tilting your head to the side by your chin, making you look at him.
Your heartbeat skyrockets as he stares into your eyes, the twinkle in them prettier than the stars you were just trying to see. Your stomach lights up as if millions of fireworks exploded in heart-shaped sparkles.
âLove.â You correct yourself, rolling your eyes playfully.
âThatâs better.â Jungkook clicks his tongue, pursing his lips out. You let out a giggle, dropping a small chaste kiss on his lips before turning back to the sky with a goofy smile on your face.
âYou believe in aliens?â you ask, cracking a smile from Jungkook's faceâ his dimple carving into his skin as he bites his bottom lip, trying to contain the biggest smile.
âFuck yeah.â Jungkook nods excitedly.
âWe are literally a rock when it comes to the whole universe. Thereâs gotta be something out there.â Jungkook explains, expanding his arms and pointing to the sky, as you nod happily beside him.
âI agree, my mom said she saw one of those spaceships or whatever theyâre called,â you pipe in, turning to your side to face your boyfriend.
âYou mean a UFO, baby?â Jungkook's face scrunches in adoration.
âUFO?â You raise an eyebrow.
âUnidentified flying object,â he explains, scooting closer to youâ dropping his head to your bare stomach.
âI like spaceships better.â You shrug, and he laughs, adjusting himself slightly. Your fingers find their way into his fluffy hair, combing through it. He moans slightly, melting into your touch, closing his eyes, and dropping a gentle kiss on your abdomen.
âWhat would you do if an alien kidnapped you?â Jungkook asks, his voice muffled.
âFunny for you to think I would allow it,â you say nonchalantly.
You both could hear a hairpin drop from how quiet you both went before breaking out into a fit of laughter. âSmartass.â Jungkook laughs, jokingly biting your stomach and earning a small squeal from you.
Your laughs die down after a while, replaced by silence, the only sounds being your guys breathing. Your eyes flutter shut with a smile, small goosebumps raising on your arms as Jungkook runs his fingertips on your bellyâ outlining âmineâ.
âTell me about your books,â Jungkook murmurs against your bare skin.
âWanna know about my current read?â you ask, your fingers tugging softly on his hair, making him look up at you.
âI wanna know everything about you, baby,â Jungkook coos.
âCorny.â You scrunch your nose, placing a palm over his face and pushing softly backward, making him laugh. âTell me about the thick-ass book I bought you two days ago.â Your boyfriend drops kisses all over your stomach.
âThe dragon one?â you poke his cheek, before letting your finger play with his lip ring.
âThereâs dragons?â Jungkook gasps, looking up at you.
âYeah, and they have sex,â you say with a smothering giggle, whispering the last words in a hushed tone, making Jungkook's eyes widen.
âThatâs enough, baby.â Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow before shaking his head, changing the topic to the latest drama, including Eunbi and Yoongi.
âLora and I saw them coming out of the guest room while you were doing cartwheels with Taehyung,â Jungkook chuckles, the amusement on his face rubbing off on you.
âYouâre lying,â you gasp, your jaw dropping open.
âI honestly didnât see it coming.â Jungkook bites his lip, containing a smile. âDo you think Yoongi is the sub?â he continues before bursting out in a laugh, you following along.
"It's going to rain," you observe after a while, noticing a lightning strike in the dark sky. Jungkook hums in agreement before sitting up. He holds out his palm for you to take, which you do, and pulls you up onto his lap in a quick, soft motion.
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting on his lap and straddling him. His thumbs rub circles on your bare thighs.
"I want another tattoo," Jungkook murmurs, his lips pressing kisses along your collarbone and neck. You nod slightly, enjoying the sensation of his lips against your skin.
"Where?" you ask, holding his head in place with your palms. He bites his bottom lip, looking up at you with dilated pupils.
"My forehead, and it'll be your name," Jungkook says with a grin, making you roll your eyes playfully.
"You're annoying," you retort, pushing his head backwards, making him gasp dramatically.
"I think it'll look good, you know? Just got to pick a cool font," Jungkook jokes, poking your side, sending you squirming on his lap.
"You're never ever getting my name tattooed on you," you shoot him a glare, which he only responds to by sucking in his lips and widening his eyes before shrugging.
"I think your lips tattooed on my hip bone would be hot," Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.
"You're crazy," you pout, scrunching your nose as he gives your cheek a kiss.
"Yeah?" Your boyfriend smirks, his hands gripping the sides of your waist, squeezing softly, pulling you closer to him.
"I could go a fair bit crazy over you, baby." His lips brush against yours.
Suddenly, the air is knocked out of your lungs when his lips crash against yours. It doesn't matter how many times he has kissed you; you just can't control the utter madness of butterflies swarming your stomach. The fuzzy feeling fills your senses with every touch of his fingertips on your hot skin. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips against yours, all conspire to make your heart flutter with the same giddy excitement as the very first time.
His touch is electric, sending shivers cascading down your spine as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw, his hand gently cradling your face. With a tender yet insistent pressure, he deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours in a silent invitation.
You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours as you move your hips against his. A soft moan slips past your lips into Jungkook's mouth as he guides your hips on his hardened length.
Jungkook's hand travels up, tangling in your hair, small, light rain drops start to fall down from the dark sky.
"Car?" he says in between kisses. You nod, moaning at the sensation of his lips on your collarbone, leaving purple, reddish marks.
You could never get tired of the way Jungkook looked at you, his eyes shimmery with a mix of love, need, and adoration. It was intoxicating, making you forget all your problems. The universe could have collapsed around you, and you would only care about his mouth on yours.
Everything about him was perfect, his scent, his touch, his voice, those beautiful lips, the way he looked at you, as if you were the only one that mattered in his world.
"Yes, car," you agree, breathy and disheveled.
In a swift motion, Jungkook stood and lifted you, carrying you to the car as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't until you reached the car that he broke the intense kiss, leaving your lips tingling with desire.
With a wicked grin, Jungkook, laid you on the backseat of his car. Jungkookâs fingers found the hem of your crop top, lifting it up, and you helped by throwing your hands over your head- revealing your lacy black bra.
A soft moan fell from your lips as he freed your breasts from the lace, by tugging downwards.
Your soft moans echoed within the car when your boyfriend cups your tits, massaging and kneading, your nipples hardening.
His lips found your jaw, kissing your neckâ his eyes darted up to meet yours before his lips met the peak of your nipple, hot breath, then suckling gently, keeping his gaze locked before shifting his attention to the other breast.
Moaning, you bit your lip, head falling back from the sensation. Jungkook loved how responsive you are, the way your nails dig into his upper back.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â Jungkook moans, his calloused hands grip your waist in place to stop you from squirming on the leather seat.
He leaned in close, planting a trail of soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. âMine.â Your boyfriend whispered into your skin.
You licked your lips, not able to find the words to say what you wanted, as all your thoughts were consumed by lust. Your back arched, encouraging the caresses he was giving. His hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips met yours, deep and hungry, claiming your mouth as his. You let out a soft moan, your hands finding their way to his face.
âSpread your legs princess.â Jungkook says, his voice deep and gentleâ he taps on your inner thigh.
You hum softly, watching your boyfriend work on the zipper and buttons from your denim shorts. Jungkook pulls down your shorts down your legsâ your panties following quick after.
âLook how pretty this pussy is,â Jungkook chuckled, his eyes making contact with yours raising an eyebrow. He runs a finger down your slit making you choke out a desperate whine.
âFeels good baby?â He says, he adjusts himselfâ pushing your legs back, giving him more space to be face to face with your dripping core. You only moan in response when he drops a soft kiss on your clit.
You couldnât help the whimpers that escaped your lips, He smiled against your heat, He licked his lips as he slowly parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your glistening clit. He took it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. You let out a desperate moan, your hips bucking in desperation.
He started flicking his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back arched, grinding your pussy against his tongue, feeling it flick deep inside your folds.
âNgh, right there,â You dug your nails into his hair, your toes curling.
âRight here baby?â Jungkook smirked, inserting two fingers into your sopping hole. You couldn't help but moan and nod, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
âAss up, princess.â he ordered. Without needing to be told twice, you did as you were told, with wobbly legs you flip around. He roughly grabbed one cheek, squeezing it and spreading you, giving him a view of your tight, puckered hole.
Jungkooks cock twitches in his pants as he watches your holes clench over nothing. âFeeling empty?â He chuckles, a rough hand makes contact with your ass with a hard smackâ your back arches. You let out a loud squeal, pleasure and pain mixing together.
He lets out a low growl, his cock straining against his pants, Jungkook moans as he watches your wetness begin to drip down your thighs onto his seats.
âActually, do you want to tell me about the dragons you were reading about?â Jungkook jokes behind you making you snap your head backwards with a glare.
âYouâre annoying.â You pout, Jungkook eyes twinkle with amusementâ he bites down on his bottom lip containing the smile that is threatening to spill out. âAnnoying? I have you spread out in front of me baby⌠your pussy is literally dripping.â Jungkook tilts his head to the side cheekily.
Your boyfriend taps on your ass for you to turn around.
He didnât have to tell you twice as you flip around, before reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down on the waistband, alongside his boxers. His cock springs out, the head red and aching.
Jungkook watches you wrap your hand over his thick length, giving a slow pump causing him to blow out a sigh. Jungkook stops you before you connect your lips with his cock.
âAs much as I want you to give me the head of my life, I fucking need to be inside your pretty pussy right now baby.â Jungkook rushes out, tugging on your loose hair backwards.
You pout at him. âLet me fuck you.â Jungkook whispers, the grip on your hair tighten pulling you upwardsâ his lips milliliters away from your face.
âFuck me.â You whimper.
The moment the words left your mouth jungkook is picking you up and placing you on top of his lap. Youâre leaning your back against Jungkook's chest, your legs spread open on each side of his big thighs. His arm is snaked around your waist pulling you closer into him.
âCramps?â Jungkook whispers into your neck, ânot yet.â You joke, he shakes his head with a small laugh before you wrap your hand around his cock aligning it to your entrance.
âGoing to take my cock like a good girl?â He guided your hand, aligning it to your dripping entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy before pushing his cock inside you. You feel the familiar pressure as he slowly slid his length inside you, your pussy sucking him in.
âSo big.. fuck.â You moan, your pussy clenching around him making him moan against your ear. âIf you keep doing that Iâm going to cum.â He chuckled.
You dipped down onto his cock, his cock hitting your cervix when you completely sat down on it. Your legs shake beside you, his hands fastly grip underneath your thighs.
âAll up my belly.â You moan, arching your back against him.
The sight of his cock inside you, buried up to the hilt, made him moan. "You're so tight," he half-whispered, half-growled against the shell of your ear, the roughness of his voice only fueling the intense passion that already burned through your veins.
He wove his fingers into your hair, guiding your head with an almost possessive need as he tilted you to give him better access to your lips. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading, claiming. His eyes closed for a moment as he savored the sensation of your wet, tight pussy engulfing him completely.
He groaned as you lifted yourself, his cock popping out momentarily before sliding back in when you slammed down on it, your cervix meeting his tip with each movement. It was a merciless, primal form of pleasure, your wetness coating his length with every thrust.
His eyes remained locked on you as you got lost in the sensation of his thick length filling you up, throaty moans leaving your lips as you moved on top of him, grinding down onto his cock, your hips moving in a circular motion. Jungkook couldn't help the low growl that left his throat
He pulled you back up, forcing you to bounce on his rigid cock, watching as your full lips parted in an ecstatic moan. The sway of your hips in time with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of you was so fucking erotic it was almost a crime.
You gasped, leaning back just enough to give Jungkook better access to your exposed neck. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly which each bounce.
Jungkook's hips bucked up, meeting your bounces, desperate to get as deep as he could, to fill you up completely. The sensation was almost overpowering. A familiar heat was building inside you, a sweet ache that craved release.
Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.
His hips pumped faster, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most exquisite way. Jungkook took your lips in another deep, greedy kiss, muffling the sounds of your cries as you rocked your hips wildly, trying to take him as deep as you could, desperate to reach that peak that felt so tantalizingly close.
âI canât.â You cry, "That's it, baby, feel every inch." He urged you on.
The thrusts grew rougher, deafening the world around you except for the sound of your moans, his grunts, the soft squelching of your bodies coming together and the rain pouring outside.
The pressure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter until you could no longer contain it. Your entire body trembled as you came undone, shattering the quiet of the car with a lustful cry. Your pussy clamped down around Jungkook's cock,
"Cum for me, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.
You let out a loud whine as his cock slipped out of you. Your body continued to rock back and forth, the ache of denial from not having his cock buried inside you being too much to bear. You glanced down between your legs, flushed when you noticed the stickiness that coated your inner thighs.
Jungkook picked up your trembling body and placed your back onto the leather seat. âGonâ fuck you missionary so I can see your pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.â Your boyfriend growls.
Jungkook wasted no time, returning home, his cock sliding inside you once more as you let out a needy moan.
His thrusts were relentless, deep, and hard, driving himself into you. The way your pussy immediately clenched around him, took him in so greedily, made him groan, his eyes locked on yours.
A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you eager for air. âH-harder,â you pant, your voice growing hoarse as his grip tightened.
The car rocked beneath the force of his thrusts, the sounds of wet slaps echoed, mixed with your cries of pleasure, your head tossing back, your eyes rolling back at the ferocity of his thrusts, the sensations building once more, the climax burning beneath your skin.
"Harder...fuck, harder," you cried out, your voice high-pitched and desperate. Jungkook chuckled, releasing his hold on your throat, you gasp as you inhale deeply for air.
Jungkook fingers find their way to your clit once more, his thumb rubbing it in circles while he continues to thrust into your soaked cunt.
The mix of the insistent pressure on your clit and the rough thrusts was too much, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over you, your pussy gripping his cock, your body pulsing around him. Jungkook pulled out, watching with a devilish grin as your pussy squirted all over the two of you.
Jungkook slapped his cock on your swollen clitâ watching your pussy spasm with spurts of juices, before pushing his cock back into you.
The sensation of being filled once more, the echo of your screams, bouncing off the car roof, and the overwhelming orgasm had left you lightheaded. You clung to Jungkook, panting, drool sliding down your chin.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me..." He groaned in pleasure, the sensation of your slick walls gripping him, almost drowning him.
"You... fuck me so good, baby," you panted, the words slurred, your voice bordering on sounding completely fucked-dumb. Your body shuddering, your pussy spasming around his cock, your orgasm brewing fast. Jungkook's hips sped up, his cock pulsing inside you.
Suddenly, your back arched, your vision filled with a white haze as another orgasm crashed over you. The delicious agony coursed through your body, your pussy clenching down on his cock, Jungkook grunted, feeling you contract around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. His cock pumped inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely. He moaned against your neck, his heart pounding, lost in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his jaw clenching, his eyes closed as he rode out the intense wave of ecstasy. His breath hitched, his hips jerking, before he collapsed against you, his cock still throbbing inside you, spent.
Your body continued to tremble, the aftershocks of the powerful climax lingering. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in ragged pants, sweat beading on your forehead.
With a low growl, Jungkook slowly pulled out of you leaving you feeling impossibly empty. The slick sound of his withdrawal accompanied by a heated chuckle of his.
Jungkook looked down, the sight of your pussy dripping with his cumâ your wet pussy gaping, waiting for him to fill you once again.
Jungkook watched, captivated by the scene, as you reached down to collect his cum, watching as you pushed it back inside.
âFuck.. that was hot.â Jungkook groaned, his lips landed on your face, trails of wet kisses from your forehead, down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. The storm outside, the rain and thunder providing the soundtrack to your post-coital bliss.
Your limp, spent body sprawled over his car seats, your heart still racing, your breaths coming in shallow pants. You gazed up at him, the sweat on his forehead, the flush on his cheeks, the lust still in his eyes, his breathing heavy. A hand cupped your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your jawline as his lips moved against yours in a tender kiss.
Jungkook traced his fingers along your jawline, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
"You good, baby?" He asked, the tenderness in his voice, an unexpected warmth to the intensity of what had just happened.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him and giving a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah, just a bit sore," you responded, blatantly referring to the aching between your legs.
"You're cute, baby," Jungkook whispered into your lips, the simple remark warming you, leaving your heart fluttering. You hummed in content.
The two of you lay there, naked, your skin still glistening from sweat, the weight of the storm outside more comforting than daunting. Your breaths slowly returning to normal.
A beat of silence permeated the car until Jungkook finally broke it, his voice brimming with mirth. "So... do you think we fucked better than the dragons from your book?"
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Danny and Ellie are forced to flee Amity Park. And find themselves in Coast City.
I started writing this with the intention of only writing a short prompt, but then I just kept going until I felt like Iâd written enough.
Danny gets caught up in yet another fight with Skulker, only this time it wasnât because Skulker had come for Danny. No. Heâd come for Ellie. And she was already weak from fleeing the GIW who had shot at her the moment she arrived in Amity Park.
Whether Skulker is after Ellie for Vlad, or because he wants her pelt can be up to you.
Either way, he manages to beat Skulker and captures him in the thermos. Just as he lets out a long sigh of relief he hears the sound of an ecto-gun being fired and then his side is burning and heâs falling. Heâs falling too fast and it hurts and he canât stop-
Danny guys the ground hard. His head is spinning, his skin feels like itâs burning, and he can hear the stomping of feet as someone runs towards him.
He needs to get up. He needs to get away. Find Ellie and make sure sheâs safe. Heâs needs to MOVE- but he canât. Black spots for his vision as he manages to stand up and his eyes meet the end of his motherâs gun.
Before anyone can speak, heâs falling again, handing face first in the dirt. And the familiar feeling of de-transforming washes over him.
The last thing he hears before loosing consciousness is the grief stricken sound of his parentâs voice as three voices shout in unison.
âOH MY GOD DANNY!â
âDANNY ARE YOU OKAY?!â
âNO, GET AWAY FROM HIM!â
When Danny wakes up again, heâs in his room, the curtains are drawn but he can see the sliver of sunlight pouring in through the gap underneath. He notes that his body aches, but not as much as usual after a fight like that. And thereâs a warmth enveloping his hand. Itâs soothing, and he almost considers going back to sleep when he notices that thereâs a ghost in the room. And all too fast heâs sitting up and staring into the exhausted, red, puffy eyes of his mother looking back at him from where sheâs sitting holding his hand in hers.
Just behind her he sees Ellie floating just above the ground talking quietly with his dad.
âDanny,â his motherâs voice draws his attention along with Jack and Ellieâs. âHow are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you in any pain?â
He didnât notice when sheâd helped him to lay back down again. âDo you need anything? Ellie here was just telling us about how regular pain medication doesnât work as well for the two of you. But Iâm sure we could find something for you that might-â
âMom,â Danny rasps. Man his throat was dry.
As if reading him mind Ellie appears by his motherâs side holding out a glass of water with a straw in it. Maddie helps Danny to sit up a little more so he can drink.
âMom,â he tries again, sounding better this time, âIâm okay. I promise. Itâs not that bad!â He starts to lie as the panic sets in. He de-transformed in front of them. He knows he did. And the fear shows on his face, it must, because before he can even begin trying to think up an excuse his mother is crying.
âOh Danny, itâs okay. We know. And weâre not angry at you. We love you. So much.â
And Dannyâs heart swells at hearing it. âYou donât hate me for being Phantom?â He asks quietly.
âNo! We could never hate you Dann-o!â His dadâs cheery tone doesnât disguise the sadness and guilt etched into his face. âWeâre justâŚso sorry that we never noticed before. And that weâŚâ he canât finish his sentence but he doesnât need to. Danny already knows what heâs apologise for.
âIâm okay. I promise. I heal fast!â Danny tied to reassure them.
It seems to help a little, though his parents still have a grim look in their eyes. As they make connections in just how Danny would know that about himself.
And Ellie, with perfect timing to cut the tension, announces happily, âDanny! Good news! Your parents said I could stay with you!â
Ellie had told his parents while Danny was unconscious about being his clone. She saw how they fretted over Danny, cleaning and dressing his injuries with the love and care she only imagined from a parent that truly loves you. And they had accepted her almost right away. Jack even crying as he proudly declared himself a father of three.
Jack soon excused himself, saying heâll go see if Jazz needs any help with cooking lunch. Danny and his mother share a look, and with a final kiss to his head says sheâll go make sure nothing gets brought back to life. And she asks Ellie to please make sure Danny stays in bed and rests.
Danny and Ellie are left alone in his room, and it gives Danny the chance to really revel in everything. His parents accept him. They love him, both sides of him. And they accepted Ellie too! And said she can stay! She doesnât have to be alone anymore.
Now, a lot can happen in the span of a few seconds, let alone minutes. In the time it took for Maddie to reach the kitchen, their front door was kicked down and a group of GIW agents had stormed in demanding they hand over the ectoplasmic scum they were harbouring.
Jack and Maddie drew their weapons and planted themselves directly in front of the GIW agents. The agents state that a ghost shield was put up around the house to prevent any ghosts from escaping, and by law any ghosts within the premises were ti be handed over for destruction immediately. Jazz runs upstairs to Dannyâs room to warn them that the GIW were inside the house and that they needed to run. They need to get to the portal NOW.
With all the authority of an older sister Jazz tells Ellie to grab the go bag Danny had insisted on having prepared, and picks Danny up despite his protests that he could walk. Or well, fly. Ellie turns them all invisible and intangible and takes them down to the lab.
They can hear the sound of shouting, and something breaking and a gun being fired all coming from upstairs as Jazz opens the portal for Danny and Ellie.
Another shot rings out. And then another, and more shouting.
âQuickly you two need to go!â
Another shot.
âArenât you coming with us?â Danny, now Phantom, asks suddenly as he and Ellie are preparing to enter the Ghost Zone.
Two more shots.
âSomeone needs to be here to deactivate the portal in case the guys in white make it down here. Iâll be fine. Mom and dad will be okay, theyâre not here for us so you two need to go. Now!â Thereâs banging on the labâs door and Jazz shoves both Danny and Ellie into the portal. The last thing Danny hears before the portal closes behind them is another shot being fired.
Danny is scared and angry as he and Ellie are forced to fly through the zone with no currently known way to get back to his family. He needs to make sure theyâre okay. He needs to protect them.
But right now Danny is still hurt, and he needs to get himself and Ellie somewhere safe. They begin to slowly make their way through the zone, looking for somewhere to rest and avoiding any ghosts that might want to pick a fight.
Ellie isnât sure how long she and Danny have been moving for. It feels like it could have been days, or hours, or even minutes. But Danny canât fly as quickly right now. Heâs trying to keep a brave face for Ellieâs sake but she can see the exhaustion beginning to take hold of him.
So Ellie makes the executive decision to touch down somewhere to rest. She tells Danny sheâs tired. Danny knows she isnât and itâs only because sheâs worried and wants him to rest. So he goes along with it and they make their way to the next floating island they come across and thank the ancients itâs empty. The two halfas touch down and Danny slumps over as he sits against a nearby rock. Ellie pulls out some energy bars that were tucked away in the go bag and hands one over to Danny.
They do this a few times, stopping to rest, as they gradually make their way to the Far Frozen. Ellie had insisted on going there, Frostbite would know what to do, and he would be able to help Danny with his injuries that had started bleeding again in all the commotion of escaping, and then flying and hiding from ghosts known to attack Danny regularly.
But unfortunately luck is not on their side yet again as a natural portal rips open directly in front of them, and closes behind them after spitting them out in a city they didnât recognise.
Thatâs how Danny and Ellie find themselves in Coast City, hiding out in an old warehouse by the docs while Danny heals and they figure out how theyâre going to get back home.
That is, until now.
Danny stares up at his little sister and sighs with the resigned tone of an exasperated older sibling.
âEllie,â he takes a breath, âwhat did you do?â
âIâm my defence,â Ellie glares up at Green Lantern, who has Ellie scruffed by the back of her hoodie, before looking back at Danny, âI simply do not vibe with the law.â
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Lost and found
Spencer Reid x Reader
In which Spencer almost loses the love of his life, literally and figuratively
TW: angst with a happy ending, criminal minds level depiction of violence, mentions of death, it takes a little to get to the actual plot but trust me itâs worth it, (tell me if i missed any)
Word count: 3.3K
To know Spencer Reid was to be absolutely enthralled by him. You were both 16 when you met, granted you were 16 in your junior year of highschool and he was 16 working on his 2nd PHD, but you were both 16 nonetheless.
It had taken some convincing to get a place in his life, not because he didnât like you or your company, more because he was waiting for your ulterior motive to show itself, or for your patience to wear thin. It never did.
You knew vaguely about his mother, mostly through a news article you found from a few years back, talking about the prodigy like he was more of circus attraction then a 12 year old. It had mentioned that he also took care of his sick mother, and with his hyperfixation on finding a cure to schizophrenia, youâd connected the dots.
But you still didnât want to assume.
âHey Spence, whyâre you so set on finding a cure?â You ask, gesturing to the 8th book on schizophrenia youâd seen him read in the 3 months youâve known him.
âMy motherâ he says, closing the book and placing it infront of him. âWhy do you ask?â
âBecause Iâm curious about what goes on in the mind of Spencer Reidâ you smile âthough, Iâm sure you could tell me exactly whatâs happening up there, down to the chemicalsâ, he laughs at that
âI could give you an ideaâ he says, you hover your hands over the book, he nods, you open it to the last page.
â508 pages, how long would that take you to read?â You ask
âA little under 10 minutes, if I had to guess, I donât know how many words are on each pageâ he says
âWell Iâm not counting so I guess weâre gonna have to stick with an estimateâ you joke, he smiles again.
You sit in silence for a minute, just looking at each other, and the book. Thereâs a light tension, unasked questions float between you.
âCan I be invasive?â You ask, Spencer nods
âYou usually donât ask firstâ he smiles
âYou suckâ you reach to hit his arm, you donât. âI wonât hit you before asking about your sick mother, actuallyâ
âI appreciate thatâ he laughs âbut what do you want to know?â
âWhatâs her name?â You ask, he seems a little shocked.
âDiana.â
âAnd you take care of her?â You already know the answer, but heâd never said it explicitly.
âYeaâ he nods, he looks at you like he knows what youâll ask next
âWell, tell me if thereâs ever anything I can do to help. Her or you, I canât imagine thatâs an easy thing to do alone, props to you spenceâ you smile, and if someone saw his face right now, theyâd assume you asked him- well not many questions would dumbfound Spencer Reid but thatâs not the point.
âYouâre not gonna ask if I hate it? Or if I want to put her in a home?â He asks, sounding more confused than youâd ever seen him
âDo you want me to ask that?â You counter.
âNo.. not reallyâ he looks at his hands, which are rubbing together. A nervous habit of his youâd picked up on rather quickly.
âWell then I wonât ask itâ you smile, so does he.
Itâs a week later when he tells you why heâd been so shocked that day.
You were on his front porch, about to meet his mother for the first time. He said sheâd been having a good day, and though you werenât exactly sure what that entailed, he said it with enough excitement that you decided to just ask later.
âWhen you first asked about my mom, you asked what her name wasâ he says, you nod.
âThats usually my starting point, yeaâ you laugh softly âwhy, was that the wrong thing to ask?â
âNo- no no no. It was the perfect thing to ask! I just- you were the first person to ask what her name was before you asked about whatâs wrong with herâ he says, and he looks sad, so you offer a hand. You know heâll say no, but you donât miss how he smiles everytime you offer.
âWanna tell me about her? I never know what Iâm walking into meeting my friends parents, I wouldâve brought her flowers but I didnât know what kind she likedâ you say, and his smile goes from soft to wide and bright.
He is ineffably beautiful.
âShe likes liliesâ he smiles âand sheâs really nice, when sheâs, yknowâ you just nod. And then he holds out his hand, you take it. And thatâs the first time you ever touched Spencer Reid.
You met his mother that night, it was uneventful, but it was nice.
Thatâs a lot of your friendship with Spencer. Uneventful, but nice. More than nice, itâs wonderful. Heâs wonderful. Youâre there when he gets his first PHD at 17, your there when he has to put his mother into assisted living, youâre there when he gets the letter saying heâs been invited to the FBI academy, you even drive him to go meet Agent Gideon.
You see him off at the airport when he goes to Quanico.
And thatâs the last time you see your best friend.
After a while weekly phone calls became monthly, and monthly became and occasional text on birthdays and holidays and informing the other of big achievements, but by his 3rd year as an agent, friendships were hard to maintain.
Youâd accepted never seeing your friend again.
Spencer hoped heâd never see you again, because he knew he didnât have the guts to reach out, and he knew that the only time his teammates seemed to see old friends was when they were a part of a case.
But he also knew you.
And he recognized your necklace the second he saw the pictures Penelope had on the screen.
âThe second and third victims havenât been found, but theyâre believed deadâ JJ says, Spencer barely hears it.
âI need airâ is all he manages to say as he rushes out of the room. Derek went after him and caught him as he collapsed.
âHey man, whatâs goin on?â Derek asked him, holding onto Spencerâs shaking shoulders as he tries to stay upright.
âI canât- she canât- she canât be deadâ his words were barely audible and even less coherent.
âDo you know one of the victims?â Derek asked, and Spencer nodded.
He more than knew you, heâd held you while you cried, heâd slept in your bed the night his mom went into care, you were the only person there for him at his graduations, heâd helped you decorate your first apartment. You were so much more than someone he knew. And you were so much more than victim number 3.
âSpencer? Hello?â Derekâs hand waved infront of Spencerâs face as he zoned back into reality.
âSorryâ I he muttered as he started to stand up. He and Derek walked back into the briefing room, he doesnât apologize for his outburst, he just sits and waits for Penelope and JJ to continue. They do.
âWell, 3 girls went missing in New York City within a span of a week. The reason weâre on this case is because they all worked for the same law firmâ
Spencer takes a shuttering breath.
âThe first victim, whose body was found dumped in a dumpster by a homeless man, was 56 year old Mrs. Shelly Kailee, a lawyer at Shelly and Dylan law firm, she was a co-owner along with her Husband Dylan. The two other victims, who are still currently missing, are Darleen Calvin, and Y/N L/N. Darleen is 28 and a practicing attorney at the same law firm, sheâs only been practicing there for a few months after graduation from University of New York in January. Y/N is 25 and is working as a receptionist at the law firm while working on her law degree at Cornell. Both girls are reportedly very sociable and very kind, but from what weâve been told, Y/N seemed to be more acquainted with everyone while Darleen seemed to just have a large group of friends. Thatâs the only information we have on themâ JJ says. It seems everyoneâs eyes drifted to Spencer, but his were dead set on your face on the projector. Smiling. You had the same smile. You were still wearing the same necklace you wore every day since he gave it to you at 18 when you graduated. You were still as beautiful as he remembered.
âShe wouldnât let anyone take her to a second location, not without a fight. Weâre probably looking at a fairly athletic man, unless we find out that she sent someone her location. Then itâs probably someone charismatic, charming, played himself as a friendâ he says, and everyone nods.
âYou think sheâd fall for that?â Morgan asks, he gets a few glares. But Spencer nods. âI think I saw her have a conversation with a homeless man once because she thought he might be lonely.â He says âso yesâ. Hotch clears his throat âSpencer is there any possibility sheâs.. changed since you knew her?â. Spencer shakes his head âwe only really fell completely out of touch a few months back, she seemed pretty much the same the last time I called her, which was probably 6 months agoâ
You couldâve cut the tension with a knife.
âSpencer Iâm sorry-â Emily says, he cuts her off.
âYou can be sorry if we find a bodyâ he says. And they get the message.
âWheels up in 10â Hotch says.
Spencer works that case like a dog. Thereâs not a moment where he isnât doing something to find you. Something to make sure youâre okay.
A few times, Derek had to pull him out of the police precinct, just so heâd get a couple hours of sleep.
He was beside himself.
Then the tapes showed up.
On the front steps of the police station, there was a box, with 4 tapes, each labeled with a date of the days youâd been missing, the most recent being from the day before.
The first started with a voice they later confirmed to be Shellyâs. A final message to her husband and kids. Tearful messages to each one about how much she loved them. And then a gunshot.
The second tape was worse. It was of you and Darleen. Spencer recognized your voice immediately, he could tell you were holding back tears. Darleen on the other hand was sobbing. You were both pleading for you life. You were a bit more composed, and he quickly recognized some of what you were saying as examples heâd said to you when talking about what usually does and doesnât work on killers.
He never intended you to have to put those lessons to use.
And the selfish part of him wonders if you thought of him when you spoke.
The 3rd tape is the shortest. Itâs just a gunshot and a scream. Your scream. He, for the first time in his life, sincerely hopes that you watched someone get killed.
The final tape is just you.
And it breaks him.
Thereâs a few seconds of silence before your voice starts.
âThis is a message for Spencer Reid, and the rest of the FBI. My name is Y/N, and if youâre listening to this. I am dead.â
And his face falls.
âSpence, meeting you in highschool was the greatest thing Iâve ever done. And I love you, I love you so much Spencer. And I hope-â the tape ends.
Spencer listens to that tape another dozen times.
The cops find Darleenâs body before lunch.
He doesnât have it in him to care.
He listens to the tape again. And then it hits him.
You had never once said you met Spencer in highschool. You always, always made it a point to say that you were in highschool, but he wasnât.
And it was currently summer, and the highschool was empty.
âGuys I know where she is-â
Hotch cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. âSpencer sheâs deadâ he said, his voice wasnât harsh, but it wasnât gentle either. Spencer couldâve punched him.
âTheyâre at the highschool. Trust meâ his voice was shaking, not with doubt, but with fear. Fear that both he and Hotch were right, and that in a couple hours heâd see you again under the worst possible circumstances.
But they went anyway.
He was zoned out most of the car ride, ignoring Derekâs questions of if heâs sure he can handle this.
For Spencer, it doesnât matter if he thinks he can, because he has too.
Heâs a few feet past the doorway when it really sinks in that he might leave the building again with your lifeless body in his arms. He pushes the thought aside. It felt like betrayal not to try and have hope, because for Spencer, you were hope incarnate. It would feel disrespectful to take that from you without asking first.
He heard it before anyone else did.
He all but ripped the door open, the local PD turning on their heels at his aggressive movements.
But there you were, in a chair, sobbing into your binds. He was infront of you in seconds, shouting for someone to cut the ropes holding your wrists and ankles as he removed the cloth from your mouth.
âYouâre okay, youâre alright now, Iâve got youâ his hands gently holding your cheeks as you leaned forward into his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso once they were cut free.
âI knew youâd come- I knew it. I told him but he said you wouldnt find me so- so in the tape- oh my god did he send you the tapes?â He cut off your manic rambling with soft shushing
âI know you knew, you always know, and yes we got the tapes. You did good, you did everything perfect. I understood.â He assured you, running his hands through your hair.
Emily came up to you and Spencer, putting her hand on his shoulder.
âDoes she know where he is?â She asks.
He starts to speak, but you do it first. âMaybe the janitors closet? Or the bathroom? He- he made us scrub the floors, he was like- he was psychotic about itâ you say, she nods and leaves the room, Spencer just tucks your head back under his chin.
âYouâre doing so wellâ he whispers
âSpencer I want to leaveâ you cry
âAlright, alright. Letâs get you out of hereâ he says, slipping his arm under your knees and lifting you. You probably couldâve walked, but no one was shocked that he chose to carry you out.
He asked the EMTs more questions than your frazzled mind could even think of.
âDr.Reid, sheâs going to be fine. Itâs cuts and bruises and maybe a few pulled muscles, she will be fine once she gets some fluids and a good meal in her system. â
He still didnât believe it.
He didnât believe it when the nurses told him the same thing, he didnât believe it on the car ride back to the precinct after you were discharged, and he didnât believe it when you sat next to him during your cognitive interview.
Heâd fought Hotch about giving you one, but Hotch said that having a solid story will help make sure the man who did this is kept in prison for as long as possible, and youâd volunteered.
âYou really dont have toâ he says, you shake your head
âSpence i can handle itâ you say
âIm not leaving your side.â He insists, you laugh a bit, which all but calms him down.
âI didnt think you would.â You offer your hand, and for the first time he accepts the invitation.
The interview makes you cry, which couldâve been predicted, but it still breaks Spencerâs heart.
After that he sets a semi-permanent ban on anyone asking you about what happened.
JJ brings you a change of clothes and you thank her profusely as she walks you to the bathroom and helps you wash your face and body as best as you can with wet paper towels.
Spencer anxiously waits outside.
âSheâs with JJ, man. You can go outside and take a breather if you needâ Derek offers.
âIâll go outside and take a breather with Y/N when theyâre done. Im sure this isnt where she wants to be right now.â Spencer says, Derek sighs.
âSpence, that girl might be one of the most well adjusted victims weâve ever seen, sheâll be okay if you step away for 5 minutes-â Spencer cuts him off
âI wontâ he says âdo you not get that? Sheâs well adjusted, Im not. I am not well adjusted to almost losing her and im not well adjusted to having her back so Derek would you please stop suggesting that I need space from her because space from her is the last thing I need right nowâ they stand in silence for a minute until you leave the bathroom.
âSpence? Everything okay?â JJ asks as she walks out of the bathroom after you, you quickly finding your place leaning against Spencerâs side.
âYea weâre goodâ Derek answers for him, placing a firm hand on Spencerâs shoulder, and leaving with a small nod of understanding.
Spencer guides you outside.
He sits next to you on the bench outside the precinct, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you.
âIm really glad you picked up on thatâ you say
âPicked up on what?â He asks, his hand moving from next to you on the bench to your lap, resting on top of your own.
âThe highschool thing, i honestly didnt know if heâd even send the tapes, kinnda figured he was making them for himselfâ you say, interlacing your fingers with his âbut I figured it was worth a shotâ
âIt was smartâ he says, squeezing your hand âtook me awhile to realizeâ
âDid it?â You ask âand here i was thinking you were a genius. Spencer when have i ever skipped a chance to brag about you?â You smile at him, he shrugs.
âI was under a little stressâ he says, pulling you closer.
âI know, im sorry I scared youâ
âDont apologize, this is not your fault. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.â You just nod.
Thereâs silence for a while, it couldâve been hours, neither of you wouldâve noticed, or minded.
âDo you want to move in with me?â He says it before he even realized he thought it, immediately looking just as shocked as you. âI am so sorry- i just- well i figured-â
âSpencerâ you grab his hand. âWeâll talk about itâ you say, and that seems to be the right answer as he wraps you into a hug.
âI just want to make sure youâre okayâ he whispers, you nod.
âIt doesnât require moving in for us to stay in contactâ you say
âBut youâre so farâ you just nod in response. âI dont want to lose you againâ he whispers
âSpence you didnt lose me, im alright-â he stops you
âThats not what i meant. Not entirelyâ he clarifies, you sigh and pull him into another long hug.
âMy lease ends next monthâ you hum
âSee you in Virginia next month?â He asks, you smile
âWeâll talk about itâ
Thereâs never a conversation about if youâll move in. Spencer just Venmoâs you (he got Garcia to teach him how) 300 bucks along with âplane ticket or take out dinner for a weekâ which makes you laugh, and it also makes you call him to ask approximately how much of your stuff would fit in his apartment, he says heâll make as much space as you need.
A month later you show up to one of Rossiâs dinner parties hand in hand with Spencer, JJ hands Derek 20 bucks, and slowly, everything falls back into place.
(PS: Spencer makes sure you have everything you need to finish school online because heâll be damned if you gave up your dreams for a man, even if he himself is that man.)
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my love is mine, all mine
summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
~one~
âiâm jude bellingham,â you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.
âyouâre not funny.â
âi am so. you know you wanna laugh,â you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didnât want to give you the satisfaction of winning.
âno.â
âguys, heâs smiling! he knows iâm funny,â you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other personâs hand away.
âyou guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!â
âright right, sorry. iâm jude and thatâs y/n,â you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.
âweâre here to see who loves the other person more.â
âno. try again.â
âweâre actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?â jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.
âwhatever you say mâlove. do you wanna ask the first question?â
~two~
wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest heâs ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.
jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.
meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. youâve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they wouldâve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.
âbaby, why are you standing so far? câmere,â jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.
âcongratulations my love. iâm so proud of you,â you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.
âthank you for being here.â
âiâd travel across the moon for you.â
âiâll travel across the galaxy for you,â jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.
âmust you always have to one up me?â
âyes. i would give you the world if i could.â
âluckily for you, you are my world and youâre already all mine,â your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.
âand youâre all mine,â jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.
âi love you so much.â
âi love you too darling,â jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.
completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.
~three~
âiâm ready to shake my ass on this yacht!â you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.
âew i prefer you didnât. donât wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.â
âi prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?â everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.
âkeep it in your pants bellingham,â you push his chest with a knowing smirk.
âi canât. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,â it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.
âyou are a perv. stop being nasty,â you pointed at him and walked away from him.
jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldnât even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.
âyou know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you donât,â he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.
âi do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,â you replied with, in between your constant giggles.
~four~
football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of judeâs and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.
âjude,â you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didnât move an inch.
âbabe,â you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasnât fully awake.
âi canât sleep.â
âdarling itâs like three in the morning,â the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when heâs half asleep.
âi know, iâm sorry. i just canât sleep.â
jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.
âwhat do you want me to do exactly?â
âstay up with me until i fall asleep?â
the silence was loud as you guys studied each otherâs faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.
âletâs have some tea then.âďżź
âokay.â
you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.
âhere you go mâlove,â sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.
âthank you baby. iâm sorry i woke you.â
âitâs not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldnât sleep?â
âno, i just couldnât sleep,â you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.
âwell luckily iâm really good boyfriend.â
âoh really?â
âmmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?â
âyou have a point bellingham,â you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. âhave i ever told you i love you?â
âhmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.â
âonce or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.â
âwhereâs the fun in that sweetheart?â you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.
âiâm kidding. i love you more,â jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.
ânot possible. i love you wayyy more.â
âugh as if.â
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INTO YOU
PAIRING: jay x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, slight gun play, mentions of smoking, usage of nicknames, fingering, pussy slapping, breeding, enemies to possible lovers.
SYNOPSIS: everyone knows that your families hate each other, being the biggest rivals in terms of business, however, you both donât seem to care much about it.
WC: 1.9k
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, loves! happy jay birth <3 i had to write something for my man cmon, i hope you guys will like it :3 (not proofread) all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
Blinding chandelier lights, fancy gowns, fake laughs paired with endless supply of sparkly champagne. Countless camera flashes, and an even faker demeanor as the guests pose and show their best game.Â
It was yet another weekend; yet another charity ball organized by someone so filthy rich, who didnât mean to do any charity, but rather, put up a façade well enough simply to expand their business connections.Â
You watched it unfold from afar, like always, judging everyone as you swirled the drink in the delicate glass which rested on your fingertips, looking for something , or rather, someone to appear and get this boring excuse of an event going.Â
Your family was close with the Kims, meaning, youâd probably, just probably spend your night with no drama at all, not expecting the Kims to invite the family which is your so-called rival.Â
So you decided to mingle along, putting on your sweetest smile as you strolled through the big ball room, the slit in your dress allowing the cold air to grace your legs in the otherwise warm room, until it didnât.Â
The warmth of a hand encasing your wrist was enough for you to stop, the scent itself was a giveaway of the identity of the one who stopped you in the middle of the crowded floor, a sly smile draping your face with his action.Â
âGetting into a party without an invitation is rude, donât you think?â You asked.Â
He scoffed, which came out as a breathy laugh, âthat is exactly why I made sure that Mr. Kim would deliver the invitation personally to me,â he clicked his tongue.Â
You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side, looking right into his dark eyes before giving him a once over, almost in a condescending manner as if you were judging his entire existence.Â
He had another one of his proud smirks plastered on his face, specs perched on his strong, pointy nose, his lips the perfect shade of pinkish-red, resonating perfectly with his melanin. Clad in a black tuxedo, he stood there as if he was the most important man in the room.Â
Park Jongseong.Â
âThat desperate for what? A party?â You clicked your tongue as a challenge.Â
His hand only shifted from your wrist to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest effortlessly, earning a gasp out of you, âfor a party, yes. You know it, princess.âÂ
Thatâs exactly when you heard a louder gasp as you pushed him away. Your mother dearest had spotted his mother in the crowd, both of them coming along to meet right where you were standing.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â Your mom asked, trying to put on a fake smile so as to not alarm others.Â
âWe were invited, of course,â the lady spoke up, a sick smile on her face.Â
âOr yet, begged Mr. Kim to be invited here,â you smiled back, looking at Jay right after, who was only amused.Â
But none of your family members were amused as they scowled, âstay the fuck away from her,â your mother said, pulling you back from Jay.Â
âAsk her to stay away from my son,â Mrs. Park spat, pulling Jay back.Â
âWho even wants to be with him?â You scrutinized him again with a bored expression.Â
âYou do, princess,â he winked, making you scoff in disbelief as he said it in front of your mother.Â
âShut up!â Your mother said, having had enough.Â
You both had the corner of your lips upturned by the time your mothers pulled you away, far from each other, his eyes shining as you bit your lip.Â
Your mom was frustrated and it showed, especially when she reached out to your father, filling him in with the events of what happened a few minutes back.Â
However, you didnât care, simply getting away from your family as you started roaming around yet again, patting your thigh gently to feel your gun in its holsterâsomething you kept for safety.Â
Everyone around you did.Â
The party didnât feel as boring anymore, not when you got out of the main ballroom, opening the door towards the secluded balcony; which you were sure would be empty.Â
And you were right. It was small, secluded, facing the grand gardens of the villa, two big vintage lamps keeping the balcony well illuminated as you took out the cigarette you had hidden in your pocket along with your heart shaped lighter.Â
A dress with pockets? A blessing from the lords.Â
Holding the stick between your glossed up lips, you flicked the lighter, bringing it closer to the cigarette as it burned, your eyes closing the second you inhaled the smoke, using your middle and index finger to hold it away as you leaned against the cold marble wall. Â
Park Jongseong.Â
Your wrist still burned from when he gripped it, your waist still feeling the warmth of his hand as your silk down did nothing to hide your figure. You found yourself thinking about him again, the proximity was enough for his scent to invade your senses.Â
Your body became hyper aware as you found yourself close to the similar scent again.Â
âSmoking is bad for your health, princess,â he spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.Â
You smiled, not opening your eyes as you lifted your hand to take another puff of smoke, only for Jay to snatch it up, standing right in front of you, his free hand gripping your chin, your eyes opening to find his face inches away from you.Â
âGetting too bold, are we now?â He asked.Â
âMaybe,â you shrugged, challenging him.Â
âYeah. I donât fuck you for one night and you turn into a fucking brat? Is that how you want it, princess? Want me to fuck some manners into you?â He came even closer, turning his head to take the cigarette between his lips, breathing the smoke in before he threw it away.Â
Grabbing your chin harder, he tilted your head ever so slightly, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, dazed.Â
He blew the smoke into your mouth and you inhaled it all in, blowing it out of your nose while not breaking eye contact, another shiver running down your body as his fingertips traced your thigh, inching upwards to where your holster was.Â
âJayââ you breathed out, biting your bottom lip.Â
âShh, princess. Who would even want me, right? Iâll show you exactly how much you need me,â he chuckled, his lips touching your ear.Â
He was quick to get your gun out, your mind too blank as you were sandwiched between him and the wall. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against your inner thigh now.Â
âPlease,â you begged.Â
âPlease what?â He urged you to speak up, the slit of your dress allowing him to graze it up your thigh and near your panties which were starting to get wet.Â
âI wantââ you started and he only pressed the gun right on your clothed cunt, your eyes closing again, your body felt as if it was on fire, a low whine leaving your mouth.Â
âSay it, princess,â he groaned, his lips near the corner of your mouth.Â
âI want you, IâI need you,â you managed to speak up, your whimpers were enough for his cock to start hardening, even more now that his body was pressed against your.Â
He moved the gun in slow circles, your wetness dripping down on it till it reached his hands, as you held on to his arm for support, not being able to stand straight.Â
âSee? It wasnât too hard, was it?â He asked, pressing the gun right where your hole was, stuffing it in slightly through your panties, your whines turning into moans as he grabbed your jaw again, ânever forget that you belong to me,â was all he said before pulling you in a deep, rushed kiss.Â
His free hand held on to your wrist, curling his fingers around it hard, his teeth nibbling on your lips before he spit in your mouth, not wasting a second before he shoved his tongue in your mouth.Â
You could barely breathe, whimpering out his name desperately, trying to move your hips to get even a fraction of more friction from the gun.Â
âThatâs it baby, keep making those noises for me, yeah?â He spoke in between the kisses, finally having had enough of the gun as he kept it aside.Â
It didnât take him a second to push your panties to the side, covering his fingers in your dripping juices as you bit back a moan, which didnât last for long as he stuffed you full of his fingers, making you lose control of the last bit of your sanity.Â
Your wetness was enough for his fingers to slide in easily, which wasnât enough for Jay as he curled them inside you, âtell me who you belong to, princess?âÂ
âYouâyou.â Your eyes watered as you moaned it out, and he slapped your cunt right that second, your eyes rolling back at the pain which felt more like pleasure than anything else, your breathing hitched as he did so again before he stuffed three of his fingers into you again, fucking you deeper than ever while kissing your neck, harsh enough for it to bruise later.Â
He had been going at it for minutes and yet it felt like mere seconds before he took his fingers out, licking them and turning you around, your cheek resting on the cold wall.Â
As much as he wanted to tear your dress off, he didnât do that, and you could feel your tears streaming down your face, frustrated as he stopped right before you were about to cum, your cunt clenching around nothing as you heard him undo his belt.Â
You knew his cock was thick and veiny, but it still shocked you, especially when he lined up his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip, soaking it with your wetness which dripped down your thighs. You could barely breathe anymore, especially when his cock slid right in with how wet you were, reaching the deepest spots in you, his big hand spanking your ass right as he bottomed out.Â
Broken moans were all that your mouth could let out by now, along with his name, which you kept on repeating like a broken record.Â
His thrusts were brutal, almost as if he was using you like a doll and you were simply taking it like you were meant to.Â
It felt too good.Â
âSuch a good girl, youâre taking me so well.â
The way your pussy sucked him in was driving Jay crazy as he groaned near your ear, biting your shoulder right after, his balls slamming against your ass and he didnât bother slowing down, not when you were clenching around him like that.Â
He held you up, knowing that your legs couldnât keep you up anymore, not when your mind was blank and you were crying, begging for release.Â
âCum for me, princess,â he whispered, pinching your nipples as you let out another moan, which sounded like a scream with how frustrated you were, his thrusts getting faster and faster.Â
âIâll fill you up good, yeah? Gonna keep my cum in your cunt?â He asked, his voice even deeper as he hit your g-spot.Â
You nodded, letting out a broken yes in reply, which was all it took for your eyes to close again, your legs shaking as Jay filled you up the very second you came all around his cock, creaming it beautifully in the essence of your unadulterated pleasure.Â
âYou were right,â you breathed out, holding on to him.Â
âYeah?â He asked.Â
âYeah. I need you, always.âÂ
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More Than Words
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female BAU!Reader
Requested: yes
Summary: After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, your forced to beg your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding.
Warnings: Light smut at the end, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of Spencer's childhood.
A/N: Thank you for the request on this one! Ever since I rewatched Season 7 and saw Spencer dancing with everyone at JJ's wedding I've been thinking non-stop about him just holding you close like that and I'm going to shut up now because 8k words of that is more than enough lmao.
You can find my masterlist here, and I just started posting all my stuff on AO3 as well, so if you prefer to read there, check it out!
Despite knowing about your brotherâs impending nuptials for the last 18 months, it was in the final two-week stretch that you actually started panicking about getting the date that youâd promised them. It was one sweet little white lie that you had made that had just spiraled out of control, but youâd yet to actually manifest the secretive boyfriend who was âvery real actually, mom, heâs coming to the wedding actually.â
It was that statement that had sealed your fate, and always one to wear your emotions on your face when you werenât on a case, it wasnât long before someone noticed your building anxiety and guilt.
âOkay, spill Y/N. You look like you just witnessed your favorite author kick a puppy or a kitten or something,â Penelope said when you dropped some files off in her room that morning, spinning around on her chair to face you as soon as she caught your reflection in her monitor.
âItâs this wedding I have to go to,â you sighed dramatically, falling into one of the other chairs in the room kept for visitors.
âWant me to help you get out of it?â Penelope offered, patting your hand comfortingly.
âIâm not sure my brother would be too pleased about that, since itâs his wedding and all. My mother would drag me down all the way from here herself if she had to.â
âOkay, so a no-show is a no-go. Then what gives, my sweet avenging angel? There has to be something serious to get you looking all glum.â
You sighed and ran a hand through your hair before straightening up and leaning into Penelope more, creating an air of secrecy.
âPromise you wonât tell?â
âOh sweetie, if only you knew the secrets these four walls held,â she replied dramatically, pulling a laugh from you.
âLast year, I was so, I donât know, jealous I guess, of all the attention my brother and his fiancee were getting because of the wedding, and it just felt like every time my mom called me, she would only want to talk about them because of the wedding. I felt left out, and I already live so far away anyway, so itâs hard to have that connection with people back home, so I might have told a small, tiny, inconsequential lie that now actually has consequences?â Your face flushes at the confession, and you can see Penelope trying her best not to blurt out her thoughts, intent on letting you continue.
âI told her I was seeing this guy. Heâs amazing, he works in the FBI just like me, and heâs smart, and he takes me on dates to these amazing places, like museums and interesting restaurants and to book fairs. I told her he was handsome and that he looked at me like I put the stars in the night sky, and he just doesn't exist, Penelope. And now I have to disappoint my mother again by turning up to my brother's wedding without a date.â
âOh sweetheart,â was all she said for a minute, and the sympathetic look on her face made you want to run out of there immediately.
âI know, I know, I need to tell her the truth, but I donât want to do it at the wedding and spoil her happiness. She loves weddings.â
âAnd this fake boyfriend is supposed to be your plus-one?â she asked.
âMy invitation read âTo our darling sister and her mystery man,ââ you groaned, wondering how you could have been so childish in the first place. Youâd acted like any child on a playground would, inventing lies to make yourself seem more important and cooler.
âI think I have the perfect solution for you, angel, but you might not like it,â Penelope grinned from her chair, leaning back and playing with the pen in her hands nefariously as if sheâd been waiting for this chance her whole life. You didnât trust that look, but you had no other option, so you took a deep breath and listened to her plan.
âXâ
Three days later, and you were suddenly pacing the hallways with a coffee and a croissant, poised and ready to kidnap an FBI Agent the second he passed you.
At first, youâd laughed at the suggestion sheâd made, outlandish as it was. But 72 hours of reflection, and a timely phone call from your mother, and suddenly you were on board and ready to lock on to your target. You stopped pacing when you heard the elevator ding, signaling the arrival of Spencer Reid. You were thankful that his schedule was so regular and timed down to the minute that you had just enough time to ambush him in the hallway before any other member of your team noticed.
âSpencer! Here I bought you coffee and a croissant from that cafe I mentioned a while back,â you panicked, unloading the gifts into his arms quickly, taking him off guard, before checking left and right before pushing him into the nearest empty room and shutting it behind you.
âGood morning to you, too, Y/N. Is there a reason weâre in a closet right now?â he asked, looking down at you with knitted eyebrows.
âYes,â you gumped, afraid to say anymore.
âAre you going to tell me what the reason is?â
âI need you to be my boyfriend for a weekend,â you finally blurted out.
âYou need me to⌠Just for a weekend?â He looked confused, and you felt your cheeks flame up, as you tried your best to explain the situation for him.
âMy brother is getting married in LA this weekend, and I need a date. I told my mom last year that I was in a relationship with a really great guy who also works for the FBI.â
âOh. So, you broke up with him and donât want to tell your mom?â
âNo, he never existed. Long story, I can explain on the plane, but I really need you to come with me! Iâll pay for everything, and Iâll even get you this coffee and any pastry of your choice every day for a month, please, please, please!â You begged him, so desperate that you were moments away from dropping to your knees and grabbing his leg, refusing to move until he acquiesced. You didnât have to in the end.
âOh, sure, Iâll go. When did you say it was?â Your jaw fell open in shock, and it took a few seconds to pull yourself back together as you reacted to his words.
âThis weekend? The flight is tomorrow at 6 a.m.â You smiled sheepishly as his eyes bugged out of his head.
âThis weekend? What were you going to do if I said no?â He laughed at you a little, taking a sip of the coffee you bought him.
âHonestly? Plan B was to cry, and plan C was to kill off my mystery man in a freak accident.â
âWow, we just started fake dating and youâre already trying to bump me off.â His smile made you burn hotter than before, as you playfully hit his arm in response.
âStop saying weâre dating. I pulled you in here to ask you privately because I didnât want weird rumors circulating in the office,â you pouted.
âThen you better let me out of the closet, Y/N, before people think weâre doing something we shouldnât be. At least three people saw you drag me in here, you know.â
With that, you rush to open the door and run out, shouting a reminder back at him.
âJust be ready, okay. Iâll see you at the airport at 6 a.m.â
âXâ
The flight, despite being ridiculously long, was altogether quite pleasant, and you made it back to California in one piece, Spencer trailing behind you like a lost puppy for a while, letting you take up the role of âairport dadâ as you guided him through the airport and to the hotel where the wedding was being held.
âSo whatâs our cover story?â He asked in the taxi on the way there, breaking the comfortable silence.
âWhat cover story?â you asked, looking up at him from your phone, still focused on just getting to the destination.
âWhere did we meet, how long have we been dating, how much do they know about me?â He listed off the possible questions that his parents were absolutely going to interrogate him with soon. âI need to prepare so we donât get caught out, right?â
âOh, right. Based on what I told them, we met at work and weâve been seeing each other casually for about a year now. I didnât give them a name yet, which annoys my mom to no end, but I was always pretty private as a child so she didnât find it all that suspicious. Other than that, they donât know that much about my mystery boyfriend apart from the things weâve done together.â He listened attentively as you spoke, taking each of your words in and committing them to memory.
âWhat was our first date?â He asked.
âCoffee shop. That place I got you the coffee from earlier, itâs called Flondon. Iâm a regular there, so it made sense to use it in my story.â
âWhat else have we done together?â
âThere was a book fair in New York a few months back that we, uh, spent the weekend at. You surprised me for my birthday with the tickets.â
âWow, so Iâm a really great boyfriend then.â He joked a little, and you let out another groan of annoyance at his teasing. You didnât get the chance to finish your conversation though, as the taxi finally pulled up to the hotel.
You climbed out of the taxi after paying the driver, Spencer having already left to grab your bags, before walking into the foyer of the hotel.
âY/N, just one last thing before we go in,â he stopped you at the door, grabbing you by the arm gently. âAre we⌠the, um. Hotels tend to get booked up pretty early for weddings, and Iâm sure your family will be suspicious if we donât share a room soâŚâ
He didnât have to finish voicing his thoughts before you were cursing, not having made the connection before.
âShit, youâre right. My brother made the booking for me months ago. We just have to go in and get the room key but I totally forgot⌠Itâs fine, right? Weâve roomed together on cases, havenât we?â You asked, looking up at him.
âNo, we havenât. 67% of our motel bookings allow for single occupation rooms for Agents, I end up sharing a room with Morgan for 15% of overnight stays where double occupation is necessary, Hotch for another 17%, and the remaining 1% is made up of outliers where I had to share with Rossi or Prentiss, but weâŚwe havenât shared before.â He gestured between the two of you for a moment there, letting the facts sit with you.
âSpencer, itâs okay with me, is it okay with you? I understand if youâre not comfortable with it. We can just turn around now if you want.â
âNo, no itâs totally fine. I just wanted to make sure youâre comfortable with it. Morgan says I snore, so I guess Iâm not the best roommate in the world.â He smiled at you then, reassuringly, and moved his hand down your arm until it reached your hand.
You looked down at where his hand had entwined with yours and your heart gave a little jolt. Spencer didnât like physical touch, and you knew that. You tried not to initiate any contact with him, despite being a touchy person, but there had been times after particularly tough cases and with close calls where youâd thrown yourself into the nearest person's arms, and he always happened to be near.
But those hugs had been thoughtless, natural reactions to stressful situations and this was intentional, and more importantly, heâd started it.
âSorry, I just assumed we should get used to, uh, touching each other, I guess? Weâre going to be doing it all weekend, you know, might as well start now.â He gave you an awkward closed-lip smile, and you giggled at his awkward explanatory tone. Squeezing his hand a bit, you grabbed your suitcase again in your free hand, and pushed open the door with your shoulder, pulling Spencer in behind you.
The lobby was filled with people arriving for the wedding, and you instantly spotted three cousins and two aunts from across the room, giving them a little smile as you made your way to the reception desk, Spencer right at your side.
âHi, reservation for Y/N L/N, please.â
âSister of the groom, right? Your mother asked me to give her a call when you arrived. Please wait one minute.â She handed you your key, and you felt yourself go pale, turning around to Spencer for reassurance.
âOh god, sheâs coming now, what do we do?â
âY/N, calm down, itâs okay, we knew we were going to have to see your mom tonight at the reception anyways.â
âYouâre right. Okay, right. Okay.â You breathed out, as Spencer wrapped his other arm around you, holding you in a closer embrace while keeping your hands locked together.
âOne of my aunts is looking at us. She looks like she wants to say something. Oh god, sheâs coming over, Spencer act natural,â
âSaying act naturally is actually counter-active-â but he didnât have time to finish before you had turned to greet the older woman, disentangling yourself from Spencerâs arms as you hugged the woman warmly.
âItâs so good to see you, Y/N, you know how we all worry about you doing that job of yours. The other week we saw you on the news about that tragedy with the young girlâŚâ she trailed off, giving you a worrying look before quickly shifting her gaze to her actual target, Spencer.
âI think I saw you too, young man. You must be Y/Nâs boyfriend,â she smiled at him, waiting to hear a response so she could return to the other matrons with the gossip.
âYeah, nice to meet you, Iâm Spencer.â You could tell he was thankful that the woman hadnât stuck her hand out to shake his, as he positioned himself mostly behind you, keeping his hands occupied by letting one settle on your hip and the other keeping a hold of your suitcase.
âSpencer? Spencer Reid?â You heard your mother before you saw her, turning around in your place to finally see her, as Spencer whipped his head around as well. âIâve heard so much about you. Itâs so wonderful to finally meet you.â
Your mother had none of the restraint of your aunt, and unfortunately, youâd inherited your clingy side from her, which is why she immediately swooped in to give Spencer a hug. To his credit, he greeted her warmly as well and didnât avoid the touch, but he kept it short and polite nonetheless.
âMom, how did you knowâŚâ
âYou tell me about your coworkers all the time, Iâm just surprised I didnât work it out sooner. I always said that you talked about that Spencer with a fond tone, you should ask your father, heâll tell you that I did.â You rolled your eyes at your motherâs words, doing your best to avoid Spencerâs gaze. Heâd fallen back into place by your side as you greeted your mother.
âItâs so nice to finally meet you, You know, Y/N has been keeping you as this big secret for the last year, and itâs so nice to see that youâre actually real. Youâre here!â She sounded so excited for you that your heart almost broke under the weight of your guilt, knowing that youâd have to come clean at some point after the wedding. As it was, you were already going to have to try really hard to avoid the photographer and videographer throughout the night so you didnât have to be constantly reminded of your idiocy whenever your mother got the photo albums out,
âSorry, the two of you are probably exhausted after that flight, right? Go and get yourself unpacked. The rehearsal dinner is at 8 p.m. so weâll catch up then, sweetheart.â She left in a whirlwind, having deposited you next to the elevators, and left you with no other option but to do exactly as she said, making your way to your space for the weekend.
âXâ
The following few hours had been a little awkward, to say the least. Youâd awkwardly pulled away from one another in the elevator up to the room, apologizing for invading each other's personal space. The room was a decent size, but still small enough that youâd be constantly tripping up over one another the entire weekend if you werenât careful.
Reid carefully unpacked his tuxedo when you got into the room, and then quietly informed you that heâd need a shower. Youâd unpacked your own things while he did, trying not to listen to the water flowing over his body in the next room. His earlier touch had ignited something in you, and your heart was beating at his every gesture now, something that you were sure it hadnât done before.
What was it about weddings that made you so open to even the possibility of romance that even someone so off-limits could become the object of your affection?
So you tried not to listen, not to wonder why it was taking the man so long to just take a shower, not to let your mind wander to a place where it was perfectly acceptable to wonder what he looked like in that shower, and you unpacked and organized your things.
âHey, Y/N, Iâm really sorry but I forgot to bring my clothes with me,â he called awkwardly through the door a few minutes after you heard the water turn off, and you turned to the bathroom, not expecting the sight before you.
Youâd assumed from the quiet volume of his voice that he was calling from within the bathroom itself, but instead, he stood awkwardly in front of you, a towel wrapped around his waist and torso, held together desperately in one hand.
âOh shit, sorry, Iâll just turn around, I guess,â you stumbled over the words, dragging your eyes back up to his face as you did so, whipping yourself around to stare ahead of you.
âNo, no, itâs my fault. I was so hasty I forgot my outfit for tonight. Itâs okay.â You heard him fumble for his clothes and return to the bathroom quickly with another mumbled apology, finally allowing you to let out a deep, almost dreamy sigh, startling yourself. Mentally chastising yourself once again, you finished your organizing and let yourself fall onto the bed in the middle of the room sleepily while you waited for him to come out again.
You must have dozed off a little because you woke with a jolt when you felt a soft touch on your arm. There he was above you, a soft and concerned look on his face as he woke you up as kindly as he could.
âY/N, itâs 7 p.m. We need to get ready for the rehearsal.â He whispered as if he werenât too bothered if you didnât want to go down at all, content to let you sleep. But you forced yourself upright anyways, and nodded at his words, swiftly moving yourself towards the bathroom he had since departed.
âThanks for waking me, Spence,â You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, gathering your towels and change of clothes before turning back to him. In the four hours youâd apparently been dead to the world, heâd managed to dry his hair, change his clothes, and, from the looks of the book on the bedside table, read through an entire book twice.
He noticed you looking and cleared his throat. âSorry, you looked so tired I didnât want to wake you, so I just sat here and read while you got some sleep.â
âItâs okay, Spence. I guess I was pretty tired. Iâm gonna goâŚâ you gestured towards the shower and stepped towards it with an awkward smile, not letting him answer before you had closed the door between you and taken a deep breath, setting thoughts of him aside for the night before you focused on getting yourself ready to face your lies.
An hour later, you were making your way back down to the lobby, having received a text from your brother that that was where everyone was gathering before making their way to the dining room. Spencer offered you his arm in the elevator on the way down.
âHere, grab my arm.â He said softly down to you, a sweet smile playing on his lips.
âOh yeah that makes sense,â you said distractedly, looping your own through his and leaning into him.
âItâll also stop you from picking your nails,â he joked.
âI donât pick my nails!â
âYou so do. You do it when youâre nervous and when you lie about something. Last month on that case in Chicago when that officer asked for your number, you told him you had a boyfriend and started picking your nails,â he laughed down at you, enjoying your pouting face a bit too much as he profiled you.
âYouâre one to talk. The last time a woman asked you out, you started rambling about the linguistic history of the phrase âgo out,â in the romantic sense. She stood there for five minutes before she gave up.â
âWait, when did that happen? I donât remember any woman trying to ask me out.â
âThen youâre even denser than I realized, Doctor Reid, because they do it constantly.â Your back and forth ended there, though, as the elevator doors finally opened into the lobby. You smoothed out your dress and tried your best to act natural as the two of you made your entrance.
âY/N! Over here,â you heard your brother and saw him wave at you from the other side of the room, his fiancee next to him receiving guests.
âItâs been so long since I saw my kid sister. Get over here,â he smiled at you, beckoning you over, and you released your hold on Reid to give your brother a warm hug.
âNow who is this kid sister youâre talking about because last I checked youâre only 18 months older than me.â
â18 months, 18 years, all that matters is that I am, in fact, the older one,â he released you from the bear hug and glanced up to Reid, standing awkwardly watching the scene waiting for an invitation to the conversation. âHoly shit, youâre real.â
âHey! Be nice. This is Spencer, heâs my⌠heâs my boyfriend, we work together.â You felt your cheeks flame as you introduced the two of them, your brother looking at Spencer through knitted eyebrows, taking on a faux protective stance.
âSpencer, hey. Mom mentioned you were here earlier, but I didnât think youâd be so gangly⌠Itâs my wedding, and Iâve been told I have to keep all threats to a minimum, but if I see you getting all handsy with my sister, just know that I have a blackbelt in jiu-jitsu.â
âNo, you donât. You have a yellow belt in karate at most, and you got that at age 10.â You laughed at the man.
âAnd whose fault is that?â
âOh my god, itâs been almost 20 years, I already apologized!â
âApologised for what?â Spencer finally managed to butt in, watching your sibling bickering as if it were a tennis match.
âThis little rodent,â your brother said, scruffing up your hair as he spoke, âbroke my wrist when she was 8 and I was 10.â
âIt was self-defense! You were trying to use your karate moves on me and I panicked!â
âAnd now, youâre a hot-shot FBI Agent and you get to break bad guys wrists all the time.â He finished for you and you laughed, suddenly glad to be back around family.
âSo, Spencer, youâre an FBI Agent, too? I thought my mom mentioned something about you being a Doctor earlier.â
âI am. A Doctor. And an FBI Agent, uh, theyâre PhDâs not medical degrees, though. Three of them, Math, Chemistry and Engineering. I also have Bachelor's Degrees in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology.â He answered, and you looked up at him proudly, taking his hand as you noticed him growing slightly uncomfortable with the attention from your brother.
âWow,â was all your brother said, until he finished the statement with âAll those degrees and my sister was the best you could do, huh?â You punched him in the arm after that, and you felt Spencer physically relax a bit, twinning your fingers with his as you chastised your brother.
âAnyway, thanks for taking the time to come to our, hopefully, lovely wedding, the reception will be starting soon. The dining hall is just through there.â You hugged your brother again, and, with a breath of relief, led Spencer down the hall to the dining hall.
âThat went well, I think?â you whispered to him, conspiratorially.
âYour family is nice,â he replied. âDoes he always act like that, or is it the wedding spirit possessing him somehow?â
âIf youâre referring to my brother, I think heâs probably partaken in a few flutes of champagne already this evening. But yes, heâs always like that. They all like to treat me like a baby when they see me.â
âI think itâs nice. They care about you a lot,â his words were warm, but his eyes were sad, and you remembered what youâd been told of Spencerâs own childhood and felt your heart ache for him. His mom loved him a lot, but Spencer had needed to grow up much too fast. You squeezed his hand, still clasped in yours and before you knew it you were pushing onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
âThank you, Spencer. For being here,â you said as his now flushed face met yours. You didnât let him respond though, simply pushing forward into the dining hall, ready to live in the fantasy of your own making for the evening.
âXâ
âSpencer, you were amazing!â You giggled, walking down the hall to your room, stumbling slightly in your excitement and haste.
âThose magic tricks? The little babies couldnât get enough of you,â you spun around, wrapping your arms around the manâs neck and pulling him in close to you, letting him hold you against the door to your room. He laughed a little at your antics as he pulled out the key card.
âY/N, are you drunk?â he asked, one hand firmly planted on your waist to steady you now.
âNo! Iâm just happy. And if that happiness was caused by an array of cocktails forced into my hands by distant aunts and cousins who all wanted to know about my absolute catch of a boyfriend, then that is simply secondary to the feeling itself. And furthermore-â He pushed the door behind you in on itself, and your words were cut off by your legs giving out beneath you.
You were so sure you were about to take a tumble to the floor that you shut your eyes tight and braced for an impact that didnât come. Opening them again slowly, you saw Spencer closer than before, his face mere inches from your own as he held you in an improvised dip, having caught you just before youâd hit the ground.
âSorry. I⌠Shit, maybe I am drunk,â you breathed out, not letting your eyes drift from his own, knowing that if you ever considered a glance down at his lips at that moment, you wouldnât be able to stop yourself from closing the measly distance separating you.
âYou should use the bathroom first,â he told you, but without making any move of his own, stuck in that pose with you as if he was content to stay there for as long as he could hold you. âYou should take your make-up off. We have a long day tomorrow, right?â
You were the first one to move, letting your feet find a more solid footing beneath you and twisting up from his grip. His hands didnât leave your body as you became more upright though, still keeping you in that close embrace.
âYeah, I should⌠I should go wash up.â You said, and he nodded, still looking at you with the same intensity as before.
âSpencer, that means you need to move,â you whispered quietly, and he jumped back as soon as the words were out of your mouth.
âSorry. Iâll just⌠Iâll just be over there,â he held his hands up in surrender before moving further into the room, leaving you next to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom and were ready to sleep once again. Thankfully, you of earlier that day had managed to store your pajamas in the bathroom ready for their use. Upon exiting the bathroom, you saw that Spencer was getting ready to sleep too, slacks and a shirt having been replaced by a pair of flannel pants and a very old and beaten-up CalTech sweater, looking perplexedly down at the bed.
âSpence, whatâs wrong?â
âWe didnât speak any further about the sleeping arrangementsâŚâ he mumbled and you looked at the bed in front of you, still confused at his meaning. âY/N, we have to share the bed.â
âOh.â You knew you probably sounded dumb, but after the amount of alcohol thrust upon you that night, that was all you could muster at this point.
âI can sleep on the floor if that makes you feel more comfortable. Itâs probably no worse than some of the motel beds weâve stayed on before,â he offered, but you instantly shook your head.
âNo, I dragged you out here, Iâm not making you sleep on the floor as well,â you sighed and made your way to the side of the bed youâd slept on earlier, beginning to pull the covers down so you could get in.
âWhat are you doing?â Spencer asked, perplexed by your somehow contrasting words and actions.
âIâm getting ready for bed. Itâs late.â You replied, not looking up at him again, for fear that heâd spot the blush on your face. âYou should too,â you continued, patting the other side of the bed, gesturing for him to get in, too.
âOh.â It was his turn to stand there shell-shocked in the moment, and you almost let out a giggle but held back thinking that would be too much for him to take in at that moment.
âCome on, Spence, Iâm tired, Iâm sure youâre tired. Weâre just sharing a bed, itâs not like you have to marry me after this.â You climbed fully into the bed, making sure that your nightgown covered you decently before pulling the covers up around you. Spencer mumbled something that you didnât catch, but he acquiesced and climbed in after you. You turned your head over on the pillow to face him, turning onto your side as you watched him turn his head to you as well.
âWhat?â he smiled, noticing your stare.
âNothing. Good night, Spence,â you smiled, finally letting your eyes drop closed.
âGood night, Y/N.â He whispered, and the sound of his voice carried you off to sleep.
âXâ
You werenât sure if it was the light streaming in through the window or the rise and fall of a chest that wasnât your own was the first thing to wake you in the morning, but nonetheless, you woke from the comfortable warmth of sleep and found yourself wrapped around your fake boyfriend.
To be fair to yourself, he was also wrapped around you. Your head had gravitated from your pillow to his chest, his left arm wrapped up and around your back. Your leg had also risen in the night, pulled up over his waist, held in place by his other arm, which was, almost embarrassingly, cradling your ass, pulling you in closer to his core. Unsure about how to go about disentangling yourself, you resigned yourself to just waking the man up.
âSpencer⌠Spencer,â you whispered, letting the hand that had fallen onto his chest tap him slightly. He stirred a little and then cracked an eye open, looking confused with the situation.
âY/N, is it time for the wedding?â He asked through half-lidded eyes, evidently wanting nothing more than to fall back into whatever dreams he was having. You shifted uncomfortably in his arms then, suddenly growing stiff in the position youâd probably held for hours, and found your nightgown had risen dangerously high on your body, his hand on your near bare ass.
âNo, no, itâs justâŚâ You rolled your hips against his in discomfort, and the movement had his eyes breaking open as he finally took in your positions.
âShit, IâmâŚ.Sorry, I donât know what happened, I mustâve grabbed you when we were sleeping,â he said, reluctantly slipping his hands away from your body, trailing his hand around your leg, and letting it fall onto his stomach. The movement sent a shiver up your spine, as you finally had enough room to lift your torso up, not quite ready to relinquish the proximity of your entire body yet.
âItâs okay, I think it was probably me who started it in the first place. Those pillows werenât that comfortableâŚâ you tried to explain, the hand on his chest rubbing slow circles into his skin before you could realize what you were doing.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position then as well, clumsily. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, you had no choice but to move with him, suddenly finding yourself straddling him, the bedsheets suddenly pressed away from your body. If he looked down, heâd see a lot more than you planned for him to see, your panties on clear display as your nightgown twisted itself up into the sheets.
âShit sorry,â he moaned out again, as you steadied yourself with hands on his shoulders.
âNo, itâs okay, I didnât move quick enough.â You quickly pulled your dress down again, and extracted yourself from the bed, lifting your leg up and off of him and finally pushing off the bed, leaving him sat there.
His hands fell into his lap and you started gathering things around the room, readying yourself for the busy day ahead.
âI have to be in the bridal suite at 11, so we have about⌠two hours to kill before then. Do you want to grab a shower first, or should I?â
âYou first,â he mumbled quickly, before clearing his throat and trying again. âYou should go first. You probably have more to do today, right?â You nodded at his words and made your way to the bathroom again. Out of the corner of your eye though, as you let the door close behind you, you watched his hands come up to cradle his flushed face, as he let his head fall back again into the pillow.
âXâ
The morning was so busy after that, you barely had any chance to talk to Spencer again. You spent the early afternoon in the bridal suite with the wedding party, welcoming your new sister to the family, then made your way to the aisle space set up outside, checking up on last-minute details and helping to flower girls into position. You werenât walking down the aisle yourself, but you could see that the extra help was letting the very stressed-out Maid of Honour get some well-needed respite. And more importantly, it stopped your wandering thoughts from letting you fantasize about Spencer.
Youâd woken up in bed next to people before, of course, but it had never felt so comfortable. In fact, other people youâd slept with said you were pretty distant in your sleep, choosing to move as far away from physical touch as you could get, but you knew with no doubt that you had been the one to move in first, to touch him first. That heâd pulled you even closer had your heart singing, and you wanted to be wrapped up in him all over again, suddenly desperate to seek him out. So you distracted yourself, not wanting to make any mistakes you would regret when you were no longer wrapped up in your own fantasy.
So you kept your distance as the ceremony started. Then the wedding march was playing, and you were holding back tears as his hand slipped into yours, your head falling onto his shoulder as you watched your brother marry the love of his life.
You kept your distance as you reached the reception hall, watching all the old ladies on both sides fawn over him, asking him questions, and watching from his side as he blushed at the attention. You swept the hair out of his eyes as the couple was announced, and you took your seat for the wedding meal and the speeches, his hand falling to your back to guide you to your chair, pulling it out for you like a true gentleman.
You kept your distance as your new sister tossed the bouquet, and despite your low effort and the ravenous looks of the bridesmaids, it fell neatly into your hands as if it belonged there. You ran excitedly over to him to show him and he lifted you into a hug, caught up in your own excitement.
You kept your distance until you realized youâd not kept your distance at all, physically unable to keep yourself away from the man who had somehow stolen your heart in the middle of the night.
âI know that look,â your brother said, somehow sneaking up on you later into the night as you watched Spencer perform even more of his magic tricks for the smaller guests.
âWhat look?â you asked, not for one second letting your eyes drift from Spencer.
âYouâre in love with him,â he said, taking a swig of the drink in his hand.
âHeâs my boyfriend,â you said reflexively, turning to the drinks table behind you and picking up one for yourself.
âNo, he isnât. Or at least he wasnât before this weekend,â your brother said, as your eyes finally snapped up to him.
âOh, donât act all surprised, Miss FBI Profiler. You may be good, but Iâll always be your older brother, and contrary to popular opinion, I do in fact pay attention to things.â You sighed and leaned back against the table.
âHowâd you figure it out?â
âYou were picking your nails the entire way through the reception dinner when the aunties were asking you about your relationship. You did that when we were younger too, when you tried lying to Mom and Dad about how I broke my wrist. Doesnât take two PhDâs to figure that out.â
âThree.â
âThree what?â
âThree PhDs. He has three of them.â You sighed dreamily and ran a stressed hand through your head.
âHeâs just my coworker. I didnât want to disappoint Mom by coming alone after telling her all those stories, but nowâŚâ You tried to explain yourself but words were escaping you in that moment.
âYou should tell him, trust me. He definitely feels the same.â
âHow are you so confident about that? How did you manage to end up with all of the confidence between the two of us, when I can barely work up the courage to tell my own mother Iâm still single?â
âY/N, look at me. You got the brains, I had to have something. And no man flies to the opposite side of the country on a few day's notice for a girl who is just a friend, okay? Thatâs more logic than confidence, and thatâs supposed to be your strong suit.â
You considered his words for a second, turning back to look at Spencer. Evidently, heâd finished his magic show and was beginning to say goodbye to the children, but he felt your eyes on him somehow and met your gaze. He brought his hand up into a shy wave before a little girl grabbed his attention again, and he looked at her seriously, nodding along to each word she was saying.
âFuck, what do I do, Iâm not good with⌠any of this.â You turned back to your brother, but heâd left you there, stranded in your own thoughts as you let yourself hope, let your brain dream that one day this would be your wedding and the man by your side would be Spencer Reid.
âLadies and gentlemen, the bride and groom request the presence of all the couples on the dancefloor for this next song.â You saw your brother again, next to his wife, whispering his explanations in his ear as she turned to look at you and winked as well. God, they were going to be a force to be reckoned with together now, you thought, as people started pushing past you to make their way to the dancefloor.
You recognized the song of course, and it was almost so on the nose you almost rolled your eyes. More Than Words by Extreme. Perfect.
âY/N, may I have this dance?â He had somehow snuck up on you from behind as you watched your brother, and held his hand out to you. You put your drink down and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor.
âI didnât think you danced, Dr. Reid,â you teased him as he pulled you in, letting his hands rest on your waist, as yours came up around his neck, gently letting him sway you side to side in time with the music.
âI donât really, but it seemed wrong not to,â he smiled. âIâm at a wedding, with the most beautiful girl on my arm, and the couple made it very clear that we should be dancing, so here I am.â You blushed at his words as he spoke. He removed his hands from your waist, instead grasping one of yours in his own as he pulled you closer.
You stared up at him with a soft smile for a few more seconds before letting your head fall back to his chest.
âI know Iâve said it a lot this weekend, but thank you, Spencer.â You said into his shirt, letting him hold you close as the song went on.
âYou donât have to thank me, Y/N.â He insisted, and you looked up at him again. âActually⌠I didnât exactly agree to this with the best of intentions.â
Your heart lept to your throat as you stared up at him, hoping that he would take your silence as a means to continue.
âIâve been⌠I thought that maybeâŚâ he struggled to get the words out, his face aflame with the effort.
âYou promised me those coffees right?â He finally stuttered out, and you were left confused and a little disappointed.
âYeah, Spence, itâs okay, Iâll get you those coffees for the month, just like we promised.â You couldnât help the sad smile that played on your lips as you answered him, so sure that he was about to say something else.
âNo, I mean⌠Y/N I donât want the coffee. I want this. I want us to go home, and make everything that you made up come true. I want to take you on a date to that coffee shop. I want to be a boyfriend you can call and tell your mom about because itâs serious and itâs going to work out between us. I even⌠God, I even spent the morning looking up book fairs in New York City so I could make that come true as well,â he rambled the words out and you could feel the tears forming in your eyes.
âSpencer,â you said softly, trying to get him to focus on you, but heâd started speaking and he wasnât going to be stopped so easily.
âAnd if any of that creeps you out, just say the word and Iâll never mention it again. Because I know Iâm not good with this, and when I feel something, I tend to feel it overwhelmingly, and Derek tells me I can be really oblivious sometimes, which I donât really get, but-â
âSpencer,â you put a bit more force into your words this time, punctuating them with a hand on his face.
âSpencer, kiss me.â And he does. He takes your head in both of his hands, and he draws you up to him perfectly, letting your hands fall to the lapels of his suit jacket as he steals your breath away one more time. The kiss is lingering, but short, and he hesitantly backs away, looking around to spot witnesses. But you donât care and you pull him back down for another, and another, until youâre just two lovers on the dance floor that cannot get enough of each other, gasping for breath between chaste kisses as you let him hold you there, gently swaying.
âSpencer,â you whisper finally, forehead resting on his, as the song finally draws to a close.
âYes?â
âSpencer, take me to bed.â You tell him, and he nods. He leads you over to the bride and groom where you offer each of them a hug and a happy future before making your excuses and running away with Spencer back into the hotel like two love-drunk teenagers, a mess of giggles and stolen kisses as you stumble up to your room for the second time that weekend.
But this time, you donât hesitate, donât pull away. He backs you into the door and you let him hold you there, his mouth on yours, your tongues entwined as he fumbles for his key card. You fall together into the room, laughing and smiling the entire way, not letting him escape your touch.
âMay I?â He asks, playing with the zipper of your dress as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, anywhere you can reach, nodding and moaning your consent. The moment the zip is pulled down, he lets you go for a second, and the dress falls straight to the floor. You're practically bare in front of him, chest exposed, neck littered with the beginning of love bites that heâs about to absolutely build upon.
âYouâre beautiful.â He says, softly, wrapping his arms around you again, lifting you up so your legs can wrap around him as he delivers one more soul-crushing kiss to your lips. Your brain is a mess of emotions, your only solid thought is that you will never let him go again. You both eagerly worked on unbuttoning his shirt together, a desperate mess of breaths as he finally laid you on the bed. His hand fell to your core, tracing a finger over your sensitive nub as you begged him for more, needing to feel all of him, to devour his very existence.
He pulled himself out of his remaining clothes, lips still attached to yours, climbing over you and holding you tenderly, his arms wrapping around your body as his legs came to settle between your own. Dropping his forehead to yours, he finally spoke again, his hand dropping between the two of you to line himself up.
âIs this⌠are you sure?â You heard the restraint in his voice, the desperation, the love, the overwhelming lust as he held himself back, needing to hear your consent.
âSpencer, I love you,â you whispered, and he finally pushed himself into you, joining the two of you together in a moment of bliss. You shared another sweet kiss, letting him swallow each and every one of your moans as he began thrusting into you, your hips rising to meet him in your delirious pleasure.
He whispered sweet nothings in your ears, brushing the hair off your face every now and again to tell you how beautiful you looked, and how well you were doing.
âYouâre so perfect, Y/N, youâre doing so good for me,â he pressed kisses against your neck with each word, keeping his pace steady as you chased your inevitable high, already clenching around his thick cock.
âSpencer, I love you,â you let the words drop from your tongue like a prayer, repeating them over and over with each thrust as small tears welled up out of your eyes. He kissed them away from your cheeks, listening to each confession as your stomach tightened and your climax spilled over you. He grabbed your waist then, leaving one hand cupping and stroking your cheek as his own thrusts grew sloppy, finally spending himself fully inside you.
âI love you, too,â he whispered into you then, unwilling to let you go for even one second. You spent the rest of the night whispering the words back and forth to one another, waiting with bated breath for the fantasy to break, for the magic of the wedding to wear off.
It never did.
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i think it's interesting that edwin attracts lonely people.
-the cat king has seemingly never had a real substantial relationship. he lives his lives playing tricks and games, not actual connections
-monty literally only ever spoken to one (1) other person, and that's his fucked up mother familiar mommy situationship that he needs, like, so much therapy to unpack
-simon, maybe the only other gay kid in this boarding school, completely isolated from his peers by virtue of his identity and society and shame
-niko, who has been hiding in her room, avoiding other people for months out of grief and something larger (the inherent unavoidable devastation of growing up alone)
-and, of course, charles. charles, who died alone. charles, one of the only non white kids at that boarding school. charles, who's dad didn't love him and who's mom didn't say anything. charles, who flirts with every girl he meets. charles, who would follow him to the end of the earth but won't ever talk about his feelings because he's brills, mate, aces. charles, who spent his entire life alone and now won't spend a minute of his afterlife alone
i dunno. i think it's interesting. edwin, who we know is lonely, attracts other lonely people.
and, not to overstep my bounds as a silly little person on tumblr, but i think it's interesting that the show has attracted a lot of lonely people, too. and i think there's a lot of reasons for that. the target demographic is teenagers & young adults, a notoriously lonely group. the show features a lot of minority characters, which will attract minority audience members, and often people who are a part of a minority feel lonely and different from the people around them. the show is about friendship and found family, and i think that attracts a lot of lonely people. shit, i'm lonely, and i was drawn to this show. yes, for the incredible music and acting and cinematography, but also because the themes are so fundamentally resonant and raw.
and THAT is why dead boy detectives is an important show. because it is a show for the lonely and the grieving and the lost. AND it is a show for the hopeful and the learning and the coping. it is a show for people who have their shit together, and people with no shit together, and people who don't even know their shit is spilt all over the floor. this show MATTERS because it speaks to the fundamental devastation in human existence AND it finds the beauty to celebrate. it says, yes, loss is horrible and life altering, and you will be okay. yes this will be awful but you will carry on. and that is SO important. do you understand how important that is?? because everyone, everyone goes through loss and change and hardships. everyone. it is a show for lonely people! and we're all fucking lonely, aren't we? isn't part of the human condition just being lonely??
dead boy detectives is a show for people wronged by men. it is a show for people coated in grief. for people who are dealing with their sexuality late in life. for people with fucked up parental relationships. for people who date as a distraction. for people who are doing great and just like a silly little ghost show! for people not doing great but trying their best anyway. most of all, it is a show for lonely people.
just. FUCK! this show MATTERS! this show MEANS SOMETHING to SO many people!! including me!!! it matters to ME!!!! and i will continue yapping about it, even if it's just into the void!!!!!!!!!!!!
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