#i already told my mom about them last week and she looked at me so uninterested đđ
Maybe Someday blurb
Reader is ready to adopt a cat.
a/n: I had this scene written but couldn't quite find the right place to fit it in the actual story so I kept it. It takes place some time after the almost kiss <333 not my best writing but I had to share it bc to me reader is a cat mom. This oneâs for Lumi bc CATS! @egdropsoop <33333
Things between you two had gone back to normal⌠sort of.Â
Spencer had accepted his fate of being just your friend, and he was okay with it. He was there to help you paint your apartment, buy your first couch and TV, and now was about to be there as you adopted a kitten.
He was being a good friend. Your best friend, as youâd already called him multiple times.Â
âI think I want a senior cat,â you commented as you two made your way through the shelter.Â
Itâd been three weeks since you movedâthree weeks since the almost-kissâand you were ready to start your own family.
âThey say two cats are better than one,â Spencer stated. âCats are prone to depression so with two cats, they keep each other company and play with each other while youâre gone. Theyâre prone to be couch potatoes, too, so playtime also means exercise.â
âThatâs not helping,â you sort of whined. âThere are so many. I wish I could take them all.â
You strolled over the shelter from start to end at least five times, and stopped at every single cage looking for some sort of connection with one of the sweet creatures.
âI think I might need two.â You looked at him, biting your bottom lip in a deep struggle.
âTwo is better than one.â One of the girls in charge of the place approached you two.
âTold you,â Spencer grimaced.Â
âThereâs a mom with her kitten that are waiting to be adopted together,â she added.
âYeah, I saw them.â You followed the girl who guided you to them.
Spencer was right behind. He figured it was a private moment for you, but you looked over your shoulder and gestured to him to follow you.
âAre they both girls?â You asked, getting closer to the cage to peep inside.
Spencer stood next to you and peeked inside too. They were long-haired calico cats, the kitten was an exact copy of the mom.Â
âLorelai and Rory.â The girl nodded.
You laughed. âLike Gilmore Girls?âÂ
âYou can change their names if you want,â the girl laughed along.
âNo. Itâs perfect.â You then looked at Spencer. âTheyâre perfect.âÂ
You were perfect, he thought right then. You were perfect like this; this far away. He pushed you away once by letting his feelings show up and he couldnât risk losing you againânot because of his feelings.Â
Besides, couples didnât last forever. His mom and dad were the first ones to show him that. Then it was Gideon who showed him he could put your life at risk by loving you out loud. Then Hotch showed him he couldnât have the job he had and have a family.Â
Heâd rather be just a friend, as long as you were around forever.
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the knowing || part two || matt sturniolo
SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. werewolf matt! werewolf matt! tw: uh breeding kink, yall are both switches, slight cringe wolfy talk but youâre self aware lmao, mattâs a virgin but itâs for the plotđ
part one
âDo you remember last summer? When Nick and I disappeared for a camping trip?â
You laid flat across Mattâs bed, your head resting on his thigh. His fingers were gently stroking your hair as he inhaled his cigarette. âOf course, I suffered for two weeks with Chris begging me to make him food everyday,â You replied. It had been two weeks since Halloween, your life taking a 180 as you became accustomed to the triplets secret. You felt like you had been questioning them for weeks. Slowly but surely everything was piecing together. The craving for meat, large appetite, etc. Mostly the well toned muscles Matt seemed to always have without doing anything.
âWell, truth is we had to go into hiding a bit because of our heat cycle,â Matt said. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tips of his fingers stroked the strands of your hair, brushing them away from your face. âHeat cycle?â You asked. Matt could feel his face flushing pink as he exhaled his cigarette. âYeah we only get one mate our entire lives, so when we go into heat we have to hide so we donât hump the first person we see,â He chuckled. You laughed along with him, sitting up fully.
You pushed your hair back, sitting beside him. âIs this your way of telling me youâre a virgin?â You teased. Mattâs face flushed a deeper pink, the dim moonlight illuminating his flusteredness. Your eyes widened as you gasped, âHoly shit youâre still a virgin?!â
Mattâs eyes widened in panic. âCan you keep your voice down? Iâm the only one left who hasnât found a mate you know,â He whisper yelled. You giggled as he inhaled more of his cigarette. âMating is the least of your worries when youâre addicted to cancer sticks,â You say. Matt rolled his eyes, your gaze falling to the hazy smoke as it exhaled through his nostrils. âItâs the only thing that gets us buzzed. Weed doesnât work you know,â He argued. You arched an eyebrow. âHow exactly does that work?â You questioned.
Matt shrugged, kashing out his cigarette on the ashtray on the windowsill. âYour guess is as good as mine. This gene was our grandparents, who have already passed away. Our parents know nothing about any of this stuff,â He told you. A playful smile danced across his lips. âYou shouldâve seen moms face the first time Nick howled in the house, she thought we had lost it,â He chuckled. You found yourself giggling along with him, before resting your head on his shoulder. âWerewolves and vampires⌠who wouldâve thought,â You whispered.
Matt rested his head on top of yours, his hand shuffling to your knee. âAnd goblins and ghouls oh my,â He murmured, causing you to smile. He switched his hand around, his palm upwards. You flashed him a small grin as you laced your fingers with his. Being with Matt felt right, your best friend who had always been your rock. âIs it weird? Being a virgin because of a wolfy mating thing?â You asked curiously. You werenât a sex master yourself, but you always thought Matt would be. He definitely could sleep around if he wanted to, his handsome looks could make any girl drop their panties.
âNot really. Iâve talked about it with Nate and Nick to compare notes and it just feels natural, you know? To wait for the one,â Matt answered. He rubbed his thumb over your hand, the mere warmth from the pad of his thumb radiating off of him. There was a brief moment of silence, before you found yourself asking another question.
âMatt?â
âHmm?â
âHow do you know youâve found your uhh, mate?â
Mattâs next words slipped out with ease:
âThats easy, because iâve already found them.â
You picked your head up off of his shoulder, shooting him a confused look. You raised an eyebrow, sliding your hand out of his. âHoly shit?! Does she know? Does your wolfy thing obligate you to pick a human or shifter or what?â You asked. Matt chuckled knowingly, like everything in the world was clear to him. âNo she doesnât know, iâm not obligated to pick any certain species either,â He answered. You shifted your legs, sitting criss cross in front of him.
âWho is she?â
âYou.â
A million questions ran through your head, many questioning how this whole mating thing even worked. Sure, the three of you hadnât talked about what had happened in the woods. The part that kept you up late at night, your fingers buried in between your folds. But what was the likelihood of Matt sharing you, if thatâs what you even wanted?
âYou never told me?â You scoffed. Matt chuckled. You couldnât help but notice how well the moonlight highlighted his chiseled features. âYou found out I was a shifter less than a month ago. Iâm not going to compile my weird mating thing on you that quick,â He told you. Maybe he was onto something. If he had mentioned that in the woods you mightâve passed out then and there. âI realized when we were fourteen and you asked to borrow my homework. Our hands touched when we exchanged the papers and well, iâve been smitten ever since,â He confessed.
You couldnât even remember what he was referring to. It seemed so minuscule to you, yet it was ingrained in Mattâs head like the back of his hand. You thought about all of the years you had spent with Matt. Spending late nights binge watching series and driving around in the car. He was your rock, one you could always count on. When you thought about it too much you could feel your heart skip a beat. âThis isnât too much to take in right? I know the concept is all weird and shit but-â He began rambling.
In a swift motion you climbed into his lap, straddling him. You cupped his face in your hands, bringing your lips to his. Mattâs hands found your waist with ease, his cool rings sending goosebumps across your skin. You rolled your hips onto his, a low groan escaping his throat. You pulled away from his lips briefly, his face flushed pink. âI have a question for you,â You panted. Mattâs eyes met yours, his pupils blown with an undeniable lust. He swallowed before asking, âWhat is it?â
âIf we fuck, does that mean iâm into furries?â
You giggled at your own joke, Matt quickly throwing you on the bed. âOh you think youâre funny huh?â He asked. You laughed as he crawled on top of you. âIâm hilarious actually,â You replied. Matt smirked as he grabbed both of your wrist, pinning them by your head. âYeah? Laugh at this then,â He grumbled. He brought his lips to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh as his hips rolled against yours. You let out a soft groan, your core beginning to throb. You could feel his shaft through his basketball shorts, your thin pajama shorts allowing you to feel how hard he was for you.
His teeth gently nipped at your neck, a shudder running down your spine from the sensation. âMatt,â You groaned, your eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back. He released your neck with a pop, eyeing you hungrily. âYou have no idea how long iâve waited for this,â Matt murmured, before bringing himself to your chest. He shoved your shirt up, bringing himself to one of your breast. His hot tongue swirled around your right nipple, the brunette smirking as he teasingly grazed the sensitive bud with his teeth. âS-shit Matty,â You moaned, your hands quick to find his hair.
He kissed down your stomach, stopping at the band of your shorts. âMay I?â He asked softly. You grinned as you looked down at him. âYou donât even have to ask,â You answered, lifting up your hips to help him undress you. Once you were ready Matt spread open your thighs, admiring your cunt. âSuch a pretty pussy, and itâs all mine,â He muttered to himself, dragging a finger up and down your slit teasingly. You swallowed as he admired you from below. âHey love?â He called. You mustered the courage to look down, licking your lips.
âYeah?â
âI want you to get yourself off on my tongue. Use me the way you need,â Matt encouraged. You furrowed your eyebrows, the brunette below you flattening out his tongue. He brought it to your cunt, his head remaining in place. Shyly you bucked your hips, grinding against his tongue. âThere we go, so good for me,â Matt purred, grinning as you whined at the loss of friction. He brought two fingers to your soaked entrance, pushing them inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as he curled them, his fingertips brushing against your g spot. You continued to do as he asked, your hips seemingly moving on their own as you grinded your clit over his tongue.
Matt couldnât help but find you hopelessly attractive, your desperation to get off making him grind against the mattress for his own friction. Your fingers tugged at his hair, your soft moans filling the otherwise silent room. You swallowed hard as you felt a familiar cord inside of you tighten. âMatty iâm gonna cum,â You warned. You felt shy about your upcoming orgasm, worried about the sounds you may make or the facial expression youâd have. You felt the urge to pull away, Mattâs other arm pinning down your waist. It was as if he could read your thoughts, his fingers curling inside of you faster.
âF-fuck Matt!â You moaned, your head tilting back as you came on his tongue. The brunette reacted immediately, lapping at your cunt like a starved creature. You whined at the overstimulation, gently pushing Mattâs head away. He grinned as he crawled on top of you, your juice coating his chin. âH-howâd you do that?â You panted. You were still dazed, Mattâs lips passionately meeting yours. You could taste your own juices, along with the faintest taste of mint. He pulled away, giving you a moment to breathe. âI can sense emotions. Youâre super cute when youâre about to cum. You get all shy,â Matt teased.
You playfully shoved his shoulders, flipping both of you over. He allowed you to take control, shoving his shirt over his head. You admired his well defined chest that he hid behind baggy clothes. You noticed scars line random portions of his chest, your eyebrows furrowing. âWhat are these?â You questioned. Matt put his hands behind his head, shrugging. âJust rough housing scars from when I was shifted. They transfer over,â He said softly. You lowered yourself down to his chest, gently placing your lips on them. You watched Mattâs eyes flutter shut, his cock now fully hard in his gray sweatpants.
You pawed at the fabric, yanking it and his boxers down to his ankles. His cock laid on his v line, precum staining the tip. Teasingly you started at the bottom of his shaft, licking up his cock from the bottom. âOh fuck-â Matt panted. His hand flew down to your hair, sitting on top of it. It was like he was nervous to pull at your hair. To hurt you. You licked the slit of his cock, a whimper escaping the boys lips. âY-y/n, please,â He pleaded. You smirked as you brought his tip to your mouth, sucking it slowly. Matt groaned in euphoria and frustration, his cock practically twitching in your mouth.
âPlease, please go faster my fucking- please.â
He begged so pretty.
You began to bob your head up and down on his cock, taking him all of the way to the base. Matt was in heaven, strings of curses and your name leaving his lips with ease. âYour mouth feels so good, my fuck- fuck,â Matt whined. Your slender fingers began to cup his balls, your tongue teasingly licking the underside of his shaft as you kept him in your mouth. âYou keep going like that and iâm gonna cum,â Matt warned. You giggled as you pulled yourself off of his cock. âWhat if thatâs what I want?â You teased. Matt chuckled in between his pants, forcing himself to sit up. He grabbed your chin, admiring the saliva coating your lips.
He smudged it with his thumb. âYou can have what you want, but I wonât be cumming that sweet mouth of yours,â He challenged. He guided you to lay on your back, his orbs meeting yours. He looked visibly nervous, settling in between your thighs. âYou sure about this Matty? We can stop,â You offered. You gave him a small smile, the brunette teasingly tapping his cock against your wet folds. âI have never wanted anything more in this life than to fuck you,â Matt huffed. He met your gaze, licking his lips. His chain hung loosely around his neck, the cross charm dangling.
âLet me make you mine, please,â He whimpered. His cock was sliding slowly up and down your drenched folds. Each thrust brushed against your sensitive clit, your body screaming for more. âIâm yours,â You whispered. Matt brought himself to your entrance, leaning forward on one hand to prop himself up. You noticed his veins popping out of his arms, his floppy hair sticking to his forehead. He slowly began to push himself inside of you, the boy above you a whimpering mess. You tilted your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls struggled to accommodate his size. Matt could feel your warm walls squeezing him.
Your cunt was everything he had dreamed of and more. âY/n?â He whispered. You made a coherent sound, Matt sinking into your cunt lower. âLook at me love,â He requested. You met his gaze, propping yourself up on your elbows. His cock sank fully into you, his tip brushing against your g spot. He stayed still, both of you studying the otherâs facial expressions. âYouâre so beautiful,â Matt praised. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, his cheeks radiating pure warmth.
He began slowly moving his hips, slowly pulling out of you. âYou feel so good,â You whined, throwing your head back. Matt leaned forward, his thrust picking up the pace. He began snapping his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot. âSuch a good girl, a pretty mate,â Matt moaned. He couldnât stop moving his hips even if he wanted to. Even if Chris had the balls to walk in on you both right now. He would fuck you in front of him. He was marking you as his. You belonged to him. And him alone.
You were a moaning mess, cherishing the sound of Mattâs whimpers from above. Mattâs mind was quickly becoming clouded with his primal urge, the one that demanded he cum inside of you. Why would he cum anywhere else? You were his mate after all. âFuck, iâm gonna cum inside of you,â He warned. Your walls fluttering around him made him smirk. âYeah? Want me to breed this tight cunt of yours? To make it mine forever?â Matt panted. He leaned forward and nibbled on your earlobe, your thighs trembling as he pounded into you.
âYou just wanna get pregnant donât you? Wanna walk around carrying my kids?â Matt rambled. His mind was becoming empty, the only thing he could process flooding your cunt with his cum. âMatt iâm so fucking close,â You cried. You grabbed onto his back, your nails digging into his skin. The brunette let out a deep growl from the back of his throat, the pain only bringing him closer to his orgasm. âGo on then, cum on my cock like the good little girl you are,â He ordered. He relished in the feeling of your nails sliding down his back. You whimpered as your vision went white, euphoria washing over you.
You were beginning to see spots in your vision, your eyes fluttering shut. Your orgasm was enough to trigger Mattâs a low groan escaping his lips as he came inside of you. It was satisfying to him, the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. He slowly slid out of you, collapsing beside you. You both were sticky, panting messes. He brought you to his chest lovingly, your head resting against him with ease. A loud knock made you jump, Mattâs ears already making him alert someone was standing outside of the door.
âWhat?â Matt called out, relatively annoyed.
âItâs great you found your mate and all but keep it down in there! Cant even watch the big bang theory in peace,â Chris grumbled, stomping down the hall. Your eyes slowly blinked open, looking up at Matt.
âWill he be alright?â
âFor sure. Not as good as me of course, considering iâm watching my cum leak out of your pussy.â
You giggled as you playfully shoved his shoulder.
âKeep this up and there wonât be a round two. Now be quiet.â
âYes maâam.â
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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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Beautiful Stranger
I've Never Recognized a Purer Face (1)
Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader
Summary: You've just moved to West View for collage with your parents and your neighbor has caught your attention.
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R masturbates
A/N: This is an old piece I reworked a bit so here you go until my brain can focus on the prompt requests!
June 14, 2023
You had recently moved to West View, New Jersey with your parents. You'd be starting college here in the Fall along with your dad starting a new job in a week.
The hot summer air made you sweat even in your tank top and shorts, your tattooed body being shown off almost completely. Trying to get everything inside as quickly as possible was proving to be ineffective as you took a moment to collapse under the tree in your front yard, finding solace in the shade. âGods it's too hot for this.â You grumbled out.
âCan I interest you in some lemonade?â You heard an unfamiliar, feminine voice ask from just above me as you opened your eyes. Your mouth drying up instantly at the sight of the beauty before you. Red hair flowing in waves over her shoulders, green eye like emeralds, her skin splashed with freckles not unlike your own face.
âH-hiâŚâ You somehow managed out.
âHi there I'm your neighbor, Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.â She pointed behind her at her house which looked identical to your house from the outside.
âI'm Y/NâŚY/N Y/L/N.â Luckily your mother came over to save me from your awkwardness.
âOh hello! I'm Y/M/N Y/L/N and my husband over there is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I see you've already met our Y/N/N.â You groaned, throwing yourself back down. âWe just moved in for our little Y/N/N to go to collage and my husband to start a new job.â Your mother gushed.
âMa please stop. I'm sure Wanda doesn't care about why we moved here.â
âOh, but sweetie I do. I love the nick name by the way. Y/N/N.â The way it rolled off her tongue and her accent? Fuck it sent a shiver through you like it was the middle of December.
âPlease just Y/N is fine.â You begged slightly not knowing if you could handle her using your name like that. âI'm going to go help dad. It was nice meeting you Wanda.â You told the older woman before leaving her with your mom for them to talk. Wanda was about your mom's age so probably twenty years older than me.
âMom!â
âMom!â You heard two different boys call at the same time as You came out of the moving van, the boys running up to Wanda. âWe're going to go play with the Barton kids is that okay?â One of them asked.
âOf course boys. Go on and be back before the streetlights come on.â Wanda gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. When she leaned back up her eyes met yours. You felt your face flush at the thought of a kiss from the older woman before retreating into the house. The central air cooling you down.
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July 2,2023
There was a knock at the front door causing you to pause your game on your switch, getting up from the couch. Upon opening the door you were met with Wanda.
âHi Y/N I know this is super last minute, but my babysitter canceled. Could you watch the boys?â Wanda asked desperately.
âOh yeah sure of course I can.â You grabbed your keys and phone, following Wanda, totally not staring at her ass the whole time.
âOkay so here is $40 for dinner. Get them whatever they want it'll probably be pizza which the menu is on the fridge for their favorite place. Bedtime is 8pm. Billy is a little sensitive so if he isn't enthusiastic it's not you I promise. Tommy will probably try to pester you, don't let him. Oh and if I'm not back early and you get tired you can sleep in my bed. I'll wake you when I get home. Thank you for this I really appreciate it. Boys! Y/N from next door will be watching you tonight! Please behave for her!â Wanda called the boys barreling down the stairs and past you she gave each a kiss, âBe good you two. I love you.â She told them as they ran back off upstairs and it seems without much thought she kissed your cheek before leaving. Leaving you there with your face burning.
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You were scrolling through your phone, noticing it was past midnight. You didn't think Wanda would be gone this long. You didn't even ask what she was up to this evening? You got up from the couch, putting away the remaining pizza before quietly making your way upstairs. You checked on the boys who were fast asleep. Their sleeping faces made you smile as you quietly closed the door and found Wanda's room. As soon as you opened the door Wanda's scent of jasmine and sage overpowering you and sending a shot straight through your core. Closing the door behind you, swallowing hard as you sat on the bed; it is so soft. You lay down, your head on Wanda's pillow as her scent completely overtakes you and you can't help, but move your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously as you were completely wrapped up in Wanda. Moaning softly against her pillow as you came to the thought of her. You pulled your hand out, breathing heavily as you sucked your own fingers clean. You were in so deep and You knew it. It's not fair though Wanda didn't look like she was almost 40 she still looked like she was in her 20s and didn't have twin 5 year old boys.
You groaned against her pillow in frustration as You buried your face into it, getting under her duvet making it feel like Wanda was holding you and soon enough you fell asleep.
âHey, sweet girl, come on wake up pretty girl.â You heard a gentle voice call.
âMmm?â You turned to look over your shoulder, it was Wanda. âWhat time is it?â You asked sleep heavy in your voice.
âReally late sweet girl. You can stay if you want. I don't mind, I just ask that you move to the other side so I can sleep here on my pillows.â Wanda's voice was soft and she moved your hair out of your face.
You grumbled a bit, but moved over to the other set of pillows. You did move them ever so slightly to be closer as you turned to face her side of the bed as she settled in.
âGood night sweet girl. Thank you for everything.â You felt Wanda lean over once again placing a kiss on your cheek.
âMmm sâ no problemâŚâ You mumbled falling back to sleep almost instantly as her presence soothed you knowing she was home and safe now.
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You woke up in her bed, sitting up you rubbed your eyes as you heard a door open. Looking up to see Wanda through blurry eyes as you reached for your glasses on her side table.
âGood morning sweet girl. Did you sleep well?â Her unblurred form came into view, her hair was only slightly damp, a pair of dark gray, flared dress pants, a tucked in cream colored button down that she purposefully left the top ones unbuttoned to show her amazing cleavage off. She was currently grabbing a hair clip to get her hair up which once she did looked amazingly effortlessly beautiful.
âGood.â You manage as your breath hitches remembering what you did in this bed last night.
âWell you certainly don't have to stay, but I am making breakfast. Pancakes.â Wanda wiggled her eyebrows at me making me laugh.
âCan you make chocolate chip pancakes?â You ask shyly.
âFor you? Yes. Come on.â She started making her way out and you followed, grabbing your phone.
The boys were already downstairs watching cartoons, Wanda giving them each a kiss on the top of the head.
âWhy is Y/N still here?â Tommy asked, noticing me as You went to sit at the kitchen island.
âI told her she could stay the night because of how late I'd be getting back, is that okay with you little man?â Wanda asked and he shrugged.
âI guess. She's better than dad.â Tommy off-handedly states catching both Wanda and you off guard.
âExcuse me?â Wanda's voice is stern suddenly and it feels like You shouldn't be here.
âI'm just saying that I like her better.â Tommy spent one night hanging around you and is now stating he likes you better than the father you didn't even consider they probably have somewhere.
âThomas Oleg Maximoff. I know things aren't the best with your father right now, but that isn't nice.â Wanda is stern with her son in this moment who recoils slightly.
âI'm sorry momâŚâ he says with his head down.
âI know you're having a lot of big feelings about everything going on between your father and I right now, but he's still your father.â Wanda's voice softens a bit. You hadn't really seen it other than in exaggerated tiktoks, but Wanda seems to have the gentle parent style, much unlike your parents who had a very authoritative style. The two hug it out before Wanda joins you in the kitchen.
She silently moves about the kitchen as she grabs things and when it comes to chocolate chips she has bags just about every kind you can think of.
âWhich kind do you want sweet girl?â Wanda asks and you feel overwhelmed at first. You decided to do a triple chip of milk, white, and peanut butter chips. âI see you have a big sweet tooth.â She comments.
âYeah. I always have. I used to get cavities a lot as a kid cause I didn't brush properly, but I got better as I got older.â You told her, grabbing a handful of chips which she smacked your hand playfully. You laughed and took another, sticking your tongue out.
âOh naughty girl.â She teased and you felt a heat inside again as you shifted in your seat, trying to alleviate it slightly. You saw Wanda flick her eyes at you, before going back to her pancakes. Had she noticed? Surely she hadn't.
âBoys! Breakfast!â Wanda had gotten out a whole plethora of goodies it felt more like we were having dessert. Syrup, butter, whip cream, peanut butter, chocolate sauce. You'd never seen so much effort go into something like this.
You all moved to the dinning table as the boys dug into their stacks covering their pancakes in syrup until they were drowning.
Wanda grabbed coffee for the two of you and milk for the boys.
âThank you.â You smiled taking a sip and revealed in the warmth it provided you.
âOf course sweet girl. Now tell me. You're starting college in a month right?â Wanda asked and you nodded as you ripped up your pancake, taking a bite.
âYes. I took a few years off. Was only supposed to be a year then one thing led to another and it turned into three years.â You explained.
âSo you're twenty?â You shook your head.
âSorry I should explain I was taking a gap year from college after I had to deal with some personal things. I left college when I was twenty, planning to go back in a year, but now I'm twenty-three.â Wanda nodded her head.
âWhat will you be majoring in?â
âWell originally I was doing psychology. I wanted to go into children's psych, but realized it was a lot of work that I personally couldn't keep up with. Then I was thinking about history, but then I'd have to double major into teaching to do anything meaningful with it, so now I'm going for cyber security.â You smiled, finally explaining your weird college timeline. Wanda laughed a bit.
âYou've certainly had an interesting ride, pretty girl.â Wanda leaned on the table and you didn't miss the look Tommy was throwing between his mother and you.
âYeah I'm just happy to get back on track. The cyber security program teaches from the bottom up and I can get some pretty good offers through the college and freelancing is always an option. I'm already good at programming so maybe I can make my own security program.â
âI'm sure you can do anything you set your mind to pretty girl.â You smile and blush, bashful, at her compliments. You stare down at your mostly finished pancakes.
âThank youâŚâ
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Uncle Padfootâs Motorcycle
Pairing: Dad! Remus x Mom! Reader
CW: Language and Remus whoâs gonna face the wrath of his wife.
Summary: Uncle Sirius takes baby Moony out for a ride on his motorcycle and you aren't happy about it.
Note: Iâve literally enjoyed writing this, and dad! Marauders literally make me hdiskskssjska ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS YOU GUYSđŤ¨đĽš I LOVE YâALL
"Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin!"
Sirius could feel his soul practically leave his body as he saw you, in your ever angry form, march to where he is handing your year old daughter to Remus' awaiting arms.
This is it, this is how Sirius thinks heâs going to leave the face of the Earth.
"Erm, I have to go! See you next week yeah?" Sirius clambers onto his motorcycle, praying to any deity that he would fly faster than you hexing him with your wandless magic.
"Bye pah foo!" Lyra grins, her four teeth in clear display as Sirius looked back and waved, "See you soon, baby moony! Have to go before mummy hexes me to no end!"
Remus watched his friend blankly, deep down wishing he too was in the back of the motorcycle with Lyra so he could escape the imminent wrath his wife that was to rain down on him.
âRemus. John. Lupin.â
Each word you uttered was like a nail on his coffin. He tried his best not to wince as he heard how utterly cold and sharp you spat his name out. So, gathering up his remaining courage, he faced you with a smile- and he definitely didnât place your squealing baby girl in front of him, making her somewhat his shield. He hoped the cuteness of Lyra would soften the blow quite a bit.
âHi, darling! Youâre back early- â
âTell me I did just not see our one-year-old baby land in front of our house riding Siriusâ flying motorcycle or so merlin help me I will strangle you.â You warned, taking Lyra from his hands, who happily snuggled in your arms.
Well, shit.
There goes his only chance of living.
He offered a wry smile, ignoring how sweaty his hands had become. âAlrighty, I wonât tell you- â
âRemus! You seriously thought it was a good idea to let our child ride a flying motorcycle? She just turned a year-old last week for Merlinâs sake!â You scolded, poor Remus. Call him a seer because he can already see himself sleeping on the couch for the entire week, a few days if heâs lucky.
âDarling, Sirius and I made sure it was completely safe.â He tried to explain, âLyra doesnât even have a helmet! What were you guys thinking?!â You hugged your baby closer to your chest.
âWell, Padfoot said itâs unnecessary since theyâre technically flying.â You scoffed in disbelief as you comforted Lyra who started to fuss. âRemind me to make Sirius fall next time I set his eyes on him on that darn vehicle of his.â
Remus could only let out a nervous chuckle. "Erm, I will."
âWhy was Padfoot even here the first place?â You raised an eyebrow, going back inside the house to place Lyra in her playpen as Remus followed you like a servant whoâs trying to regain your favor. âHe also took Harry out for a ride. After that, he went here and told me Lyra should also experience it.â
You turned around and faced him, a hand on your hips. âIâm guessing Lily isnât aware- because there is no way in her right mind that she would let her two-year-old son ride a flying motorcycle.â
His silence was the only thing you needed to hear from him.
âWhere even were you when he took Lyra out for a ride?â
He blinks stupidly, âOutside, watching them.â
âYou better choose your next words carefully Lupin.â
âI was supposed to ride with them, darling! But Sirius already took off when I was about to get onto the motorcycle!â He explains, hoping itâll be enough to save him as he recalled the events from earlier.
âPah foo!â Lyra grinned as she clapped her hands excitedly, her sandy brown hair that was tied in pigtails was swaying with every move she made. Sirius returned her excitement, bypassing Remus who answered the door and made a beeline to the squealing baby.
âThereâs my baby Moony!â He lifts Lyra up from her playpen and peppers her face with kisses while Remus smiled, rolling his eyes playfully. âIâm starting to think youâre just visiting so you can hang out with my daughter, Padfoot.â
Sirius turned to look at him, smiling playfully as Lyra tugged on his curls. âIâm afraid so, Moony.â He then turned his attention to the child. âNow, who wants to go on an adventure with uncle Padfoot?â
Siriusâs eyes twinkled with mischief as he held Lyra aloft, her giggles filling the room. âWeâll soar over the treetops, chase the clouds, and maybe even race a few owls, eh?â He bounced her gently, eliciting more delighted squeals.
Remus watched them, a fond smile on his face, thinking that his best mate wouldnât seriously do it. âJust make sure you keep her within sight, Padfoot. No loops or dives,â he added with a mock sternness that fooled neither Sirius nor Lyra.
Sirius mock saluted. âAye, aye, Captain Moony!â He turned to Lyra, whispering conspiratorially, âYour dadâs just worried weâll have too much fun without him.â
Remus didnât even know how it happened, he just suddenly became aware of the situation when Sirius and Lyra were off, the flying motorcycle roaring to life as they took to the skies, leaving a trail of laughter, the faint smell of engine oil in their wake, and a faint âI fly, dada!â from Lyra.
You sighed, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. âAt least Lyraâs safe, I know Sirius wouldnât endanger his god daughter.â
You watched as Remusâs eyes softened; the worry lines smoothed out from his forehead. âYes, Lyra is safe, and Sirius might be reckless, but heâs also fiercely protective,â he agreed, his voice carrying a note of gratitude. You hummed in agreement.
Remus tested the waters, âSo⌠I wonât be sleeping in the couch, right?â
You couldnât help but let out a soft chuckle, the tension from earlier dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. âNo, Remmy, you wonât be sleeping on the couch,â you said, your voice laced with a hint of amusement. âBut letâs agree that any future flights require both parentsâ approval, alright?â
Remus let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. âAgreed, and I promise, no more surprises,â he said earnestly, reaching out to take your hand.
Just then, Lyraâs babbling caught your attention, and you both turned to see her playing with a small, plush fox, looking eerily similar to your animagus form that Sirius must have sneaked into her playpen.
âMaybe we canât protect her from everything, but we can make sure she knows sheâs loved and safe,â you mused aloud, watching Lyra.
Remus nodded, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. âThatâs all we can do,â he agreed. âAnd maybe teach her a few tricks so she can outfly Sirius one day,â he added with a wink.
You glared at him playfully, then laughed, imagining a future where Lyra, with her inherited Marauderâs cunning, would indeed give Sirius a run for his money. âNow thatâs a plan I can get behind,â you said with a smile.
As the night drew on, the house filled with the soft sounds of a family at peace. The dayâs adventures were recounted with laughter and gentle teasing, and plans for a grounded tomorrow were made. And in that moment, all was well in the world of magic and mischief.
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[ best christmas ever ] q. hughes
day eight of maliaâs christmas fic marathon
pairing : Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) gives fiancĂŠ Quinn what could be considered the best Christmas present heâs ever gotten
warning(s) : pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage
authorâs note : i think this could be considered a blurb w how short it is tbh but hereâs this cute lil thing :)
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Her hands shake as Quinn unwraps the present that is going to change his entire life. Keeping this a secret for nearly two weeks has been killing her so the fact that her fiancĂŠ is seconds away from finding out is exciting and terrifying at the same time.
It's the last present that is being unwrapped this morning while it's just the two of them in their Vancouver apartment. (Y/N) made sure it was the last present unwrapped by taking it out of the closet after all the gifts under the tree from friends and family were opened.
Quinn tosses the ripped up wrapping paper into the trash bag on the ground between them before he opens the box.
Inside is a little Canucks jersey with Quinn's number and 'C'. Quinn is clearly very confused by the tiny jersey so she says, "Turn it around, Quinn."
Laughter is evident in her voice but she doesn't know if it's because of Quinn's confusion or because she's nervous.
She watches his eyes widen when he sees the back of the jersey. In place of Hughes on the back of the jersey is the word "daddy". Quinn looks over at (Y/N) with those wide eyes. "You better not be lying to me, (Y/N)," he says so seriously.
"Eight weeks," she tells him as she rests a hand on the very tiny bump that is under the large t-shirt she's wearing. "I found out three weeks ago and went to make sure everything was okay two weeks ago. When I was told that everything with this baby was perfect, I got the jersey made."
After they lost their last little one over the summer very early on, she didn't want to get Quinn's hopes up again so she went and got every single test done that she could before she told him. The last thing she wanted was to tell him then lose another baby. It nearly broke her in June, and almost broke them.
She couldn't do that again. Not this time.
"You kept this from me for three weeks?" Quinn asks. His voice is soft so he isn't mad. She stays quiet and nods. "Is everything okay?"
(Y/N) slowly nods, still hesitant. "Baby H is growing and developing at the rate they're supposed to be this time," she assures him. "I'm healthy. Baby is healthy. I just needed to be sure before I told you this time. I know how much you want to be a dad and I didn't want to get your hopes up then my body let you down for the second time."
Tears that she didn't know formed in her eyes spill onto her cheeks. She does her best to wipe them away quickly, but he notices them.
Quinn puts the jersey back in the box and moves close to her. He pulls her into a tight hug and she buries her face into his shoulder.
"Your body just wasn't ready last time," Quinn softly tells her as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I love you. I'm so excited to be here with you for the rest of your pregnancy. You're already an amazing mom."
She lets out a silent sob into Quinn's shoulder before she pulls back. "You're not mad I didn't tell you when I found out?" she questions.
"Absolutely not," he assures her with a smile on his lips. She can see that he's genuine when he says that. "I'm happy to know now. I can't wait to go to every appointment with you now. I can't wait to see our baby when you have an ultrasound done. I can't wait to tell all our friends and family and my teammates. I can't wait to meet Baby H. (Y/N), I'm so excited."
His happiness quickly erases any anxiety she felt before he opened that box. She can tell how excited he is about the next chapter in their lives. "Glad I didn't ruin your Christmas by telling you," she jokes.
"Are you kidding?" Quinn says. "This is probably the best Christmas ever. We're going to have a baby. This is the best present I think I have ever gotten on Christmas. Knowing we're going to start the family we have always wanted together is the best present."
A smile finally forms on (Y/N)'s lips. "We're going to have a baby," she softly echoes. Quinn nods and matches her smile.
She launches herself at him, finally sharing the happiness that Quinn is feeling. He falls onto his back onto the carpeted floor and catches her in his arms. He laughs and wraps his arms around her waist. He stares up at his fiancĂŠe. "We get to finally be parents," he tells her. "Our rainbow baby."
"Our rainbow baby."
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The older Jefferson
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader
Summary: After Rowley announces that his older (half-)sister, who lives quite far away and has never met the Heffleys, is going to visit him over the break Susan invites his family over for dinner. Her not being what Rodrick expects, he starts crushing, which results in him trying to impress her - failing horribly.
No physical description; No use of y/n
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: None
A/N: Hi, just a quick warning that English isnât my first language and that this is also the first time Iâve ever written a longer text in English that isnât a school assignment. I also donât fully understand Tumblr yet, which makes me honestly a bit anxious to post.
[This and a gender-neutral version are also posted on AO3]
âWhy haven't you ever mentioned that you have an older Sister?â Rowley and Greg were sitting on the Heffleys living room floor - Rodrick occupying the whole space on the couch - playing a video game. Well, Greg was. It was a single-player. He promised they would take turns, but by now Rowley had been over for about two and a half hours and hadnât even had the chance to touch the controller yet. He gave up on asking and settled on just watching about 45 minutes in.
âI talked about her before. Multiple times actually.â That is true. Rowley looks up to his sister a lot âAlso, she is technically my Half-Sister. Sheâs been living with her Dad for longer than I remember. Normally we are the ones flying over to visit during summer break, but she hasnât visited since she was a little Kid, and after her school schedule finally allowed it, we thought it would be a good idea if she, for a change, came here instead.â
âIt sounds like you two get along great!â Mrs. Heffley walked in, holding a laundry basket under one arm while carrying Manny with the other.
âWe do! I canât wait to show her my room and have her around for the entire break! I have so much planned out already, it's gonna be so much fun! Best summer ever!â
âThat sounds lovely Rowley, I wish Greg was so excited to hang out with Rodrick, but they just won't get along.â Susan sighed, throwing a pitiful glance at her two oldest, who simultaneously let out a laugh hearing this.â
âYeah, never gonna happen.â Greg says, âI would rather spend the whole summer in school than voluntarily hang out with this idiot.â
âMy Sister is actually around the same age as Rodrick.â Rowley buts in. Greg doesnât understand how this is relevant, but it probably adds to his mother's yearning for her two oldest sons to get along. Rodrick lets out a laugh hearing that.
âI canât wait to meet them. Just imagine an older, female version of Rowley. Thatâs actually fucking hilarious!â.
âWatch your language! Also, I'm sure she is wonderful.â Gregs Mom loosens her lecturing stance, turns around, and smiles at Rowley âI would love to have you and your family over for dinner sometime. It has been a while since Iâve seen your parents and I would love to meet your sister.â
âThat sounds great Mrs. Heffley. I will ask my parents as soon as I get home!â
That brings us to about a week later, when the Jefferson family, including their oldest daughter, is standing in front of the Heffleys House, ringing their doorbell.
Rowley has been telling you all about his best friend Greg for years, which made you somewhat excited about finally meeting him. However, you canât say that the picture your brother painted is entirely positive, finding him rather irritating in many of the stories you were told over time. You aren't too mad though, assuming it is normal for young, teenage boys to act like jerks every once in a while. Not everyone can be such a sweetheart as Rowley. Overall you're glad your brother managed to maintain such a long-lasting friendship.
And then there was Rodrick. You've heard rather interesting stories about him as well. In the beginning, you found those quite amusing, that was until you realized that Rowley was genuinely terrified of him. Not the best first impression someone could make on you. Influenced by seeing your younger sibling grow up to be such a sweet and genuine person you tend to be a bit protective from time to time.
You hear some hushed voices from inside, and you can identify one of them as female, reminding someone to behave. Then the door opens and a woman, who you assume to be Mrs. Heffley, kindly smiles at you. Your suspicion is confirmed a second later when she introduces herself and shoos you into the house, before continuing to greet the rest of your family.
Crossing the threshold you can now see a man standing slightly behind Greg's mother. He introduces himself as Frank, making quite a kind impression on you. Then he leads you into the living room to meet his sons.
The two older ones hardly even notice you at first, too occupied with arguing and rowing with each other.
âBoys!â, their father speaks up, successfully catching their attention. Rather comically their gazes fall from their father to you, their eyes widening and their mouths dropping open. You were not what they expected. While Greg looks just shocked, you would describe Rodricks state as mesmerized.
He recovers fast, pushes Greg off of him, stands up, and puts on what he hopes is a charming smile. Extending his hand he starts to introduce himself.
âHi, Iâm-â
At least he tries to.
âRodrick. I know. My brother has told me one or two rather interesting stories about youâ, your smile is sharp. He gulps, his confident smile turning sheepish, cursing Rowley in his head. You are not what he expected and you are definitely not anywhere close to being a female carbon copy of your, in his eyes, embarrassing younger brother.
He normally wouldnât consider himself the kind of person who has a type, but from now on, if someone asked, he would probably revert to describing you. You were just ethereal, everything about you was attractive to him. The way you walked, talked, and carried yourself, but also your clothing and hairstyle. Your pretty face just rounds up your whole appearance, making you all the more alluring.
He had to get on your good side. While a family dinner, especially with Greg present, may not be the best opportunity, he could ask Rowley to put in a few good words for him. That kid was easily influenced (or intimidated). Still, making the best possible impression over dinner wouldnât cause any harm either.
You turn to the other boy who has been silently watching the exchange. Now that your attention is on him he starts feeling nervous as well. Your expression, however, turns a bit more friendly.
âAnd you must be Greg.â he nods. You introduce yourself and lastly say hello to Manny who is sitting on the floor playing with some figurines. By now the others have entered the room, causing Susan to start leading you all to the dining table.
Youâre seated between Rowley and Greg, across from Rodrick, which results in quite frequent eye contact. On one side you really want to intimidate him a bit. This could maybe make your brother's life a bit easier, at least for the time being. On the other side, you do want to make some conversation, maybe throw in a bit of (family dinner appropriate) flirting or at least find out if heâs single.
Itâs really hard to hold a grudge against someone who is entirely your type.
While youâre conflicted, Rodrick, on the other hand, is sweating. Nervously fidgeting in his seat. You didnât seem as irritated with him anymore, if the eye contact was anything to go by. Was this his chance to redeem his shitty first impression? He cursed his brain for failing to come up with something cool to say.
Since when is it so hard to talk to girls? Is it getting hotter in here? What impresses girls? What does he normally brag about? His band! Thatâs it. Now he just has to bring it up somehow. Maybe he can bribe Greg to ask him about it. No, thatâs too risky, he canât count on Greg to not fuck this up. He is just going to casually bring it up âIâm in a band by the way, pretty sick huh?â âDo you like music? Cause Iâm in a bandâ No thatâs stupid everyone likes music⌠âWhich kind of music do you listen to?â Thatâs good, he should bring up the topic of music first, thatâs a normal conversation topic. After that step two is to bring up the band. Thatâs easy, he got this.
Now he just needs to wait till your attention is on him again and then he can smoothly lead the conversation in the desired direction. He has to calm down, he can do it.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Your eyes meet again.
âIâm in a band!â He speaks way louder than intended, his voice is squeaky, and in the middle of the sentence he has the most embarrassing voice crack imaginable.
Silence.
The sole attention is now on him. All he hears is Greg's snickering which causes him to kick him under the table.
âOw!â That was not Greg's leg. He looks up to see you looking at him with a questioning expression.
Thatâs it. He fucked up. His chances were already low, but he still managed to shrink them even more, making them most likely completely vanish. Great. His ears were ringing, all he can hear is Greg's quiet laughter in the background.
âI'm sorry I didnât mean to kick you, I-â he starts his apology but loses track of what he is trying to say when he sees your expression change. You're clearly trying to suppress a smile, but it's not working at all.
âYouâre adorable.â Rowley chokes on his food, and Greg's laughter abruptly stops
âRodrick? Adorable?â Thatâs it. Greg gives up on ever trying to understand girls. How can his stupid older brother embarrass himself like that, then kick the poor girl under the table and still be perceived as adorable by her, especially since she is so much out of his league?
Rodrick however, was still not functioning properly.
âSo that band, is its name by any chance LĂśded Diaper?â
âYeah.â He is proud of himself for speaking at an appropriate volume without stuttering. âHow do yo-â
âI saw your creepy white Van in front of the house. Whatâs up with that, kidnapping little kids as a side hustle?â You are still smiling, and with your stupid joke you somehow manage to relax the atmosphere a bit, the adults going back to their conversation.
Rodrick too is now smiling, looking at you with an expression you could only describe as lovestruck, even though you just insulted him.
He is contemplating making a joke about how the space in the back could be quite useful for more than just trapping kids but decides against it, fearing to make it awkward again. Getting nervous about taking too much time to come up with an answer he instead lands on âNo only kidnapping pretty girls like you.â. As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it, realizing it's in fact not a funny and flirty thing to say, but honestly rather creepy.
At the end of the evening, Rodrick has messed up flirting with you multiple times, however, itâs his luck that you find his desperate attempts to look cool to impress you weirdly endearing. Not that he realizes that. Calling Rodrick confused, questioning why you were still talking to him, would be an understatement.
He certainly doesnât know how he can have messed up so many times and still end up finding a little note with your number on it in his pullover hood after you left.
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The birthday gift Robin gets from her parents is that theyâre gonna help her fund a three month solo trip to Paris. Steve thinks she should be delivering this news with much more excitement than she currently is.
âOkay, but youâre going, right?â he says, as she bites her nails for the third time. When she doesnât reply, he lifts his eyes to the heavens, despairing. âOh my god, are you kidding? Robin, youâve wanted this forââ
âYears,â she confirms, so quietly. âI wantââ She swallows. âI want it so badly, Steve.â
He pauses, drops their usual teasing schtick. âOkay,â he says, a little softer. âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs justâŚâ She moves her hand away from her mouth, tugs on a hangnail. âWhat ifâwhat if something⌠happens. And Iâm notâŚâ She gestures vaguely. âNot here.â
Steve slings an arm over her shoulder. âRob,â he says, ânothingâs gonna happen.â
Robin nods. âI know, I know.â
But then she sighs, and Steve understands: itâs one thing to know something objectively, another thing to feel the certainty in your bones.
He has a wave of gratitude for Robinâs parents, for them knowing that she needs this, for letting her have a year out, maybe even two, without judgement. Itâs something they all need, really, in different ways: some time to let the weight of everything settle, to catch their breath.
Steveâs honestly been relishing the mundanity of it all, the comfort of routineâeasy days where the biggest âdisasterâ is him being late for their opening shift at Family Video.
âKeithâs keeping your job open for you, right?â Steve asks, just in case thatâs a sticking point.
Robin nods again, laughing. âYeah, mom arranged that all before she even booked the flights. Well, I think she just basically told him thatââ
âSo itâs gonna be a super long vacation.â Steve gives her knee a reassuring little shake, before tickling the back of it. âJesus, Robin, if you donât go, Iâll go for you.â
Robin snorts and wiggles out of his grip. âShut up.â
âAnd Iâll speak French so badly that Iâll just get banned for life, like, right outta the gate, itâll be tragicââ
âIâve got the picture, dingus,â she says, and sheâs smilingâfinally, finally thereâs a spark of excitement in her eyes.
And that excitement only grows as her flight date gets closer, as she calls Steve the week before, begging him to be the one to take her to the airport, because, âMy dad took one look at my suitcase and burst into tears, please Steve, the man canât do this.â
And then Steveâs pulling up to her driveway, and sheâs already waiting for him, perched on her suitcase. Sheâs wearing a cobalt blue beret, and Steve loves her so much he thinks his heart might burst with it.
For a while, itâs all grins and laughter, Steve giggling every time he edges out of the driveway, and Robinâs mom stops him, frantically waving, asking if Robinâs got everything, did you pack that other coat, honey?
Then it feels like time rushes forwardâtheyâre at the airport, and Steve gets out of the car to fetch Robinâs case from the trunk, but sheâs already got it, is already standing in the parking lot, eyes wide.
âWhatâs gonna happen now?â she whispers.
Steveâs heart clenches; the last time sheâd asked that had been as they sped to the hospital, Robin gripping his hand so tightly as Eddie lay unconscious.
Steve puts both hands on her shoulders. âYouâre gonna have the best time,â he says, deadly serious, âand then youâre gonna come back and tell me all about it.â
She laughs, right on the edge of becoming tearful. âO-okay.â She blinks several times.
âDonât,â Steve says, faux-warningly, âor youâll set me off, too.â
And itâs only partly a joke.
âOkay,â Robin says again, and then sheâs hugging Steve tight, pressing a damp kiss to his cheek. âIâll miss you.â
âGod, me too. Every day.â Steve rocks her back and forth, makes sure her beret doesnât get dislodged with the force of the hug.
When they break apart, Robin picks up her caseâshe pauses, then grins.
âNow, if youâll just point me in the right directionâŚâ
Steve chuckles. He spins her around so sheâs facing the airport, then pats her on the back.
She starts walking.
Steve stays right where he is; he knows sheâll look back right at the last secondâah, there she goes. He shakes his head, laughs. Waves.
He drives back alone.
When he gets home, he barely has time to even think about it, because the kids have biked over after school, clamouring for him to order pizza from the moment he opens the front door, and Eddieâs shrugging apologetically with a grin, and itâs only later that Steve realises that the whole thing was probably coordinated beforehand.
And heâs fine, really, heâs absolutely fine until he steps into the hall to use the phone, and he unthinkingly orders the pizza him and Robin usually share: one half with pepperoni, the other half with mushrooms.
And then he has to finish the rest of the phone call with a lump in his throat, and when he hangs up, Eddie is watching him with a sad kind of smile.
âOh, sweetheart.â
âDonât. Donât be nice to me, goddamn it.â Steve shuts his eyes. âI was fine, I was fine.â
âHey, itâs okay.â Eddie knocks their foreheads together gently. âIâll miss her, too.â
And God, missing Robin does hurt, but itâs nothing compared to the joy Steve feels whenever he receives a letter from her. He laughs himself stupid the first time, because instead of just using sheets of paper, sheâs sent multiple postcards wrapped in an elastic band, her handwriting all squished so she can fit everything in.
She writes like she talks, all rambling enthusiasm, and Steve cherishes every word.
He can tell sheâs having so much fun. She enthuses about little cafĂŠs sheâs found, a bookstore near Notre Dame; she spends multiple pages on art galleries, how she has the time to wander, to look at a painting again and again until the meaning reveals itself, it was like when I solved that âcrosswordâ in the mall, it suddenly just clicked, you know? I need you here next time, youâll look at it from another angle, I wanna know what you think.
She sends Polaroids, too. Thereâs one of her in a white shirt with a trilby hat at a jaunty angleâSteve can tell sheâs been in the sun, because thereâs freckles all over the bridge of her nose. On the back of the photograph, sheâs written Had a carefree kiss!
And Steve cries when he reads it, because he knows what it means: that Robinâs often spoken wistfully about how sheâs never got to have that fleeting summer kind of love, where nothing is all that serious.
But sheâs still so young, and life is finally light, and she gets to have it now.
Other photographs are sent to Eddie, with instructions that he should translate the French Robinâs written on them, Ă force de pratique, on y arrive, mon cher Ădouard!
âI said literally once that French at school wasnât, like, the worst,â Eddie says, pouting. âDidnât realise that meant she was gonna torture me from across the world.â He frowns at a picture of Robin petting a grey cat, a bowl of food at its little paws. âAnd I tried translating whatever the fuck sheâs written here, but I canât work it out.â
âNot even a guess?â Steve says.
âI mean, yeah, but it sounds so stilted, man, I know itâs wrong. Like, who actually says where the silver cat feedsâyou dick, stop laughing! Whatâs so funny?â
Two months pass, and Robinâs back soon, but not soon enough to catch Steveâs birthday. Itâs not like he wants to have a huge party, anywayâhe goes to Wayne and Eddieâs for dinner, and discovers Dustin leading a not-so successful âsecretly bake a birthday cake,â meeting at Maxâs.
Everyoneâs on their second slice of cake when the phone rings, and Steve knows instantly who it is from the way Eddie shouts, âHuh? What?â, like thereâs a delay on the line. Then he beams and shouts, âSteve! Got a long distance call for you.â
Steveâs over in a flash.
âI promise Iâve got you something,â Robin says, slightly muffledâevery so often a word will cut out, but Steve gets the gist. âI swear, Iâm not awful, I was gonna post it, but then I had no idea how many stamps Iâd need, and I didnât wanna risk losing it forever to, like, the nightmare limbo of customs, so I thought when I come back, I canââ
âOh my god, shut up,â Steve laughs, âyou didnât need to get me anything. This is the best present ever.â
âOh, gross,â Robin says cheerfully. âYouâre all sentimental in your old age. Happy Birthday, Steve.â
âThanks,â Steve says, and the lump in his throat is back, but itâs not so bad; he can breathe through it. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
And then thereâs a sound that Steve at first thinks is just from the bad quality of the line, but then he realises itâs Robin trying to stifle a yawn; âWait, Jesus, isnât it, like, two in the morning over there? Go to bed!â
She doesnât listen, of courseâthey keep chatting, everyone in the room wants a turn on the phone, Robin teasing Eddie relentlessly for his French pronunciation.
And as Steve ends the call, he finds that the hurt of missing her has faded away into something elseâknowing that thereâll be comings and goings in their lives all the time, adventures theyâll share and adventures they wonât. But theyâll always, always find their way back to one another.
Steve sets the phone into its cradle, pictures Robin doing the very same so many miles away.
Yeah, weâre gonna be just fine, you and me, Steve thinks, and feels the certainty of it right in his bones.
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the kids are alright || l.c
pairing: dad!lee chan x mom!reader
warnings: reader goes by mom
word count: 1362
summary: parenthood is chaotic, but things will come out alright in the end
a/n: iâve been binge watching modern family and i felt bad for my latest jihoon angst so i thought iâd offer some tooth rotting fluff as an olive branch
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âOkay,â you let out a sigh as you plopped down on the sofa beside your husband who was slipping his socks on. âThatâs all three ready for school.âÂ
âReally?â Chan looked down at his watch with an impressed look. âWith 6 whole minutes to spare. Thatâs gotta be a record.â You rolled your eyes playfully at him.
Before you could bask in the glory of mastering your kidsâ morning routine however, a shrill voice called your name from upstairs. âMom, I canât find my biology project.â
Chan sucked in a breath and shook his head. âSpoke too soon,â he teased. You playfully shoved him as you stood from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. You and Chan had spent the better part of last night helping your daughter Jia with a diorama for her biology class (read: you and Chan did all the work).Â
âItâs in the kitchen,â you called back as she came down the stairs. âDo you have everything else?âÂ
âYeah,â she replied, grabbing the project off the counter and rushing behind you to the fridge to grab a water bottle. âOh, one of the gremlins said they need cash for something at school today though.â
âHoney,â you chastised. âDonât call your siblings that, itâs not nice.â By the end of your warning, she was already in the living room asking her father for a ride to the mall after school.Â
âShe called us what?â Minjun, one of the twins, asked as he entered the room with his jacket halfway on and his lunch box halfway unzipped. You rushed over to help him, letting out a sigh.
âNothing,â you answered him before calling on your husband when you realized one of your kids had yet to make it downstairs. âChan can you grab Minji? Sheâs still in her room.âÂ
Chan quickly replied a quick âSure,â before running up the stairs to grab the other twin. It wasnât until you heard Minji squeal as he literally grabbed her and picked her up that you turned your attention back to Minjun.
âJia said you and Minji needed money today?â You questioned him as you inspected him to make sure he didnât forget anything else.Â
âYeah,â he replied, ruffling his hair. âWe have a class trip next week that weâre supposed to pay for.â
âA class trip?â you echoed back. âI didnât know you had a class trip.â
Minjun shrugged his shoulders in response. âMinji and I told dad about it last week,â he explained.
You looked up at your husband coming down the stairs with your daughter riding on his shoulders. âChan?â you questioned with your hands on your hips.
âRight,â he responded sheepishly. âI think I have the permission slips in my briefcase.â He set Minji down and quickly went to his study to find the slips. He returned and handed one piece of paper to each twin, only for Minji to groan.
âUgh, dad,â she complained. âYou gave me Minjunâs.â She and her brother swapped papers before stuffing them in their backpacks without a care and you cringed at the sight of their papers crumpling in the mess.
âWhoops,â Chan ran a hand through his hair. âDoes everyone have everything?â
âYes,â all three called in response.
âAlright, team,â he clapped and began with a cheery voice. âHappy Monday.â
It wasnât until the kids were all dropped off that you and Chan were able to actually have a minute to yourselves. It was a rare day that you were both off from work and an even rarer day that the kids werenât home. Although you very much loved your kids, it wasnât hard to admit that it was nice to have a break from them every once in a while.
You and Chan had taken separate cars to drop the kids off so you could stop by the grocery store to pick up some things you were low on and by the time you finally made it back home, Chan was curled up on the couch watching a kidsâ cartoon. You smiled at the sight of him clad in his old pajamas and with Minjunâs Spider-Man blanket only covering a small portion of his body.
âHey,â he greeted you quietly before sitting up. Once he noticed the grocery bags in your hands, he stood up to grab them from you before heading into the kitchen to help you put the groceries away.
âHow was drop-off?â he asked you as he put the produce in the fridge.
âIt wasnât too bad today,â you shrugged. âI got to the twinsâ school before the typical traffic jam, so you know⌠a happy Monday indeed.â You smirked at Chan, feeling proud of your small win for the day. âWhat about you?â
Chan let out a sigh, now folding up the emptied grocery bag. âJia made me drive at like half the speed limit,â he glared at you as you laughed at his misery. âShe said that her diorama was precious cargo and then went on a tangent about how her whole future is on the line and blah, blahââ
You swatted him playfully. âHoney, Iâm pretty sure itâs illegal for us as parents to blah blah our kids,â you joked.
Chan simply scoffed. âShow me where in the parent rulebook it says that,â he replied as you rolled your eyes. âI did what she asked, anyway. Took us almost 30 minutes to get to the drop-off area, but I did it, because Iâm an amazing father.â He leaned back against the counter while you finished putting away the last box of cereal.
âYou definitely are,â you agreed with just a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you walked back to the living room with your husband hot on your heels.
âHey,â he stuttered, and without even turning to look at him, you knew his lips were pushed into a pout. âI am an amazing father.â
You laughed as you plopped down onto the sofa where he was earlier and took the small blanket for yourself. âI never said you werenât,â you replied impishly. âBut remember that time when you forgot Jiaââ
Chan cut you off by sitting down next to you and poking your side, eliciting a squeal from you. âI didnât forget her,â he corrected. âI was teaching her a lesson about being independent. I only made it to the parking lot before I remembered.â The last part came out mumbled and you let out a laugh.Â
âWell what about the time Minjun asked for ketchup on his fries and you accidentally put sriracha sauce on it instead?â Chan retorted.
âHey,â you chided, poking him back on the side. âI was also teaching him a lesson.â
âYeah?â Chan teased, grabbing your hands to stop you from retaliating. âWhat lesson were you teaching him? That sriracha is scary?â
âNo,â you retorted. âThat uh⌠that sometimes moms make mistakes.â You pouted at the end of your sentence and Chan chuckled before pulling you onto his lap.
âAw, sweetheart,â he cooed and you buried your face into his neck. âAt least it was a funny mistake.â You poked him in the rib one last time as he let out a pained chuckle. He tightened his hold around you and the two of you stayed quiet for a beat with only the sound of the cartoon playing in the background.
âChan,â you called his name softly. âDo you think the kids are gonna be alright?â
He hummed thoughtfully before replying. âOf course,â he replied softly and with seriousness. âWeâre good parents.â
âEven though I fed my 3 year old son sriracha?â you asked.
âYes,â he answered. âAnd even though I almost forgot a 7 year old at the store.â
You laughed against his chest. âHow do you know that?â
âBecause they have parents who love them and will love them no matter what,â he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. âAnd even if we make mistakes along the way, we donât stop trying to do better, and neither will they.â
âThe kids are lucky to have you,â you replied before leaning up to meet Chan in a soft kiss. âAnd so am I.â
taglist: @yksthings @iamxelia @coveyland @xuimhao @sana-is-ms-rmty @gummymintae
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ughhhh peter always being so oblivious. canât even listen to his girlfriend when sheâs right in front of him, practically begging him đĄ loved your most recent story đŠˇđŠˇ (still canât believe thereâs finally a pink heart emoji)
was this supposed to be angsty? too bad, it's smutty.
*suggestive behavior and words, no real depictions of sex, sorry kiddos.
âHow do you tell someone you want them?â No, no, wait⌠âHow do you tell your boyfriend you want him?âÂ
Wiki-how says to flirt with them, been there done that, message not received.Â
Teen Vogue just wants to give you ways to say âI love you,â youâve tried that too, you just get a declaration back.Â
Cosmopolitan says to be bold, âI want you inside of me,â is a direct quote. Bold, sure. But with Peter? Youâd think heâd collapse.Â
On Quora someone took the bullet, âhow do I let my boyfriend know I want him to touch me?â Ah, there it was, someone had to have a good answer. A man in his forties says dirty talk, your nose wrinkles. A young mom says, âjust like that!â An anonymous reply said to initiate fist, touch them where you want to be touched, but you canât exactly squeeze Peterâs boobs.Â
You wonder if you told Ned heâd tell Peter, you can imagine that conversation.Â
âBro, Y/N just told me she wants you to like⌠use her body as a wonderland.âÂ
âA what?âÂ
Yeah, not a good idea either.Â
Even with a boyfriend, a super hot, charming, smart boyfriend, you were going to die a virgin.Â
Every attempt has fallen short, no matter how close you think you are from him finally getting the hint. Last week you had him between your legs, wrapped tight around his hips as you grinded up towards him, mouths refusing to break. And then, right when he finally, finally, moved his hips with yours and you moaned he pulled away and rolled off of you. That quick too, talk about a cold shower.Â
âDo you want me to show you how to do that thing now?â He was panting still, he looked over you flushed out and almost pulled himself back in, too dangerous, he had to use self control. Peter uses what strength he had to get off the bed, heâs already going to his computer, you didnât get a choice, he chose for you, if he had asked you wouldâve asked to ride his thigh.Â
âIâd rather you show me what your hands could do,â you mumble under your breath, you want to scream into his pillow and then hump it, does he not feel how frustrated you are? Peter hears you, he gives a chuckle, âthey can help you is what, come watch,â he pats his arm rest on the chair.Â
You follow his instructions, still grumpy. âIâd rather they help me in a different way,â Peter flashes you a nervous smile, you make him lose his grip on reality. He makes sure you're watching as he clicks around, heâs giving you instruction but all you can think about is his hard thigh underneath you, his grip is tight around your waist, his palm that rests over your shirt radiates heat to the skin underneath. Heâs driving you crazy.Â
You canât help it anymore, you have to be blunt, it will be awkward for a second but so, so worth it in the end. âPeter, I want to-â A squeeze, an apology when his phone rings. Only three people call him, Ned, May and you, seeing as youâre on his lap that leaves two options.Â
âHey, May. Oh yeah, no I donât think so. Um, sure. Well, he didnât say much but he did want, no, go ahead.â You look at the ceiling and curse, Peterâs thumb brushes your hip, heâs giving teasing touches and doesnât even know it. âI dunno, hold on let me ask,â he pulls the phone from his ear, âbaby?â You look at him, âstaying for dinner?â You nod, he grins, âyeah she will⌠okay, yes maâam, no problem. Okay, okay, okay, alright, okay, love you too, bye.âÂ
âIs she at the store?âÂ
âYeah, think of anything you need?âÂ
He clicks at the screen, âyeah, condoms.âÂ
You jolt at his laugh, his chest pressed tight against your back, Peter snorts, âwhy would you need those?âÂ
You stay silent and instead look at the screen and wait for him to continue his lesson, the bubble of want simmering.
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âAre you okay?âÂ
Peter has to literally hold you back by your shoulders, heâs gasping for air, his curls frizzy and pulled around, his shirt unbuttoned three down from the top. You attacked him the second you got into his room, nearly throwing him onto the bed before straddling him and marking your territory.Â
You had been at it for a half hour, everytime he tried to stop youâd follow his movements and continue, he had no idea how you were keeping your breath. The only time he remembers you pulling away was to tug your shirt over your head before you immediately unbuttoned his collar and kissed down his neck.Â
ââM great, are you?â youâre just as breathless as him.Â
He nods, ââM good.âÂ
You smile, âgreat!â Then go to meet his mouth, Peter turns his head at the last second, you connect with his jaw, you frown but accept any skin, you trail sideways and down, sucking at a spot near his collarbone. One hand grips your hip, one settles on your ribcage. He grunts and you skim your lips back to his mouth, heâs slower this time, like heâs trying to edge you down carefully, you donât accept the change of rules and open into his mouth, he wont talk the bait.Â
You try again, you swipe at his bottom lip, he stays closed. Frustrated you grind down on him, he buckles but refuses to open his own mouth, last resort you bite down on his lip.Â
Peter pushes you off, âfuck, youâre insatiable.âÂ
You look down on him, âwhy wonât you make out with me?âÂ
His cheeks are pink, his lips are red and swollen, his pupils are blown out.Â
âYouâre killin me, smalls.â Peterâs hands come to a rest on his stomach, they rise and fall with his breaths, âno matter what I do you want more.âÂ
You nod enthusiastically, heâs starting to understand.Â
âYes, so yes. What can you give me?âÂ
His eyebrows furrow, he doesnât know what you want.Â
âI donât⌠what do you want?âÂ
You grind down on his belt line, his hands shoot to your hips, this was new territory. Youâve just started to grind on him the past week and he still canât fully process it, heâs never had a feeling like it before and he knows that heâs gonna get a hard on if you keep doing that, and thatâs really new territory.Â
âBaby,â he groans the word but itâs a warning.Â
âThis, can I have this?â You try to move again but his hold stops you, heâs using too much strength.Â
Peter doesnât want to rush you, not at all. But these last few weeks have been hard, youâve been much more open with your words and touches and god it kills him. Heâs been thinking about sex, how could he not with you all over him, but he needs to hold out strength for the both of you, and god damn if you donât make that difficult.Â
âIf you keep doing that do you know what will happen?âÂ
Are you okay with this, is what he means, because if you go down this path thereâs no coming back, itâs a whole new step, heâs okay with that but are you?Â
You tilt your head at him, âIâll cum?âÂ
Peter exhales through his nose harshly, his voice pinchy, âjesus christ.âÂ
âIs it okay if I take my bra off?â Your fingers were already behind your back, heâs been lucky enough to see them a few times but not in a situation like this one where he could get to inspect them and enjoy it. âIf you want, but you donât-â he stops speaking when you toss your bra to the ground.Â
âWanna take your pants off?âÂ
He looks at you, heâs fully clothed almost while youâre now sitting on top of him with only panties on, how did he get here? No pants means no more barriers, you wanted to feel him, all of him, when you dry humped him.Â
âDo you want my pants off?âÂ
How does he not get it? Youâre more than half naked on his lap begging for his touch, what did he think you wanted, a milkshake?Â
âPeter, whereâs your mind at?âÂ
âWith what?âÂ
You rub your eyes, frustration would do no good here. âI need to know where youâre at with this, cause iâve tried everything to make it known you make me really fucking horny.â His eyes widened, it was like he had a revelation of âgirls can be horny too?â and yeah, he did know that they could but he never imagined he could make someone horny, even if it was his girlfriend. And maybe he did understand a little of what you wanted but he also thought you were joking, that you were hinting at a hookup teasingly but, no you were serious.Â
âI do?âÂ
Well that didnât sound good, did he not share the same feelings?Â
âI⌠Peter, do I even turn you on?â
The room spins, youâre on your back in a second, Peter holds your forearms to the bed. You couldnât even take a breath in, thatâs how quick he pinned you. He didnât want you to think, for even a second, you didnât turn him on.Â
âDonât ever ask that again, you turn me on more than you could even begin to imagine.âÂ
You giggle, âoh, do I? How much?âÂ
He kisses your cheek, âcold shower every time you leave.âÂ
âThen how come I never feel you get hard?âÂ
Peter takes his turn kissing down your neck, he nibbles a matching mark to his on your collarbone. âThrew you off before you could.âÂ
You hum when he nuzzles into your neck, he places a kiss to your cheek, you look at him over you.Â
âDoes that mean youâll take off your pants?âÂ
He laughs, âyeah, baby. Iâll take off my pants.âÂ
Peter sits back to pull his shirt off, you take a moment to appreciate his body. You always feel like you donât compliment him enough, âyouâre pretty,â the words fall from your lips and he grins shyly, his hands working at pants button, heâs about to shimmy them off but you stop him.Â
âWait!âÂ
Peterâs hands freeze, you nod at his hands, âcan I do it?âÂ
His hands fall away and you reach forward, tension thick the second you start to undress him. You never knew how heavy a moment could be until you had your hands in your boyfriend's waistline tugging them down, knowing it was so you could sit pretty on top of him and rock on his lap.Â
You rope a leg over his waist and take mount, already pressing into him further than youâve ever been, you give a teasing roll of your hips, your eyes shoot open and Peter throws his head back with a groan.Â
You whisper at the same time, minds blown. âWoah.âÂ
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Weâre Just Friends
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: Umm⌠Friends to lovers? Smut!
A/N: New Fic!
Weâre Just Friends
TimothĂŠe and y/n had been friends since they were 10 years old. They knew nothing else but each other, they could spot each other from opposite ends of the school yard.
She could find him in a room full of people.
The point is they were close. Closer than siblings, except when they argued it wasnât like siblings would argue, and it never lasted very long.
Y/n and her friends were getting ready for a party at her apartment, she was trying on dresses in her walk in wardrobe while one of her friends, Daisy was telling her about this guy she had met at one of her momâs dinner parties.
âHe has a younger brother y/n, I could set you up?â
âY/n doesnât go for the business type, they bore her to death.â
She heard Timmy step into her bedroom and smiled knowing her friends would be rolling their eyes.
âTimmy, come and help me with this dress please? The zip is stuck again!â
Timmy sighed and opened the doors to the walk in and saw the dress she was wearing, the one with zip on the front âWhy are you wearing this dress? You know the zip always catches?â
âBecause itâs a nice dress and itâs sparkly.â She smiles at him as he slides down the zip slowly trying not to catch it again.
She stripped herself of the dress and hung it up before walking over to get something else.
She was walking around in her underwear in front of Timmy and though they were used to their odd behaviour this was new.
Y/n never stripped in front of anyone let alone walking around in her underwear. She didnât even get undressed in front of her own mother, but here she was walking around half naked in front of her only guy friend.
âOkay I need to go. As much as I would love to stay for your fashion show I have to get ready.â
Y/n frowned âWhere you going?â
âIâm going to be at that party tonight. My sister was invited so Iâm going with her.â
Y/n smiled widely and jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, âYOURE GOING TOO????â
He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and nodded. âYes Iâm going too. So I will see you there.â
She let him go, smiling and kissed his cheek before he buried his face in her neck swaying with her before letting her go âGet dressed before you catch a chill.â
She turned and squealed as he slapped her ass and turned round to smack his chest scolding him âTimmy. Go!â
He smirked as she clicked her tongue and walked out the door while her friends were whispering to each other glancing at them.
âY/n why havenât you and Timmy gotten together?â
âWeâre just friends, and heâs with Stephanie now.â
âTimmy doesnât act like that with Stephanie.â Daisy said raising her eyebrow.
âIn fact I donât think heâs even touched her in that way.â
Y/nâs head snapped up looking over at her friend âWhat do you mean by that?â
âI mean Stephanie has been complaining that Timmy still hasnât slept with her. Theyâve been going out for weeks!â
âThatâs impossible.â Y/n shook her head and went into the bathroom to begin her makeup.
Later after her friends left to get ready themselves y/n heard the door open and close and footsteps come toward her room
âTimmy?â She called from the bathroom âIs that you?â
âYeah, sorry. I know I said weâd meet at the party but can I just arrive with you?â He came into the bathroom and leaned against the door watching her as she nodded in confirmation.
âOf course. Whatâs wrong?â She asked buttoning her dress jeans and walking over to him.
âStephanie found out Iâm going to the party after I told her I wasnât going. Now she wants to go with me, but I already said I was escorting my sister. But Pauline is going with someone else so she doesnât need me to escort her.â
âNow Stephanie is pissed because you wonât take her.â Timmy nodded resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back as he lay his head against her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
âWhy havenât you slept with Stephanie yet?â Y/n asked against his shoulder.
âIt doesnât seem like the right time.â
He mumbled back, his voice muffled against her skin. âYou smell good.â
She smiled playing with the curls at his neck.
âThank you, itâs cinnamon scented lotion.â
He moved his head, sliding his hand to hold the back of her neck and bit down sucking hard.
âOw! Not edible lotion you freak!â She shoved him playfully, letting him hit the wall as she looked at her neck in the mirror and glared back at his smirking face âIm telling everyone youâre a vampire and you tried to eat me!â
He continued to smirk as she grabbed her jacket and bag walking out with him. âCome on.â
He followed obediently and walked down to the cab she had ordered in advance and told him to get in with her ignoring his insistence he could walk âTimmy get in, youâre not walking anywhere, itâs New York and itâs freezing.â
âFine!â He slid in beside her and they made their way to the party together.
Halfway there she grabbed his phone and got some pics together in the cab and even got a cheeky one of her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.
He posted one to his social media captioning it âParty time with bestieâ and tagged her.
When they reached their destination they paid the driver and quickly got inside when it began to rain. Neither of them considered Stephanie would be attending so Timmy stayed by y/nâs side during the party.
Some of the older guests assumed they were a couple but they always denied it saying they were just friends and they grew up together.
Stephanie arrived an hour after them and sought out Timmy and found him getting cosy with y/n with his arm around her waist nuzzling her neck.
Y/n saw her entering the party and nudged Timmy pointing to his girlfriend and y/n heard him sigh against her neck and she patted his back âGo. Now.â He left with a peck on her neck and she sighed as he approached Stephanie and watched the way he held her and kissed her in greeting.
Her friends were right, Timmy was completely different with Stephanie than he was with her. It was as if he was touching something nasty, y/n knew from just watching them he didnât like touching her. Wether they were like this in private, she didnât know. But this interaction was painful to watch.
She watched as they left the room to go out into the garden so y/n decided to subtly follow them when she was stopped by Daisy and some guy.
âY/n this is Tanner, Andyâs younger brother who I was telling you about.â
âOh hello, itâs not a good time right now. Weâll catch up later Daisy.â
She walked off sighing. She knew she had just been rude but she had to check on Timmy.
Y/n walked out into the garden and heard someone arguing as if they were trying to keep their voices down.
âI just donât get it, TimothĂŠe. Weâve been together for weeks and we still havenât even had sex yet.â
âIâm just not ready yet Stephanie. Iâve told you that!â She heard him sigh, and took a peak around the corner and saw him sitting on a stone bench while Stephanie stood over him her arms folded across her chest looking upset.
âBut you wonât even touch me. Whenever I try an kiss you you turn your head away and right now when I tried to sit on your lap you pushed me off.â
âBecause youâre obsessed with sex! Iâve never met anyone so obsessed with fucking the way you are!â
âIâm not obsessed with sex, I just want to have sex with you.â She shouted.
Y/n had heard enough she came out of the shadow of her hiding place saying TimothĂŠeâs name âTimmy. Pauline is looking for you. Hello Stephanie, you look lovely as always.â Y/n smiled nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. Stephanie was glaring at y/n until she complimented her and she returned her smile in thank you.
Timmy stood up and followed y/n inside leaving Stephanie standing alone with her thoughts.
âThank you for rescuing me.â Timmy whispered walking with y/n indoors.
âYouâre welcome, I saw you walking out with her and knew she would start something with you.â He nodded grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray being passed around and took a sip before pulling y/n to his side by her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin making her turn her head towards him and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, when she saw the guy Daisy brought over make his way through the crowd towards them and sighed âDaisy isnât gonna let this go until I give this guy a moment of my time.â
Timmy looked over and smirked âVery business type.â He sniggered but y/n whispered his ear. âIf you donât come and get me in 15 minutes no more cuddles.â He choked on his last chuckle and went pale at the very serious threat and nodded as the guy approached with a million dollar smile and y/n had to stop herself from gagging in disgust.
âHi, Iâm-â
âTanner, yes I remember. Nice to meet you.â She held out her hand which he took and kissed her knuckles.
Oh so he was this type of guy, goodie. She could feel Timmy coming closer to her in a protective manner and smirked.
âWould you care to dance?â
âSure, why not.â
He guided her to the dance floor as Timmy looked on burning a hole into the guyâs skull and walked over to Daisy pointing to his best friendâs dance partner âWho the fuck invited James Bond?â
âI did, i wanted y/n to meet him.â
âWhy? Heâs not her type.â
âI thought he was handsome and cultured.â
âHeâs a shmuck and slobbering all over someoneâs hand doesnât make you cultured. It makes you look like a baby with no teeth.â
Daisy glared and stalked off while Timmy looked on counting down to 15 minutes when he could drag her away from this moron.
He didnât know why he was acting so jealous, but he knew this guy was not y/nâs type. She liked the goofy type of guy who she could boss around but who could equally take charge when called for.
And he knew this because she ordered him around like a puppy. This guy was the type of guy that would order her food for her at a restaurant, who would feel threatened by her independence and her strength.
He looked at his watch and saw it had been 15minutes and walked over to where they were standing at the bar and was close enough to hear their conversation and knew it was not going well, for him. The guy was trying to order for her at the bar, and she was telling the bartender that she didnât want that. He was also insisting that he would like to buy drink for her but y/n had already handed the guy her money paying for her own drink.
âI pay my own way, I donât need anyoneâs charity.â
Timmy smiled approaching hearing the guy huffing exasperated âItâs not charity, itâs called being gentlemanly. A lady should never pay for her own drink at a party. Especially if a gentleman is offering to pay.â
She turned seeing Timmy approaching and tilted her head asking him âTimmy am I a lady?â Timmy scoffed shaking his head âNo. Absolutely not.â
âAnd do I always pay my own way?â
âYou paid the cab ride over here.â
âExactly. So let this chivalrous crap go. Iâm not into it. Itâs more Daisyâs thing than mine.â
The guy shook his head disapprovingly and left as Timmy and y/n smiled at each other.
âSo do i still get my cuddles?â
He asked taking a sip of the very unlady like beer she had ordered for herself.
âYes of course you do.â She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her back holding her tight against him before sitting on the bar stool pulling her back against him by her waist and watched the party going on around them. The music was louder now as the older guests had retired earlier and only the guests their age remained.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and played with the waistband of her jeans, touching her skin there. She lay her hand over his and entwined their fingers together as he leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. She leaned into him and nudged his nose with hers and kissed his cheek.
âIs there somewhere we can go?â
He whispered against her neck and she took his hand getting up and dragged him out of the door and up a set of stairs looking for a room.
Every time she stopped to open a door he would grab her hips and nip and kiss her neck until they found a bedroom and she dragged him in behind her as he ran his hands up and grabbed fistfuls of her breasts through her waistcoat, she kicked the door shut and he slammed her against it and began sucking on her neck while turning the key in the lock behind her as she tugged on his hair trying to get him closer to her as possible. She pushed her knee between his legs and pressed against his groin causing him to bite down on her neck hard.
He grabbed her waist picking her up and tosses her on the four poster king size bed crawling on top of her when she pulled his shirt over his head as he tore the buttons off her waistcoat and wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing gently making her gasp.
She grabbed him by his head and slammed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss. He kissed back with equal hunger sliding his hands down her body before sliding her jeans down her legs, breaking the kiss he removed his own jeans before climbing back over to her, he made quick work of their underwear and he slid into her slowly, taking his time as y/n reached up and placed small kisses along his shoulders before he began thrusting into her at a steady pace as she held onto his shoulders.
Y/n gripped onto his shoulders digging her nails into his skin as he began to slam into her harder making her gasp and drag her nails halfway down his arms.
He groaned and collapsed on top of her pinning her beneath him and rammed into her wrapping her legs higher around his waist causing her to moan and jerk higher up the mattress and the bed frame to rock.
She flipped them onto his back and began to ride him and felt his hands run up her torso and grab her breasts roughly. She slammed her hips down on his making him grunt and rut his hips upwards to meet hers causing him to go deeper inside her.
He rolled them to the other side of the bed pinning her down on the mattress and slammed into her as her head hung over the side of the bed and carved his hips into hers going deep again making her groan.
He pulled her up by her neck and kissing her roughly as they came together in a sweaty panting mess as they fell back landing at the bottom of the bed tangled in the sheets.
He kissed and nipped along her collarbone and throat before burying his face against her neck clinging to her and breathing shakily.
Y/n caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair wiping his damp curls from his face.
She listened and realised the music had stopped downstairs and everyone had left.
âItâs gone quiet downstairs. I think everyone is gone.â
She felt him move against her neck and wrap his arm tighter around her waist cuddling into her.
âIâm not moving. Weâll leave first thing in the morning.â
She nodded and lifted his head placing an open kiss against his lips and turned onto her stomach letting Timmy kiss her back and shoulder before laying his head on her mid back closing his eyes as they drifted off to sleep!
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Adult Education Part 22 | Hangman x OC
Summary:Â After visiting Jessica's family in Massachusetts and his family in Texas, it's time to officially finish moving in together. It's also time for Jake to take his girlfriend on a little adventure she has always dreamed about.
Warnings: Fluff, sex in public, language, 18+
Length: 2000 words
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC
This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist
Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32
Epilogue Part One
Three months later...
The airport in San Diego was absolutely overrun with business travelers and families on summer vacation. It seemed like there were people rushing in every direction, trying to catch connecting flights or grab their luggage and go. But Jake was in no hurry at all. He'd just left the laidback state of Texas. Tomorrow was Saturday. His girlfriend was on term break.
In fact, he missed his luggage going around the baggage carousel twice because Jessica had her lips pressed to his. "You know," he murmured after the second time, "we would already be home by now if you weren't so damn distracting."
She shook her head. "We have to stop by my apartment on the way and pick up the last few boxes."
Jake smiled. "I know. Then it's official, Baby." Her lease was ending on Monday, and they left those boxes of old textbooks and scientific journals so they could still claim she was going to be moving in, not that she essentially already had. Jake didn't want to make a poor impression on her family, but it turned out he didn't have anything to worry about. And neither did she.
"So Thanksgiving back in Massachusetts and Christmas in Texas," she murmured against his neck as she let her head rest on his shoulder. "We're going to be very busy this year."
"There's no escaping my mom now," he told her. "She's probably already crocheting a Christmas stocking with your name on it. I think she almost evaporated into thin air when she hugged you. Physical proof that her son is dating someone with a PhD who looks like a supermodel nearly took her out."
"Jake," she whined with a laugh. "Supermodels don't wear glasses or read the science joke of the day emails."
"Mine does," he insisted. "There's my bag again. Now can we please go home?"
"Absolutely," she replied as he grabbed his luggage before it could sneak by a third time. "I'm determined to cook an edible dinner one night while I'm off. Plus, I really wanted to spend this week while you're at work organizing all of my stuff at the condo."
He grinned as they exited the airport holding hands. "Actually, you're coming to work with me on Monday."
"I am? For what?"
"Well... that's a bit of a surprise."
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Jessica watched Jake stack the three remaining boxes of her things in his arms and carry them out to his truck. She could have only managed to take them one at a time, but he even humored her barrage of questions while he went.
"When are you going to tell me what the surprise is? Will you tell me now? How will I know what to wear to base with you on Monday if you don't tell me what it's for?"
He was silent for the first part of the ride from her old neighborhood as they made their way toward the pacific coast and his condo, and she looked out the window while she tapped her foot anxiously. When he took an unexpected right turn instead of a left, she turned to look at him.
"You really want to know?" he asked, his face just gorgeous in the orange and purple light as the sun finished setting.
"Yes!"
He chuckled. "Well, I thought this would be a fun little celebration of sorts since you found out Brian isn't coming back in the fall. And I think it's something you've been wanting to experience."Â
Jessica tipped her head back against the headrest and smiled. Advanced Calculus had texted her when they were at the airport in Boston about to fly to Texas, letting her know Brian took a position at the local community college. She wouldn't even have to look at him when her classes started up again next month. She had been so excited, she and Jake had very awkward but enthusiastic sex in the airplane lavatory as they flew over Pennsylvania.Â
When he pulled his truck off the main road and along the bay, Jessica had to hang on as he drove down an unpaved street as the sky darkened. "Where are we going?" she asked, as they bumped along, driving parallel to a tall fence with barbed wire across the top of it.
"I want to show you something," he muttered, coming to a stop between the rocky bay beach and the fence. "There's the hangar, and there's my jet."
Jessica looked to where he was pointing, and she could barely make out HANGMAN printed across the side of one of the aircrafts. "Oh!" she gasped, realizing she'd never even visited him on base before.Â
"Come here, and I'll tell you the surprise," he crooned, killing the engine and unbuckling her seatbelt. He coaxed her to his lap and said, "If you want to fly with me on Monday, I got special permission to take you up since you're a physics professor."
"What?!" Jessica's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"
His smile was soft and genuine as he nodded. "Does that mean you still want to do it?"
"Jake!" She pushed his shoulders back against the seat and shook him slightly as he laughed. "I wrote my PhD thesis on jet propulsion in military aircrafts! Of course I want to fly with you!"
"I know," he drawled as he smirked. "I read your thesis, remember? Barely understood a word, but I did read it."
"Smart Boy," she moaned as she kissed him. "I can't wait for Monday." As she raked her fingers back through his hair, his hands came to rest on her hips. She kissed and nipped at him, pausing to say, "I'm so excited."
When Jessica's tongue slipped between his lips, she rolled her hips against him. He groaned and cupped her butt, guiding her to do it again. He was so obviously hard in his jeans now, and she didn't want to wait until they got home. "Feels like you're excited, too," she said with a grin before she licked his lip.
"Fuck, Jessica. If you're like this today, you'll be a mess on Monday after we actually fly together."
She gasped and nodded. "Oh my god. You're right."
"I know I am, Baby. You'll be dripping wet for me by then."
When she clenched around nothing as his hand snaked up the front of her shirt, she admitted, "I already am." She ground down against his cock and whispered, "You know how we had that quickie the other day way out on your parents property?"
Jake moaned and said, "I'll remember that for the rest of my life. Bending you over the tailgate of my dad's old truck."
"Well," she murmured, licking a stripe from his chin slowly back to his ear. "It's pretty dark now. You could bend me over your own tailgate."
Jake's hand was opening his door before she finished her sentence, and he hauled her back behind his truck. He was a little rough, pulling her against him and making her stumble as he dropped the tailgate down. He kissed her lips and rubbed the front of his jeans against hers before he said, "It'll have to be quick again. Before any of the guards drive by."
"Okay," she agreed, and then Jake had her pinned down from behind as she made a surprised noise. She let her head rest on her folded arms as she turned toward the fence. It was now too dark to see the hangar or any of the jets as Jake reached around and undid the front of her jeans. He yanked them down along with her sage green thong before unzipping his own pants and letting his cock rest against her butt.
"You weren't kidding, Smart Girl," he whispered, teasing her clit and running his finger through her slit. "You're soaked."
The evening air was cool on her bare skin, and when he separated her with his long fingers, she shivered for so many reasons. Then he connected them together, plunging inside her as she cried out.
"Shhh," he warned, and she bit her lip. "Be a good girl. I'll make it fast."
"Oh god," she groaned softly, her whole body bouncing against the tailgate with each of his rapid thrusts. She couldn't stop the little grunts and needy sounds she made for him every time his hips slammed into her butt, but he was moaning her name softly too as he fucked her.Â
He just went harder and harder, and Jessica had to hold onto the tailgate with quivering fingers as he hit the spot that made her shake for him. "Jake," she whispered as he leaned down over her back as she came. But he wasn't done yet.
His voice was rough like the gravel beneath her feet. "I love you. I love fucking you. I can't wait to take you home. I can't wait to fly with you." He grabbed her hips and drove himself deep as she continued to clench softly around him, and then he came too. And this time she had to remind him to be quiet.
"Jake, you're so loud," she warned as his thrusting grew shallow. "And I see headlights," she hissed.
"Fuck," he growled, pulling out of her and sending his cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs as she yanked up her underwear and jeans. There was definitely a security vehicle headed past the hangar on some sort of patrol route. "Let's get out of here," he said, pulling her toward the driver's side door.Â
Jessica scampered inside, barely making it to the passenger seat before Jake had the engine roaring to life and the truck shifted into reverse. Deftly and with a smile on his face, he reversed back down the bumpy road like it was nothing. "That was a little close," he said as he slowed down before making it back to the pavement.
She bit her lip and said, "What if I said I kind of love tailgate quickies?"
He glanced at her as he slowed at a stop sign. "Well then I would say I'll come up with a list of places we can sneak off to."
Her hand stroked his thigh as she said, "Get to work on that."
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The fact that Jake managed to pull this off after weeks and weeks of planning left a smile on his face. On Monday, he watched as Phoenix helped Jessica into a flight suit in the hangar, and then he handed her a helmet. She was grinning at him as she slipped it onto her head. "You look like you're ready to go, Dr. Reed," he said as he fastened it into place for her.Â
"I'm so ready, Lieutenant Seresin," she replied, bouncing slightly on her booted feet as she ran her fingers along the HANGMAN patch on his own flight suit. "How many Gs do you think we'll hit? Can we roll upside down?"
"Jesus," he laughed. "Next thing you'll be leaving me in the fall to go to flight school."
She pouted and said, "My eyesight is too poor."
He kissed the tip of her nose before picking up his own helmet. "Not to be a WSO."
"Oh my god, Jake! You're right!"
She asked him a million questions in a row as she followed him across the tarmac, and he could only answer about half of them for her. "Why don't you tell me, Reedy," he finally said as she climbed the first rung of the ladder. "You're way smarter than me."
She turned back and looked at him. "Maybe just a little bit. But you know how to do the one thing I'll never get to do. Actually fly this thing!"
He placed a hand on her waist, giving her a squeeze through the rough fabric. "I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. I'll try to answer any questions you have when we're in bed later. How does that sound?"
She nodded at him as her eyes went wide. "That actually sounds great. Let's go." She then climbed the ladder in record time, leaving Jake laughing on the tarmac before he followed after her.Â
He would be happy to follow her as long as she would let him.
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Jessica Reed is just winning so hard now. Fuck off, Brian. One more filthy part of this story to come. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 23
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. âthereâs nothing to worry about! my family will love you.â with jack!
and maybe jack has never really brought anyone serious to introduce to his whole family but she doesnât know that⌠but hsi whole family can quickly see how much jack loves her
âmeeting the familyâ
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i LOVE this and this is kinda short so lmk if you want a part 2!
Jack would never admit it to you, but he was a little nervous for you to meet his family, especially all of them all at once.
âBring your girlfriend to the wedding,â they said. âWe promise we wonât embarrass you,â they said.
He knew his brothers would intentionally embarrass him in front of you, and even though the others wouldnât make that effort, he still had never brought a girl to anything like this before, especially not one that he liked so much, and he had no idea how they would react.
It was Jackâs cousinâs wedding, one that he wasnât particularly close with, but was still related enough to be at the rehearsal dinner.
Jack sat beside you, his leg bobbing nervously under the table. You placed a soothing hand on his thigh as you made easy conversation with Luke.
You met his parents and brothers earlier, and you hit it off easily with them. His parents had already told him how much they loved you. You got along great with Luke and Quinn, but they werenât the relatives he was worried about anyways.
âSo, Jack, that fall you took on the ice last week, pretty brutal. Whatâd you think of that, Y/n?â asked one of Jackâs younger cousins mischievously.
âWhat fall?â you asked, glancing at Jack in confusion.
âOh, you didnât see it?â he grinned. âHe was skating a little too fast, and I guess he just lost his balance.â
âYou can barely skate, Johnnie. Call me when you get off that bench,â Jack combated.
You ignored him, stifling a laugh. âJack, when did that happen?â
Jack sighed. âAt the Rangers game you couldnât make it to.â
âWell, I bet you were glad I didnât see that.â
âI was,â Jack said, glaring at his cousin who just smiled innocently.
Luke snorted into the beer he was trying to steal from Quinn, who was distracted talking to a bridesmaid.
âGive that to me, youâre not legal,â said Ellen, grabbing the bottle from Luke and setting it back down in front Quinn before taking a seat beside Luke. âAnd be nice to your brother.â
âSorry, mom,â Luke mumbled.
Jack took your hand from his thigh and interlocked your fingers under the table. He watched you as you conversed with his mother, and how easily you made his brother laugh.
Your eyes were bright and your smile was big. Heâd never thought you looked so beautiful. He ran his thumb over your ring finger and smiled to himself. He knew it was too early and he was too young to be thinking about marriage, but in a setting like this, it was kind of hard not to.
When he looked up, tuning back into the conversation, he saw the look on his motherâs face and knew she had him all figured out.
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Meeting The Parent
Word Count: 1k
Includes: Fluff, fluff, meeting Spencers mom in person for the first time!! (short sweet and hints toward marriage at the end :)
It had taken a lot of convincing, and maybe some reassurance on both of your parts, but you'd gotten Spencer to allow you on one of his less-than-often visits to his mom. You'd made the arrangements to take the small road trip with him this weekend and were prepared for the very worst or the very best outcome of the visit.
As of current you were awaitng the 'signal' Spencer had told you he'd give once he explained to his mom that you were here with him. You understood of course how very cautious he was to let people meet her and how protective he was about those he loved.
Hell, you were one of those people, and you loved being one.
Once you got tired of shifting your wait from foot to foot akwardly however, and as nurses passed you by, you decided to move closer to at least look like you were trying to find someone. Instead you got a few cut words from their conversation. His mom's voice being the first heard,
"You're dating her?"
"y-yea mom I'm dating her" he sounded dissapointed.
"why didn't you tell me?! You know you can tell me anything Spencer!" panic rose in you then, you'd been dating for quite substantial amount of time now, why hadn't he even mentioned it?
"I did tell you, you just forgot- Will-Will you just speak to her? Shes here with me, y/n?"
That was your cue, and no one had to know how fast you'd scrambled to meet them in the corner of the nursing home where they sat or how you attempted to slow your pace and heart as you got closer.
"Spencer go get me some water" Her voice wasn't completely monotone but it wasn't cheerful either, reminiscent of a protective mother more like.
"A nurse can get you water-"
"You're my son" She looked to him then "please, get me some water."
Spencer looked between the two of you then and you wondered whether or not he was asking permission from you or her about how to handle this situation. Nevertheless he gave an apologetic smile to you and waded off to find a nurse and get some water.
Thats when you started talking to her.
"Do you love him?" okay so no small talk.
"We love each other." you reply as smoothly as possible earning a nod of approval from her.
"He's special, my Spencer, very special. " At this point shes not even looking at you but has taken to staring wistfully out the window nearby instead. A golden shadow is lighting up the room as the sun sets and you take a seat across from her.
"He is." you agree, following her gaze mainly just to distract yourself.
"How long have you been together?" she looks down to figit with her fingers "I-uh- he talks alot about you and he probably has already told me but-"
"Almost a year in a few weeks."you smile to yourself then thinking of how happy you are to be with him at all.
"So you know him...you really know him don't you?"
"I like to think I do"
"Favorite movie." Its more of a command then a question, and you realize she's commanding you to tell her his favorite movie.
But you could play this game. You could play it all day.
"Le cercle Rouge (1970) but, if we're talking more movie night picking Spence i'd say The Godfather Part II (1974)."
She smiles slightly at this. "Book."
"The illustrated Man by Bradbury is one of his favorites but he's never been able to choose between that or The Narrative Of John Smith by Doyle."
She doesn't even flinch. "Play."
You sigh at that one, knowing she won't stop till he's back, or maybe not even then. "Well..."
You swear it takes him ages to get water and by the time he's back you're seated across from her taking most of her questions in stride. But its the last question right before he gets back that catches you slightly off-guard.
"Do you think you could love him more than I do?"
"I already do." your voice is even, and you're being completely honest with both yourself and her but your own reply surprises you and all it does for her is earn a scoff.
"Impossible" she's staring right at you now, smiling.
You smile back, "I beg to differ." And now he's back.
The subject changes drastically as Spencer asks her questions about how she's being treated, like the perfect son he is. But besides that you talk about the BAU and some of the recent cases, she surprises you when she's able to follow his brain's trace of mind better than most, perhaps better than you.
But after about an hour or two the conversation comes to a lull.
When you're both ready to leave you smile politely and say goodbye, leaving Spencer to say his goodbyes in private.
And despite your better judgement you need to hear what she thought, you need to know if you're good enough for him. So you go behind the same wall you'd been hiding behind in the beginning of the visit and listen, pretending to be on your phone.
"I-It was really nice seeing you, i'll come back tomorrow morning before we leave-"
"Y/n."
He clears his throat then, "yea, uh what-what about her?"
"You better marry that girl Spencer, and you better do it before I die-"
His voice goes up an octave,"Mom stop you're healthy-"
"I'm just saying, she's perfect for you and if you don't marry her before I uh...kick the bucket, I will haunt you for eternity!"
They both laugh then and you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies "Don't worry I wouldn't dream of letting her go."
And despite yourself, once more better judgement, you begin to grin as you head to the car and once you see Spencer in sight start to hint towards how fond you are of marriage.
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