#I MISS JASPER…. SO MUCH

[timey-acey222]

hey jasper nation (talkimg to a brick wall)

[divyasoup]

broken mirror

[bunnithechubs]

Episode 12- Elimination

The time has come ya'll... the second to last elimination. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. For this elimination multiple things were taken into account. The majority was the average of Seph's friendship score and Penny's romance score. There was a close tie so I took into account Penny's sentiments/attraction for that.

Darius, Jaxon, and Raiden were the shoe in's for the finale. All three of them have high romance with Penny and good relationships with Seph. Those three will be entering the finale with confidence but will their shortcomings be addressed before the finale?

That left Adriel, Jasper, and SIlas up for the last ticket. The tie was actually between Silas and Adriel. Both had the same romance with Penny and frienship with Seph. I went into the sim panel and out of the 2 Penny was more attracted to Silas. So he got the last ticket.

That means we must say goodbye two Adriel and Jasper! Both sims were great and very entertaining. Penny had feelings for both of them but not strong enough to make it to the end. Thank you for participating and I hope your sims made you proud!!

Now for the twsit, you all didn't think Jasper's toxic ass would just leave like that??? Right after being told his time on the show was finished he decided to make a move at Seph. SHE RECIPROCAITED. They just started flirting and then decided to hook up. Jasper may be leaving the competition but he still won a Pizzazz, just not the one he signed up for LOL.

@rasoyas @neishroom @riverofjazzsims @moonwoodhollow @duusheen and @simsmoonie

[dizzycloudzzz]

another SU reference YAYYYYYYY

Hunt looks dead inside 'cause baseball doesn't give the same emotion as flyer derby, but everything to obey his captain right?

HEY SPEAKING OF WHICH

HE STILL LIKES AUTHORITY

AND RULES!!!!!!!!

this man was born to be bossed working in a team 🥰🥰🥰 love him

BASEBALL YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

[itsafternoonpast5]

thinking about their friendship so hard

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas24 Day 7: Deaf Mary-Alice

Good evening, tonight I bring you another popular request: Deaf Mary-Alice. Because one of the upcoming posts is quite dark at this point, I chose a wholesome section just for a little bit of fluff.

Deaf Mary-Alice kind of just exists without a fixed timeline, so at some point (probably once STL is complete), I'll go through and polish a lot of these AUs for supplemental material.

Anyway, I've spent all day on holiday tasks (baking, mostly) so I will love and leave you, and hope you enjoy!

Jasper’s oddly surprised that none of the Cullens are immediately clued in that Mary-Alice isn’t an ‘old friend’. As if the way she greets him isn’t a beacon that there was more to the story.

But then, they aren’t normal vampires. They are too human, too domesticated, and there’s so much lost in translation because of all the instincts they suppress. Sometimes he wonders if any of Carlisle’s creations know half the things they should; if any of them could actually survive as nomads.

But it’s a cruel thought that he dismisses. It’s just frustrating that there is so much disconnect between them and him; like a language that they never bothered to learn.

For the first weeks of her arrival, he and Mary-Alice cloister themselves in his study to… well, he would use the euphemism ‘catch up’, but a very large percentage of that time is spent naked, sprawled out on his couch.

(She might make the first move, simply planting a brain-altering kiss on him that first night. It feels like catching smoke in his hands - no one is truly lucky enough to get a second chance like this, and he doesn’t know how long it will last so he’ll treasure every second of her affections - and he’s not letting go. He doesn’t have the words to explain to her that it’s been so long and he missed her like someone had carved it out of him. He’s spent sixty years walking around forgetting what it was like to have her close, and now every single thing about his life, about himself, has been shaken to the core by how much she has always meant to him.)

The Cullens are interested in Mary-Alice, and he’s happy to translate for her. Esme expresses her happiness that Jasper had someone like Mary-Alice in the south, and he honestly assumes that Esme is diplomatically alluding to their relationship because it couldn’t have passed anybody’s notice that they’ve spent the best part of three weeks having sex on every piece of furniture in his study.

No one says anything when Mary-Alice greets him with a kiss to the cheek, to the hand; the way she wraps and coils herself around him, orbits him the moment he returns from school. He’s the same - kisses on the forehead and cheek; long, silent conversations where neither of them notice the time passing, holding her tightly against him when they are watching a movie or hanging out in the living room. Maybe it seems normal to them, that vampires from the wars seek out touch from trusted companions to undercut the violence of their survival. A way to shelter from all the horrors, for him to protect the vulnerable.

(They hunt alone and afterwards, she draws him close, her eyes bright and happy. He loves her giggles when he sweeps her up into his arms to kiss her. Or when he pulls her down into the grass and moss and soft dirt to lick blood off her mouth and cheeks and fingers. She swipes bloody fingers across his cheek and neck and tears off his shirt to trail them over his chest and down his stomach. Her tongue and teeth follow the trail, and she intentionally looks away so she can’t see his protests - it’s the only way that animal blood tastes good to her, she tells him later. And when they walk back to the house with torn clothes and a lightness that he doesn’t understand, he truly wonders how they managed to get to this place from where they started.)

It’s a daisy-chain of realisations for the Cullens; maybe he and Mary-Alice get careless. Maybe to them, it’s so obvious that it doesn’t seem like something they need to police or even think about. It just is.

Esme is the first, and walks in on them kissing in the living room. Actually, kissing is probably a polite euphemism, because he’s got her pinned against the arm of the sofa, with her skirt bunched up over her hips and his fingers teasing at her hipbone and his old scar there (not even a proper bite, just a playful back from one of the first times he took her to bed. Gangly and enthusiastic but lost was the only way to describe her that night; one of their best nights, honestly. No sorrow or worry or pain. Just him relearning that sex could be healing and fun, and not a power struggle.) She’s cradling his face as they kiss, and in the back of his head, he’s already preparing to scoop her up and take her upstairs but it feels so easy and normal just to lie on the couch and make-out like teenagers for a while.

“Oh!” Esme stumbles in surprise when she enters the room, her eyes round with surprise. The emotion practically slaps him in the face - pure shock, laced with embarrassment and affection.

Mary-Alice is giggling and signing her apologies as she pushes him off her.

“I didn’t know you two were…” Esme’s bursting with happiness now, the idea of Jasper having found his lost love occurring to her.

Mary-Alice’s response is blunt and graphic, so he doesn’t translate; he’s also distracted.

“Edward didn’t mention it?” But Edward shouldn’t have needed to; he doesn’t think they’ve been subtle.

(Fuck, it’s easy to think that when Mary-Alice is sitting on the unused kitchen table, signing exactly what she wants him to do to her whilst Carlisle is going over some legal documents he needs to get Jenks to take care of, but none of them speak their language. None of them have any reason to think that his strange, half-wild girl is propositioning him in very intense detail because they still see her as the poor, disabled waif in from the cold.)

“I don’t think Edward knows, he’s been spending so much time with Bella,” Esme says and then immediately reaches out and takes Mary-Alice’s hands; something that makes her tense up because that’s how she communicates. It’s the social equivalent of taking someone who can speak by the throat, especially down south. “Darling girl, we are so happy you’re here and you found Jasper again.”

Now she’s also confused and oddly touched by Esme’s earnest statement, and she awkwardly withdraws her hands to sign her gratitude.

Emmett and Rosalie are next, a few hours later. They’re both wearing clothing, and he’s sitting on the floor with a book and one of her legs thrown over his shoulder, his finger teasing at her ankle. She’s on the couch, with the other leg tucked underneath her, as she very carefully stitches together a new dress. It’s the kind of casual togetherness that he’s seen Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle and Esme engage in over the years that always puzzled him. Now it’s here and it just happens? There’s not guiding words, just falling together in the moment. Occasionally one of her hands runs through his hair, or she’ll lean forward to say something, or he’ll absently rest his head against her leg, even press a kiss against her knee.

That’s when Rosalie barges in without knocking; his lips pressed against her knee, the sand and sugar scent of her around him. The little rumble of pleasure that she makes as his thumb rubs circles over her ankle.

“So it’s true?” Rosalie says, thunderclouds brewing.

“What’s true?” He’s irritated that they didn’t knock; just because he and Mary-Alice are clothed doesn’t mean that this moment isn’t private.

“That you and Mary-Alice were desecrating the couch when she got home?” Emmett sticks his head around the door and clumsily signs. “Hi short-stack.”

She flips him the finger and then asks him the meaning of ‘desecrate’ because that’s certainly not in their vocabulary.

“To ruin,” Rosalie enunciates rudely.

Mary-Alice leans forward so he can see her sign.

“I didn’t think we were that quiet? I can be louder,” she offers and he smirks before looking at his siblings.

“Mazel tov,” is all Emmett says. Rosalie looks like she cannot decide whether to storm off (is Mary-Alice better or worse for having been in love with Jasper? It means she’ll definitely stay, but she also has a better reason. It’s all tangled up in Rosalie’s overprotectiveness of her family, of staying safe in every way that matters. She hates change, but there are reasons that are more acceptable than others) or start lecturing.

“Esme did not catch us doing anything you two haven’t done to a dozen couches,” Jasper replies lazily, signing over his head for Mary-Alice, who immediately starts laughing. “Mary-Alice has offered to be louder next time so that you get adequate warning to our activities.”

“If Jasper really puts his back into it, I can be a screamer.” Mary-Alice says casually and that’s enough for him to choke a little and for Emmett to burst out laughing and Rosalie to look a little more pinched.

“Are my efforts inadequate?” He asks and Mary-Alice wriggles around to be able to lean over and kiss his cheek.

“You are perfect.” The sign for that is an old one, one that replaces humour with the memory of a long ago battle, of a tantrum born of frustration that she nearly got him hurt because she was different.

He’d told her that, fumbling to combine all their signs into something that meant what he needed her to know - that however she had been put together, however she had woken up, it was exactly and precisely as she was meant to be and nothing could improve on that. And when things got back for him, it was that same sign she would use. You are perfect.

(Maybe that was how they told each other, that first time, that they loved each other. Before he could verbalise it, could let himself consider that she was a fundamental part of himself and the world he inhabited, he was reassuring her with words that convinced her that if he could remake her a million times over, he wouldn’t change a single thing.)

[joongdunking]

[boatemboys]

I MISS WAFFLE DUO

[andromedasummer]

the neighbour's cats know both jasper and opal are gone and have started appearing in our garden again. it was honestly really cathartic to open my front door, see rupert on the grass, and just give him some cuddles and affection

[jasperthejester]

my mom, checking in on me through my door: are you working your math homework?

me, whose been writing gay fanfiction for the past hour: yeah :)

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I can't stop thinking about Orpheus and Eurydice...

[pretend-pretend-vampire]

mark using it/its for jasper is rude. I know this and I'm shocked he didn't know that himself considering he knows jasper is adult human-shaped and can talk. however if jasper was an actual he/it user that would be so awesome

[embers-burning-bright]

me and my partner had some amazing chats with a drag king who performed at a pub last night and FUCK. FUCK I NEED TO GET BACK INTO DRAG I MISS DOING IT SO BAD THIS IS MY SIGN

[sleep-0-deprived]

Before I start, I just wanna say I love your work, keep it up!!

A bit of a feminine m!reader and a stalker, kind of like the song stalker’s tango by autoheart (praise kink and anything you wanna add)

Love me love me love me~! (Stalker Oc x feminine male reader) ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

WC:. 1.5k

Tags: praise kink, back shots, creepy character, dub con (reader doesn’t say but he wants it), stalking, spit as lube, men in panties, college AU, p in a sex, bad prepping(basically no prep cause he wants reader to feel em), slight Yandere themes?, coming inside panties, lil come play<33

A/N thanks for the request! I didn’t know your kinks so I tried to keep it pretty vanil for the fic but I just get the vibe that the stalker is a lil bit of a yandere ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

College was the time you were supposed to be the most happiest. freedom, no parents breathing down your neck and looking at you wearing your new skirts and finally away from Him…anyway this is the beginning of something new and that made you terrified excited.

Here you were grabbing boxes from the back of a hand me down car you bought last year, your hands full walking around campus searching for your dorm room. The sound of other college students bustling past even a frat boy running through the corridor laughing while another man smacks his shoulder.

Your heels clicking on the floors getting into the elevator finally out of view of the other students, not caring if they stared at you when you walked past them in your little skirt.

Finally finding your door room, room 234 in the third wing on campus. Pulling the door open and then it happens, the boxes nearly dropping from your hand “Jasper?..” the man that single handedly ruined your teen years, the man you filed a restraining order against- the one that stalked you since middle school, putting cameras inside your shower, under your bed.

There he stood in all his glory, black hair all messy with his green eyes piercing you over like an interested cat, a crooked grin on his lips looking at you like some god before him. You quickly sit your boxes down on the twin bed to the left of the room with your hands now by your side looking at him.

“Did you miss me any [name]? I really missed you, so goddamn much” he walks over to you leaning down and shoving his face into your neck breathing in your scent without a care in the world “how’d you find me Jasper…my parents made sure you didn’t know the colleges I applied for” your lips pressed into a thin line standing stiff and finding no comfort in the man’s touch.

“I total you I’d never leave you baby? Can’t live without you [name] I wouldn’t wanna” he kisses his way down grabbing at the hem of your shirt slipping under it and massaging his palms into your sides.

“Y’know I don’t want you Jasper, I never have so just stop” you mutter out all squeaky trying to get away even if your body knew you wanted it, even if you couldn’t deny you found him hot you’d never admit it so you did the next best thing and tried to push away but only failing in return.

“Don’t lie to me baby, you’re already getting hard so hard in that little skirt, it’s like you’re asking for me to fuck you?” His lips muffle themselves against your skin starting to suck it red while holding you pined between him and the wall while his second hand makes its way down to your mini skirt starting to lift it.

“Dammit Jasper… stop that” you speak out because you’re in to deep to say otherwise feeling your cock bulging in the pink panties you were wearing. You had no stockings under your skirt letting your bulge get exposed while you go red in the face feeling jaspers hand snaking down giving it a rough squeeze before pulling his lips off your neck breathing heavy in your ear.

“Just be a good boy and bend over for me sweetheart” you don’t know why but you walked over to your twin size bed, not even getting on it just bending over on the side of it and shoving your face into the sheets standing in a pair of heels spreading your thighs.

“Mh, baby so fucking beautiful, no idea how long I’ve been imagining this” he lifts your skirt in the back showing off the cotton fabric with little bows riding up between your cheeks making him smile reading his hands down and grabbing your cheeks spreading them and watching how your rim puckers up against the panties.

His thumb rubbing down your crack spitting on your panties and using his thumb to rub the now translucent fabric against your bud making sure to get it nice and wet while you lay with your cock weeping against the mattress feeling your knees buckle from the feeling.

“O-h you’re a pervert Jasper!” You yelp out and try to yell at him but fail when he reaches his hand off your ass cheek and grabs the back of your neck shoving it into the bed making your voice get muffled, “such a cruel accusation [name] I’m not perverse, I just love you baby?”

He’d coo to you from behind while the hand messing and teasing with your rim finally pulls your panties to the side of your ass just admiring how you’d clench around the air so effortlessly, your rim half prepped from all those nights you’d whine and finger yourself in your bed. Which of course he knew about back then, he had cameras?

“Want me to fuck it?” He’d ask you softly even though you knew he was going to fuck you either way “y-eah” you nod into the pillows gasping when he lets go of the back of your neck to undo his jeans making sure your skirt was pushed upwards on your waist, “you should really get a tramp stamp sweetheart, get me something all pretty to aim at when I’m coming all over that pretty arch”

Your face went red as a beat becoming more thankful he was behind you so he couldn’t see your reaction but he already knew it when your rim winked at him again trying to swallow his finger tip like quicksand having him all giddy and infatuated with you. Jasper having been waiting years to get his cock nuzzled between those perky little cheeks.

“So warm sweetie, just gonna fuck you so nice baby” his voice comes out rigid pulling his boxers down letting his manhood spring free finally standing tall against his t shirt before he presses his dick between your cheeks and uses his hands to grip both cheeks sandwiching his cock between them as he rocks his hips spitting down on your ass again using it as lube fucking between your cheeks having your face down and your ankles bending out in your heels.

“Just push in already Jasper, don’t fuckin tease me~” you moan reaching your hand down to your panties starting to palm yourself through the panties feeling yourself soaking the Cotten closing your eyes just feeling what’s happening to your body having you melting like ice cream during summer.

“Always a greedy boy weren’t you?…well doesn’t matter, still love you” he speaks nudging his pudgy cock head against your rim spreading the muscle open wide making him hiss “fuck that’s it sweetie” he tilts his head back rubbing your ass cheeks softly trying to get you to loosen up around him having him on cloud nine scrunching his nose up bottoming out inside you ready to come on the spot.

“Jas— oh’m g-od” you croak and choke on your words going loose and fuzzy in the head just laying with your ankle wobbling to stay bent in your heels just screwing your eyes shut only opening them with he gives your ass cheek a little smack letting you adjust to his girth. Jasper bucks his hips forward making your face droop back down as his hips squish your plump skin.

Your hands going limp like jello under you unable to palm your neglected cock, just laying with your body limp letting him have his way with you praying to whatever was up in the sky that other students didn’t hear Jasper giving you back-shots on your first day at campus. “You have no idea h’many nights I imagined getting myself inside your pretty body, mmh you’re worth the wait sweetheart”

You feel your rim on fire when his base stretches you wider making your back arch trying to take him, your cock jumps in your panties at his dirty praises having you in hysterics hating the man but also just wanting him to hold you close and fuck you like you deserve, you’d never tell him though. “You can start movin-!” You cry out arching under him gripping the bedsheets tight.

“Shh stay quite sweetheart, stay nice and sweet for me [name]” Jasper speaks softly moaning under his breath bucking his hips feeling a hot flash in his abdomen trying not to come before you but goddamn you were like heaven around him, you were his addiction, his ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough.

The sound of flesh in flesh filling up the dorm, his hands gliding over your body gripping the skin like a feral dog fucking you from behind having you reaching for the wall while the bed creaks shaking back and forth while your eyes open back up going wide and dumb when his cock assaults York inner walls hitting your sweet spot having you loosening up not clenching his cock so tight, jaspers hands pulling in your panties from behind making them tighter in the front, making your cock pulse against the firm fabric

“Please Jas, please just—“ you beg, you break you fold flush like a bad poker game not even knowing what you were pleading for just knowing you needed to come so bad your balls were swelling up going red in your panties about to explode when his cock halts pushing further and further against your prostate like a rubber band being stretched and pressed further and further about to snap.

“Please what sweetheart? Tell me what you want, promise I’ll give it to you” he speaks to you like a doll in complete opposites to how he was fucking you, his hands reaching letting go of your panties making you squeal from the release of pressure, he keeps fucking you thrusting and pumping his hips pressing his pubes to York lower back reaching up under you to your stomach to hold you up.

Holding you up half off the bed fucking you harder with your face still in the sheets and your hips raised high for him mewling feeling your favorite skirt go higher up on you. “Please make me cum, please get me off Jasper” you whine and you spasm around his dick. Your rim trying to take more until his balls press against yours, running together when he fucks into you.

“Come for me baby, just let go, lemme make it all better for you doll” his pace picks up fucking you like some jack rabbit in heat. His hands tugging at your belly leaning forwards leaning back down laying on top of you bent over the bed heaving in your ear kissing the red marks he made on your neck snaking one hand down inside your panties tugging on your cock.

“S’ happening jas, gonna come” you can’t help but to shiver and let go of the bedsheets arching your back against his stomach crying out wailing all cock drunk slurring your words while your cock pulses in his hand coming all inside your panties only further soiling them when the thick ropes leave your red cock head feeling like a release through your whole body having your balls relax a little once they’re fully emptied.

“There’s my good boy, I knew you were a sweetheart, just needed a little pounding to bring it out” Jasper kisses your neck sucking on the red marks using his canines to pinch the skin letting go York your cock and slamming into you harder becoming less in rhythm and more desperate to get off.

You can feel his balls drawling up when they press against your ass, his veins rubbing more prominent against your inner walls having you biting your bottom lip with your toes curling in your heels while he thrusts one more time inside you piling out with a loud gasp “o-h fuck [name] feel what you do to me?” He asks shuddering behind you fucking between your spit slick ass cheeks letting his cock nudge your rim but never actually pushing in.

The next thing you know hot ropes of cum pump out spewing all over your hole getting between your cheeks feeling the hot liquid running down your arch getting on your back and your skirt practically coating you like he meant it. “Thought you were pretty before but admit seeing you covered in my cum makes you even prettier”

He lifts his head from your neck whispering the words out to you before slipping his hands from under you and massaging the cum all over your body rubbing your cheeks down with it slipping two slickened fingers inside you again playing with you before pulling out.

“Let me have a date baby, I promise I can treat you so good, I’ll be so sweet to you I’ll be s’much better than your ex was” he whispers to you cooing like a snake in the garden of Eden ready to tempt you into his sinful world. “You’re fucking crazy Jasper” you huff lifting your head laying now lifting yourself up on your elbows with your body aching from the rough fucking you just took, his hand marks and imprints leaving your skin swollen.

“I’m only crazy for you, you’re the only man that makes me feel it…only wanna kiss N’ love, only wanna come on you sweetie”

[luveline]

Just re-watched the prison Reid arc and whew! Can I request post prison Reid getting to meet his new baby for the first time with a civilian reader? Like he was arrested while reader was still pregnant and she gave birth right before he got out? Maybe have a Diana cameo cause I just love her🤭

ty for requesting! fem, 1.6k

“Do you want me to take him?” 

You give Diana a grateful smile. “Is that okay?” 

Diana is reedy like Spencer, tall and skinny, but strong, too. She treads the carpet in her moccasins and holds out her arms for the baby, shushing him softly as you pass him over. You’ve had to look after her these last few weeks in a way you weren’t prepared for, but she’s looked after you in turn.

She’s almost completely lucid today. The good news has its hooks in her. 

You look out of the window again. The baby coughs in Diana’s arms, a clearing sound after feeding. If she’s gentle with him he’ll fall asleep before Spencer gets home. You aren’t sure what to do, let him sleep or wake him. What would Spencer want? 

I want to come home, he’d said, choked up over the phone, so badly. I’m so sorry. 

“Are you sure you won’t call him Walter?” Diana asks. “Spencer likes that one.” 

“I’m sure, Diana. He liked Jasper, so…” You bite the tip of your tongue until it aches, refusing to cry again. “So I went with Jasper. I hope he doesn’t mind.” 

That morning when Emily told you he was coming home, you cried like you’ve never, ever cried. So hard that the baby woke up in his cot across the room and cried with you. 

You’d cried a lot after Spencer was arrested, and worse when he was imprisoned. You cried like a baby the day you went into labour because you knew you’d have to do it alone, when Spencer promised he’d be there with you, that you wouldn’t have to do any of the scary parts alone. 

It didn’t take long to stop. You’d grabbed Jasper with your cheeks soaked in tears and rubbed his back, that small stretch of warmth under your hand like a lifeline. In a way, Jasper being Spencer’s has made this easier. You’ve had a part of him. It just wasn’t enough to get over missing him. Every bit of joy —you have a baby now, your beautiful boy— has been swiftly followed with an aching sort of grief. Spencer missed his first cry, first bath, the very first time he opened his eyes. You can’t go back. 

“They said three.” 

Diana doesn’t seem concerned. She’s missed Spencer as much as you have, and you know her worry for him has made her more poorly than she’d otherwise be most days, but the baby helps. “I’m gonna find his bear,” she says. 

You bend down, trying to see the corner of the street through the window. Then you remember the last time you left her alone in the kitchen and flinch. “Hey, Diana?” you call. 

She’s checking the drawers for the bear. You’re not sure why she thinks the bear would be there, but perhaps that’s where she put it. “Can I make you a cup of tea or something?” you ask her. 

“You’re spying on me.” 

“Spying implies you don’t know what I’m doing.” 

She pats the baby’s back. “I can see why you and Spencer get along.” 

It’s a little more than getting along. 

She finds Jasper’s bear atop the bread bin, sitting at the kitchen table with him, the bear sat across from him, though Jasper’s already sleeping again. 

You put the stovetop kettle on to boil and realise with a start that you can make Spencer a cup of tea at the same time. Your smile is unfailing, then. He really is coming home. The kettle begins whining while you recover his favourite mug from the cabinet, untouched the entire time he was gone. 

“How many sugars today?” you ask. 

“Was that the door?” 

“What?” You’re putting the mug down before you can compute. 

“Angel?” 

You feel a rush of emotion all over at the sound of his voice. You try to call back to him, but you don’t manage anything more than a catching gasp as you push out of the kitchen and find him at the door. Right there at the end of the hall. 

Pale, tall. Arms already opening, half a step as you run at him. He doesn’t complain when your chest knocks against his. He doesn’t say anything at all. 

“Hi,” you breathe, pressing your nose to his shoulder. Your eyes stay open —it’s like panic without the fear. He’s really here in your arms. 

He squeezes you tightly. So tight you can’t breathe for a second. Then he gentles, his hands rubbing up and down your back out of sync, face falling into yours. 

In the kitchen, Jasper makes a croaky crying sound, a stirring Diana calms immediately. 

You attempt to pull away. Spencer will want to see Jasper, of course. He hadn’t met his own son. It was all he could talk about for weeks before he went away, and yet—

Spencer just rubs your back. After another half a minute like that, he asks, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” You clear your throat.

“Yeah? No one would tell me anything specific, I was worried you might not be alright.” 

“Everything went fine.” He holds you to his chest. He smells like cheap soap. “I didn’t– it was really okay. He was easy, like he knew I couldn’t handle any complications.” 

“And he–?”

You recognise the undercurrent in his voice. It’s the same thing you felt when they put Jasper on your chest for the first time. “He’s perfect.”

“All ten fingers?” 

You pull away. Immediately, Spencer’s taking your face into two hands, his eyes pouring into yours with an intensity that worries you. “He has all his fingers and toes,” you say quietly, “how about you? How’s your leg?” 

He doesn’t seem to be able to answer. Jasper makes another noise and Diana’s chair creaks. You turn with Spencer’s hand on your side, watching as she brings Jasper to the door. 

“Spencer,” Diane says, like she just saw him yesterday, “you’re late.” 

“Sorry, mom.” 

He always sounds younger when he talks to her. 

“Will you take the baby? I was just making some tea,” she says. 

Spencer nods but doesn’t move. 

“I’ll take him.” You kiss Spencer on the cheek. Remember you haven’t for weeks and kiss him again. “It’s okay.” 

You hold your arms out and take Jasper against your chest. Spencer takes a step forward, stops, hesitating, but when you turn to him with a comforting smile the band holding him back snaps. He crosses the room, breath pulled like he’d stopped as he cranes his head to see his baby. 

“Three weeks old today,” you say softly, tipping Jasper back so Spencer can see his face. “He missed his daddy, you know.” 

“You can’t know that.” 

“Of course I can. I’m his mom, Spencer… And who wouldn’t miss you?”

Spencer shakes his head gently, reaching out to caress Jasper’s full cheek. 

“Jasper,” Spencer says. 

“He’s been a great baby so far. Doesn’t give me much trouble. He cries all night, of course… but all babies do. He goes down after a while. I’ve–” You swallow the heat of missing Spencer like a barb dragging against the inside of your throat. “Told him you’re coming home. I told him every day, I promise.” 

“M’sorry,” he says, pained. 

“I know, Spence.” You nudge him. “Time to hold him, honey.” 

He’s more eager than you thought. It’s almost like he’s worried you won’t let him have the baby, but it’s like you told him on the phone: Spencer made a stupid mistake, and you still love him. He never should’ve been going back and forth like that, but you get why he did. Wouldn’t you want Jasper, one day, to care about you in the same way Spencer loves his mother? You forgave him the moment he apologised. 

“It’s alright,” you say, slotting Jasper from your arms to his, guiding his hand behind Jasper’s delicate neck. “Just hold him. He missed you.” 

Spencer sniffles. “I missed him too,” he says. 

“I know.” 

Diana realises eventually that Spencer being home is a big deal. It’s not her fault, not understanding, but the new baby, her relocation again, her nurse barely gone, and Spencer’s sudden homecoming, it’s probably too much to deal with. She finds you, Spencer, and Jasper on the couch in the living room and frowns at him heartily. “You won’t hug your own mother?” she asks.

“You’ll have to hug me around the baby,” he says, sorry. 

She agrees to this without fuss. She caresses his cheek as he’d done for Jasper as she pulls away. 

“Thank you for helping out, mom,” he says. 

“It was all Y/N, Spencer. You know mothers. We’re strong.” 

Spencer looks at Jasper, still sleeping, and then to you, a shade of adoring in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “I know,” he says. 

You curl into his side and take a breath. For the first time in weeks, you let your body relax, finding it sorer and angrier than you’d left it the last time you had the chance to check in. 

Spencer brings the side of your face to his lips to kiss your weary cheek.