#Spencer Funke

[annasunna]

Семья Функе 20 лет спустя. Близнецы Спенсер и Ирен выпускаются из университета и возвращаются в родительский дом.

Спенсер учился посредственно, уделяя больше времени свиданиям и вечеринкам. За время учебы он так и не выбрал себе спутницу, но развил максимальный интерес к науке, показывая девушкам ночное небо и подбирая им витиеватые научные комплименты)

Несмотря на стремление к увлечениям, Спенсер хочет стать шеф-поваром и сразу после выпуска мечтает выйти на работу. Конечно, в интернете не было подходящих вакансий. отец подсказал обратиться в Ратушу.

Специалист Центра занятости населения не выразил симпатии к молодому соискателю, однако работу найти помог.

Спенсер начинает трудовой путь с должности официанта (и это после колледжа по специальности! надо было лучше учиться))

[freekzout]

@richstupidstoner 🌞

"dude. live a little. use a twizzler as a straw."

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 1

[xo-zizi]

Ok but being serious now. I didn’t expect to be defending Spencer in the way that I’m about to but the way everybody just shows up at his place, all up in his face to help them save something yet again is annoying. Like oh yeah sorry for your loss we love Coach Baker but what you doing about GAU? Hello??? Is that not a tad insensitive?

[rhythmislifeandlifeisrhythm]

[spilladabalia]

Keith Emerson ''I'm A Man''

[winwoodcompletist]

A Super FUNKY “FEELIN’ ALRIGHT”…

[radiophd]

jim spencer -- take her by the hand

[doompatus]

TRACY SPENCER deux LP

[c-40]

A-T-2 433 I'm simply having a Britfunk Britfunk Britfunk

A round up of the remaining britfunk tracks released in 1982 I'd like to share

I-Level - Give Me Give Me was a hit both sides of the Atlantic and this is the American remix by John Luongo. Give Me the basis for Sandy Kerr's Thug Rock (A-T-2 393)

Spencer Jones - How High (Instrumental) written by Andy Sojka with regular writing partner Richard de Jongh. It came out on Andy Sojka's Elite label in the UK and was picked up by Next Plateau in the US and various labels across Europe. The vocal is also wonderful

Paul Robinson - Come On Sister Paul Robinson is probably better know for his reggae recordings. Emotional Rescue have been reissuing King & City singles https://emotional-rescue.bandcamp.com/album/come-on-sister

Kabbala - Ashewo Ara cult classic by Ghanian brothers Michael and Isaac Osapanin living in London, UK. Idjut Boys did a re-edit of this years ago. Now licensed to ZR Records https://zrecords.bandcamp.com/track/ashewo-ara-original

Unlimited Source - Nicoca Nicola jazz funker reissued by Backatcha

Atmosphere - Magic Bullets Atmosphere are best known for the all timer (Dancing In) Outerpace, this is an oddity found on the b side of A Norma Lewis record released on Jive in collaboration with Elite Records sub label Challenge. Elite owner Andy Sojka who co-wrote and produced How High above was a member of Atmosphere, he also co-wrote and produced Xtra Special in 1982 (A-T-2 187)

La Famille - Dancer La Famille's disco hit. Known for having Caron Wheeler as a member, she's actually on backing vocals here and it's Claudia Fontaine on lead. Both singers are from a lovers/reggae background

Phil Ramocon - Take A Trip (Edit) unfortunately the dub version isn't available on yt so here's a modern edit

Linda Taylor - You And Me Just Started (Club Mix) another track by a british artist that was picked up by a US label, this time Prelude. Linda Taylor is a session singer and the vocal version is ace, well worth seeking out because I'm sharing the instrumental here. You And Me Just Started was written and produced by owner of Groove Production, Chris Palmer

Norma Lewis - I'm Into Your Love Into Your Love this isn't the Norma Lewis track that has Atmosphere on the b side, that's The Feeling Is Killing Me which is actually a lovers rock reggae track. This is Norma Lewis's second single and it's a nice little boogie number, she would go Hi-NRG

[ddejavvu]

could you please write one where it's an established relationship and Spencer is too focused on the reader sitting across from him because she's got new hair/makeup/clothes, up to you. And she catches him staring so she kisses his cheek with something like "eyes on work, doctor" and walks away and Morgan and Emily snicker when her lipstick's left on his cheek PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE could you write this one mei? 👉👈🥺

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You suppose it's your fault for having used your new set of nails so distractingly the night before. After all, why wouldn't Spencer have visions of a mere twelve hours ago, when those same french tips had been wrapped delicately wrapped around his stiff cock, ghosting along the soft skin of his belly, and nestled into the heated flesh of his balls.

"Reid," Prentiss calls, intent on wringing out his brain like a sponge to find an answer to the obscure question she's thinking of. He doesn't respond, still staring blankly at your nails.

"Reid," She tries again, tracking his eyeline. JJ's attention has been called now, because it's rare that Spencer is unfocused. She notices the same thing that Prentiss does, and you share a cheeky grin with the BAU ladies before tapping your nails on your desktop.

The clicking sounds snap Spencer out of his funk and you're equal parts amused and endeared by his immediate blush, like someone spilled pink pain over his cheeks and it had spread uncontrollably. It streaks down his neck and up his ears, but he tries maintaining some semblance of composure when he blinks up at you.

"Hm?"

"Prentiss wanted to ask you something," You speak over the girls' giggles, and he flounders in trying to straighten out the paperwork on his desk. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, tie suddenly too tight for his flushed skin to make contact with, and you take your leave so that he'll be able to offer her his undivided attention.

You use the time that it takes her to stop snickering with JJ, grabbing your empty coffee mug and taking Spencer's own in your other hand. You make for the kitchenette to refill them, dipping down to press a kiss to Spencer's cheek before you leave.

"Get your head out of the gutter, pretty boy," You croon, biting your tongue to stop your lips from lifting in a smile at the way Emily and JJ shriek over the kiss mark you'd left on his cheek.

[freekzout]

@richstupidstoner cont. from x

the cop escorting the redhead is no amateur. he leads the funke to his holding cell by walking ahead of him, which creates the false impression that this hooligan is important; even kingly. it's a small price to pay: the cop knows better than to walk behind him.

they all know better around here.

"good luck," the pig grunts. he's talking to spencer.

funke offers a nod of acknowledgement to his cellmate, taking both full and no notice of the hand protecting the other's nose. he drops heavily onto the opposite end of the wooden bench and fingers the pockets on his camo pants for a loose cigarette.

"me?" he stretches out his legs, crossing one foot over the other. the man embodies leisure. he clicks his tongue. "social justice. although that's not what they'd say. hey, you got somethin' in your eye?"

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 1

[softdoctorreid]

warm hugs | spencer reid

summary: another agent makes a comment about spencer’s ‘dad-bod’, but how can he want to change that when being a dad is his favorite thing? anon requested platonic dad-bod spence whose kid says he’s comfy like a teddy bear 🥺🧸

• mentions of body image, food

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When your name lit up on his phone, it was a welcome sight in the midst of a day that had Spencer feeling down. “Spence, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I’m gonna be stuck at work a little later today. Could you pick Lily up from school?”

“Of course. Is everything okay?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of the empty office he’d taken refuge in.

“Yeah, just a last-minute meeting, it’s all good. How about I pick up some dinner and dessert on the way home as a treat?” He hesitated, and while he was the profiler in the relationship, you’d gotten good at reading him over the years. “Babe, is everything okay with you? You’ve never thought about turning down something sweet before.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, trying to backpedal. “I don’t know, it was just a stupid comment another agent made.”

“What did they say?”

“Just pointing out that I don’t look the way I did a few years ago. Something about domesticity and putting on weight.”

Agent Hill had once been an assistant agent around the BAU bullpen until his transfer up to the New York Office. A training seminar had him back in the area for the first time in years, and he’d popped by Quantico to make a round of reunions. While he was chatting with everyone and making quips, he’d locked eyes on Spencer. “SSA Reid,” he’d said. “Haven’t seen you in a while! Looks like there’s a little more of you to see, huh? Domestic life must be treating you well.”

Spencer knew it was meant to be some sort of joke, but it didn’t lessen the way he felt suddenly too much, too conscious of the little extra weight he’d been carrying around his midsection since their daughter Lily had been a baby. It wasn’t something that normally bothered him, but then again it wasn’t something other people normally commented on, outside of you resting your head on his tummy and waxing poetic about how comfortable he was.

Spencer pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he drove to the school. Lily was always a welcome distraction from whatever he was ruminating on, but the way the four-year old was frowning in the backseat demanded particular attention. Her answers about her day were short and vague, unlike her usual cheerful self. It wasn’t until they got home that he finally got her to admit what was on her mind.

“I just wanted to finish my book during nap time, but Teacher got mad at me and she said I wasn’t allowed. The she took it for the rest of the day. It wasn’t fair,” she grumbled. “I just wanted to read my book!”

Spencer would talk to her later about rules, and maybe try to get permission from her teacher to let her read instead, but that could wait. Right now he just needed to get his little girl out of this funk.

“So you had a bad day, huh? And you’ve got some bad feelings now?”

Lily nodded, sticking out her lip in a perfect pout.

“Then I guess it’s up to me to turn that frown…” - he snatched her up in his arms, maneuvering her over his shoulder - “upside down!” Holding tight to her he spun them around until she was giggling, her little feet flailing, hands clutching at his sweater.

The moment he dropped her back onto the couch he began to tickle her, ensuring her laughter had no chance to subside. When she seemed to have tired herself out from laughing he finally let up. “That’s much better, isn’t it?” he asked. “I like seeing your smile. So tell me, what would help make these bad feelings go away?”

Lily thought for a moment, pressing her lips together in a thin line the exact way her father did when he was deep in concentration. “Can we make brownies? And maybe watch the Elsa movie?”

“Of course we can.” Both tasks had once been a challenge for him, but he’d learned to make a box mix without burning the house down over the years, and had long since surrendered to the fact that he could not escape the endless loop of children’s movies. While Frozen was ingrained in his memory after the first watch, he learned to tolerate the repeat watches and soundtrack plays for the joy it brought to his daughter. She in fact treated him to her own rendition of the songs while they stirred the brownie mix, her energetic demeanor returning as he probed her with questions about the movie’s characters and what was happening in her favorite books. Just before he placed them in the oven, she insisted on adding handfuls of brightly colored sprinkles into the mix, saying it was a magic ingredient.

Lily insisted on changing into a pair of pajamas with Anna and Elsa on them while Spencer set up a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the living room couch. He started the movie while the brownies baked, slipping away to take them out of the oven while Anna sang about the impending coronation. With one brownie on a plate and two cups of hot cocoa, he returned to her side on the couch. “Here you are, princess,” he said with a small bow, placing the plate in front of her.

“Where’s yours?” Lily asked.

“Oh, I’ll have one later,” he lied. “After all, princesses have first dibs.” The truth was he hadn’t stopped thinking about Agent Hill’s comment. Maybe it was time to get back in shape, shed the new-dad weight he’d never quite lost. That would mean cutting back on sugar - his favorite of the food groups - and the time he spent lying on the couch instead of hitting the gym.

Lily inched close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her head resting on the top of his tummy. Spencer pulled the blanket up over her and draped an arm around her. It was his job to make her feel better, but cuddling with her on the couch was helping to dispel his own sour mood as well.

 “I think Olaf would like your hugs, Papa,” she told him. “You give the best hugs.”

“Is that right?” he asked.

She nodded, the movement tugging his shirt. “Yeah. I like hugging you. You’re soft.” That kernel of shame swelled up again at the comment only a child could make with such innocent bluntness. “And warm. Good for snuggling. You’re like a teddy bear! I love teddies, but I love you better, Papa.” As if for emphasis, she squeezed him in a tighter hug.

That bit of shame immediately began to melt at her words. Lily continued, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Cuz you can do all the things a teddy can’t, and you make brownies with me and you carry me when I’m tired and you’re the most comfy ever. That’s why your hugs are magic.”

They sat on the couch, Lily enraptured by the movie on the screen, and Spencer ruminating over her words. Warm, soft, good for snuggling. Wasn’t that what you were always saying too?

“Papa, are you going to eat a brownie?” Lily asked. “I put the sprinkles in so they’d be extra good!” The puppy dog-eyed pout was another expression she’d picked up from him, and he just couldn’t resist this time. Maybe he didn’t need to. He ventured back into the kitchen, returning with three brownies on the plate. She watched as he took the first bite.

“You’re right!” he told her. “These are the best brownies I’ve ever had!” And they certainly were when saying so produced such a huge smile on Lily’s face. She returned to her position snuggling up with him and he was content to indulge in the sweet treats before them. So maybe it wouldn’t help with the problem of his tummy, but maybe it wasn’t such a problem after all. How could it be when that softness was something his daughter and partner found endearing? If his hugs could make Lily happier and eating desserts was a moment he could share with her, why would he want to change that?

His body was proof of the thing he was proudest of in his life - being a dad. A dad who was always there, who loved lazy weekends snuggled up with his family and treating Lily to sweets she always offered to share with him. He loved that he was someone his daughter felt safe with, that his arms could offer comfort on the bad days and the good days and all the days in-between. 

When you returned home, you found them like that on the couch watching the end of the movie, Spencer caught red-handed with a brownie in his hand. Lily rushed over to greet you with a hug, happily babbling about her day as Spencer quickly finished the brownie before walking over to join you.

Distracted by the closing credits, Lily wandered back to the couch to sing along while Spencer welcomed you home with a kiss.

“Mm, you taste like chocolate. So you’re not still upset about that comment today?” you asked.

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t want to cut out the things that make life sweeter. Lily says my tummy makes me good to hug. Like a teddy bear. How could I give that up?”

You smiled. “She’s right, of course. I mean, I liked hugging you even when you were practically a bean pole. But you are much more comfortable with a little extra padding.” You gave his belly an encouraging pat. “And it’s nice to have more of you to hold onto.”

So his cardigans were a size larger these days, and he had to buckle his belts a couple notches looser than he had before. But those were signs his life had changed, his world had grown, filled by the presence of so much love and sweetness. Maybe there was a little more of him now, but he didn’t care so long as he had a little more to love in his life.

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tell me what you think here!

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

I determined this by a roll. Caden is the lucky Sim and gets a knitting basket, in his favourite colour. Maybe he’ll be joining Agnes in the village square as she cross-stitches?

We add an easel to the lot which turns out to be less popular than the Watcher anticipated.

Another day, another pixel that despises cooking. And what’s this occurring in Moojito’s shed? Spencer! You’re supposed to be an IRRESPONSIBLE Sim - not that we’re complaining.

Piper rejects Avery’s cooking in favour of some grilled eggplant (and seems to be having a better time), while Caden receives a hug from our main girlie.

For some reason in spite of the general bonhomie of everyone else, she’s in a bit of a funk today so we leave it to GOOD traited Spencer to lend reassurances while Pauline looks on encouragingly.

Then she refuses an embrace from him. Yikes. 

Even though Lilac’s in a strange mood, she’s bringing all the attraction alerts to the yard.

In spite of last night’s party pooper Patchy in the background - not to mention Piper’s hand going through the back of Avery’s head - I think that everyone’s outside for some fresh country air and wholesome bonding time. But Lilac evidently had another kind of bondage in mind, and makes Avery an offer that they can’t refuse.

Evidently it was just ‘hugs’ that she wasn’t in the mood for today.

We’re going off-site today so with our bachelorette occupied, chore montage hour kicks off early. Spencer and Pauline were our gardeners, Aubrey fished, and Lilac eventually took care of Moojito with her job much easier thanks to Spencer.

The second to have his embrace spurned is Caden, who is so embarrassed that he goes upstairs to cry in the closet. I make him play chess for a skill building activity, while Piper swims.

No Aubrey, you cannot 'attempt to swipe' from your own residence. Just hang in there a few more minutes.

For this household’s mini competition to see who gets a solo date with the bachelorette, we are putting our singing pipes to use! Doubtless anticipating the humiliation that awaits, our pixels are very reluctant to go inside. 

Even the promise of nectar isn’t sufficient to lure them, so the Watcher temporarily sacrifices her screencaps and activates the social club.

Oh hey, it’s Lilac’s old buddy Jacques. Who takes the opportunity to steal Avery's drink.

Caden and Lilac are looking like a couple on date night until they’re joined by Lilac’s crush Avery - then Aubrey disrupts the mood as only a KLEPTOMANIAC sim can, attempting to swipe the… wall graffiti.

Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t work. I love Klepto sims.

When’s a better time to sing in public then after some failed theft embarrassment? Everyone is at such a low level of singing that we can only do that one country ballad. Pauline and Piper take it outside, while Caden discovers what many femme sims have known for decades and that the bathroom is the perfect place to make a new friend.

Caden must have received some encouragement from the toilet bot, as he becomes inspired and is the first sim to reach Level 2.

(part ii coming soon! when canva is back up)

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[anniebeemine]

Bad Idea, Right?- s.r. x fem!reader

I saw Olivia Rodrigo in concert a while back. In the middle of Vampire, my ex (who I had been seeing on/off for months) called during it, which was insane because I was literally screaming my little heart out during the entire concert.

warnings: vague-ish smut, not super descriptive, Spencer is lowkey kind of a douchebag

You were sitting at your usual table in the café, surrounded by the chatter of your friends. The smell of coffee and pastries filled the air, and the conversation was lively, with everyone catching up on the latest gossip. But your mind was elsewhere, focused on the small device in your hand under the table.

You quickly typed out a message to Spencer, something light-hearted, trying to make him smile in between whatever work was keeping him away this time. It had been a few days since you’d last heard from him, and while you understood that his job could be demanding, it still tugged at your heart whenever the silence stretched too long.

Spencer had a habit of disappearing, of dropping off the face of the earth with no explanation, ignoring your calls and messages for what felt like an eternity. You’d spend days worrying, wondering if something had happened to him, if he was okay, if he was ever going to come back. And then, just when you’d start to resign yourself to the idea that maybe this time he wouldn’t, your phone would ring, and there he’d be, like nothing had ever happened.

He’d apologize, sometimes, for being gone so long, but there was always an underlying assumption that you understood. And you did. You knew his job was important, that the work he did saved lives, and that it wasn’t something he could just walk away from whenever he felt like it. But understanding didn’t make it easier. It didn’t stop the ache in your chest when you reached out for him in the night and found only an empty space.

And yet, every time he called, you’d go running back to him. The moment you heard his voice on the other end of the line, all the frustration, the anger, the loneliness—it would all melt away. You’d drop everything to be with him, to spend whatever time he had to give, whether it was a few hours or a few days. You’d soak up every minute, storing up the memories to get you through the next time he disappeared.

As you hit send, Jacqueline, your closest friend, caught sight of your secretive behavior. She narrowed her eyes, her expression turning into a knowing look. Before you could react, she reached over and snatched the phone from your hand, holding it up like she’d just caught you doing something scandalous.

Your friends didn’t understand. They saw the toll it took on you, the way you’d light up when he was around, only to fall into a funk when he vanished again. They’d tell you that you deserved better, that you shouldn’t put up with someone who treated you like an afterthought. But they didn’t know Spencer the way you did. They didn’t see the way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world when you were together. They didn’t know how it felt to be loved by him, even if that love came in pieces, scattered across time.

“Don’t tell me you’re texting Spencer again,” she said, exasperation evident in her tone. “You know you deserve better than someone who dumps and ignores you for weeks at a time.”

There was more to Jacqueline’s irritation than just concern for you; it was almost like she had a personal vendetta against Spencer. You’d noticed it before, the way her mood would shift whenever his name was mentioned, her face tightening, her tone hardening. It wasn’t just that she thought you deserved better—she genuinely seemed to dislike him, almost as if she had a grudge against him.

At first, you thought it was just protectiveness, that Jacqueline was being the fiercely loyal friend she’d always been. But as time went on, it became clear that her feelings towards Spencer went beyond that. She’d make snide comments whenever you talked about him, questioning his intentions, his commitment, even his character. She’d remind you of all the times he’d disappeared without a word, leaving you to wonder where he was and if he was even thinking about you. And each time he reappeared, she’d roll her eyes, muttering under her breath about how predictable it all was.

The other girls at the table exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, while others tried to focus on their drinks, not wanting to get involved in the conversation.

To her, it was black and white: either he was there for you, or he wasn’t. And when he wasn’t, she took it as a personal slight, as though his absence was a reflection of how much—or how little—he cared about you. She’d been there to pick up the pieces too many times, listening to you vent your frustrations, wiping away your tears when the silence stretched too long. And in her mind, it was Spencer’s fault, plain and simple.

“You know, it’s not healthy,” she continued, her voice growing more insistent as she held your phone out of reach. “This back-and-forth, this constant waiting around for him to decide he wants to be a part of your life again. It’s toxic, and it’s not fair to you. You deserve someone who’s going to be there, consistently, without all this drama.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. You knew your friends meant well, but they didn’t understand the intricacies of your relationship with Spencer. His job was demanding—more demanding than most people could ever imagine. It wasn’t easy, but you knew what you signed up for when you fell in love with him.

You sighed, feeling the familiar tug of guilt and defensiveness. You knew she was coming from a place of love, but it was hard not to feel cornered, like she was forcing you to choose between your relationship with Spencer and your friendship with her. Gently, you reached out and took your phone back from Jacqueline, giving her a soft smile. “It’s no one, just my mom,” you lied smoothly, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

Jacqueline gave you a skeptical look but didn’t push further. “I just want what’s best for you, you know that, right?”

“I know,” you said, nodding. “And I appreciate it, really. But it’s nothing to worry about.”

The conversation slowly shifted away from Spencer, back to lighter topics, but your mind remained on him. You glanced down at your phone under the table, seeing the little dots on the screen that indicated Spencer was typing a response. Your heart fluttered, a mix of excitement and worry.

It wasn’t easy defending your relationship to people who didn’t fully understand, but you knew the truth. Spencer cared deeply about you, and despite the long absences and the sometimes agonizing silences, you wouldn’t trade what you had with him for anything.

As your friends continued to talk around you, you discreetly checked the message that had just come through from Spencer. His words were brief, but they carried a warmth that only you could feel:

Miss you more than you know. Can't wait to see you. Talk soon.

You smiled softly at the screen, feeling a surge of affection for the man who might not always be there, but who was always worth waiting for.

You stood outside Spencer’s apartment, the cool night air nipping at your skin as you debated whether to knock. This was a bad idea—no, a terrible idea. You knew it, your friends knew it, and yet, here you were.

When Spencer had texted you earlier that evening, a simple "Hey, you up?" flashed across your screen. You had stared at it, your thumb hovering over the screen as your mind raced. The rational part of you screamed to ignore it, to turn off your phone, and pretend you never saw it. You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t keep doing this, that you wouldn’t let him pull you back in with a few words and the hope of something more.

And so, you did ignore it—for about ten minutes. You put your phone down, focused on the Netflix show you’d been watching, and tried to convince yourself that you were perfectly fine without answering him. You even grabbed a bag of chips, convincing yourself that you were more interested in a snack than the man on the other side of the screen.

But the distraction didn’t last long. You kept glancing at your phone, wondering if he was still waiting for a reply, if he’d sent another message, maybe something more enticing, something that would justify your breaking the silence. After another fifteen minutes of staring at the screen and tossing back and forth on the couch, you caved. You told yourself you were just going to see what else he’d said, but the moment you opened his message, the pull became too strong to resist.

Your resolve crumbled as you told yourself that it wouldn’t hurt to put on something a little nicer than your old pajama pants. After all, it wasn’t like you were planning to actually go to his place. But then you found yourself in front of your mirror, touching up your makeup, fixing your hair, and picking out an outfit that you knew Spencer liked. You told yourself that you were just making yourself feel better, that it was for you, not for him.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and you were out the door, keys in hand, your heart beating faster with each step you took. Your friends are right. You deserve more than a booty call and breakfast. You kept telling yourself that you were just going for a drive, that you weren’t really going to his apartment, that you could turn around at any moment and go back home.

But you didn’t. You drove to his place, parked outside, and now, here you were, standing in front of his door, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you hesitated. You knew this was a mistake, that you should just turn around and go home, but the pull was too strong, the need to see him, to feel his arms around you, was overpowering.

Your hand hovered in the air, ready to knock, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The rational part of you was still screaming, still telling you to walk away, but the rest of you, the part that had been yearning for him, that had missed him despite everything, was winning.

You didn’t hesitate any longer. The door opened before you even finished the second knock, and there he was, standing in the doorway, looking as conflicted as you felt.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft and hesitant.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping inside before you could change your mind. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing your fate for the night.

One thing led to another, and soon enough, you were both tangled up in his sheets, the tension that had been simmering for weeks finally breaking. The world outside his apartment faded into oblivion, replaced by the heat of his touch, the way his lips moved against yours, and the feel of his skin pressed to yours. It was everything you wanted and nothing you should have.

It started slowly, the kiss deepening as the months of unspoken words and unmet desires bubbled to the surface. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you all over again. It was desperate, passionate, and tinged with the familiar ache of knowing this might be temporary, that once again, you’d be left waiting for a text, a call, something to let you know he was still there.

Spencer’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped against his mouth, the sound swallowed by his lips as he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. The connection between you was undeniable, a magnetism that neither of you could resist, no matter how hard you tried. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side before his lips were back on yours, more urgent this time. His hands followed, sliding up your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they settled on your waist, holding you tight against him.

Your own hands weren’t idle, tugging at his clothes, needing to feel his skin against yours. It was all-consuming, the need to be close to him, to feel the solid weight of his body, to know that he was real, that this was real, even if only for a fleeting moment. The rational part of your mind, the one that knew this wasn’t a solution to your problems, was drowned out by the sheer intensity of the moment.

Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, hitting the floor with soft thuds that went unnoticed as you both lost yourselves in each other. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, soft moans, and whispered names as you gave in to the pull that had brought you here in the first place. It was messy, desperate, and exactly what you both needed. When he finally laid you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, you could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. His fingers brushed your hair out of your face, and he paused, just for a second, to take in the sight of you, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths.

“You’re beautiful,” Spencer murmured, his voice rough with emotion. There was something raw in the way he said it, like he was baring a part of himself that he usually kept hidden.

“Spence,” you breathed, your hands reaching up to cup his face, pulling him down for another kiss. It was softer this time, more deliberate, as if you were both trying to savor the moment, to make it last.

But the intensity returned quickly, the kiss deepening as he settled between your legs, his hands finding yours and lacing your fingers together. He moved slowly at first, as if savoring every second, every movement, every sound that escaped your lips. His name fell from your mouth in a breathy moan, and it seemed to spur him on, his pace quickening as the need to be closer, to feel more, overwhelmed you both.

It was everything you’d been missing, everything you’d been craving, and more. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, wrapped up in each other, lost in the moment. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a reminder of why you kept coming back, why you couldn’t let him go, even when you knew it wasn’t good for you.

Time lost meaning as you moved together, your bodies instinctively finding a rhythm that felt both familiar and new. It was intoxicating, the way you moved in sync, every shift and sigh building a connection that words could never fully capture. You held onto him like he was your lifeline, the one thing that made everything else disappear, even if just for a little while.

But as you lay there afterward, your head resting on Spencer’s chest, the reality of what you’d just done started to sink in. You were too aware of the fact that this was a cycle—one that you’d been through too many times before. The rush, the euphoria, the aftermath of self-doubt. It was a pattern you knew all too well, but one you couldn’t seem to break.

Before you could start spiraling, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts. You reached for it, your heart dropping when you saw Jacqueline’s name on the screen. You knew she had probably felt something was off—she always did. You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip as you debated whether or not to answer.

Spencer must have sensed your tension, because he opened his eyes and glanced down at the phone in your hand. He saw the name on the screen and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Jacqueline?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

“Hey,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Where are you?” Jacqueline’s voice was sharp, filled with concern. “I had this weird feeling, like a disturbance or something.” She tried to cover it up with a laugh but it came out strained.

You swallowed, glancing over at Spencer, who was watching you with a knowing smirk. “I’m in bed,” you replied, technically not a lie.

Jacqueline sighed, relief flooding her voice. “Thank God. I was worried you were doing something… reckless. I just didn’t want you to regret anything.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you assured her, feeling Spencer’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. “Thanks for checking in, though.”

“Alright. Just be careful, okay?”

“I will,” you promised before hanging up.

Spencer chuckled softly beside you. “She felt a disturbance, huh? Guess I have that effect.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “They’re not exactly your biggest fans,” you admitted, turning on your side to face him.

Spencer’s smile faltered slightly, a shadow of understanding passing over his features. “I know,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to where your hand rested against his chest.

You sighed, remembering the first time the two of you had run into her. It was a chance encounter while you and Spencer were out for coffee after a night together, a rare moment when he was actually around. You’d felt a pang of guilt when you saw her, knowing you’d been caught red-handed. The disappointment on her face had been clear as day.

When Spencer had tried to introduce himself, extending a polite hand, Jacqueline had barely acknowledged him. She’d cut him off mid-sentence, uninterested in his official introduction. You could see the judgment in her eyes, the way she looked at him as though he was the very reason for every tear you’d shed. And in some ways, she wasn’t wrong.

That run-in had come just two weeks after you’d been sobbing on her couch, a tub of popcorn between you, as you poured out your heart about how he’d disappeared on you—again. She’d listened, rubbing your back, nodding sympathetically, but you could tell she was getting frustrated. She was tired of seeing you hurt, tired of seeing you pick up the pieces every time he let you down.

The second time Jacqueline had come face-to-face with Spencer had been even worse. She’d arrived unannounced at your apartment, letting herself in with the spare key you’d given her for emergencies. She found you on the couch, curled up with Spencer, your lips swollen from kissing, your hair tousled in a way that made it clear what you’d been up to.

Jacqueline’s face had turned an alarming shade of red as she realized what she was seeing. She didn’t hold back, her voice sharp and cutting as she reprimanded you right there in front of him. She begged you to have more self-respect, to stop letting yourself be hurt by someone who couldn’t even bother to answer your calls half the time. Spencer had sat there, silent, his expression unreadable, as she delivered her scathing lecture. When she’d stormed out, slamming the door behind her, the room had felt impossibly quiet.

“She doesn’t hate you,” you said, though even you knew it sounded hollow.

Spencer nodded, but the weight of Jacqueline’s disapproval still hung between you. “She cares about you,” he said finally, his voice steady. He nodded, the smirk still playing on his lips. “And yet, here you are.”

You sighed, knowing full well that he was right. This wasn’t the first time you’d ended up here, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. It was messy, complicated, and against all the advice your friends had given you. But at that moment, as you lay there with him, the warmth of his presence grounding you, none of that seemed to matter.

“Fuck it,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him. “It’s fine.”

And maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was a disaster waiting to happen, but for tonight, for right now, it was enough. Spencer pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, and you let yourself sink into the comfort of him, ignoring the voice in your head that was already screaming about tomorrow.