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I cannot be normal about season 6 Dean Winchester fighting so desperately to believe in Castiel that heās pushing back against Sam and Bobby, the two people he trusts most. Likeāthatās HUGE. That Dean, who struggles to trust people, who has been trained not to, clings so tightly to his belief in Cas, and so obviously not only feels betrayed, but hurt when Bobby and Sam are proven right. I cannot be normal about the fact that, after everything that goes down, after Cas has betrayed them and lied to them and led to evil being unleashed on the world, 7.02 Dean pulls his trenchcoat out of the lake and carries it with him as he travels, mourning his lost friend.
Dean, who has been deeply betrayed, who does not trust easily and forgives even less easily, still clings to what he has left of Cas, and still forgives him when he comes back, even before heās fixed his mistakes.
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venus observations
a leo venus is a passionate and dedicated lover - if you deserve it. the opposite energy will be presented if we believe weāre being taken advantage of because leo venus also can get the ick quite easily.
a leo venus also looooves to give gifts! the second a partner or a family member says āi wishā or āi needā leo already has the gift in their cart.
in true virgo nature, a virgo venus is pretty unwavering in their standards for a relationship. even if they choose to stay, virgo is still likely to nitpick if theyāre unhappy. itās recommended for them to look for whatās on their list and not for potential.
an aquarius venus makes such a great friend. any aqua placement is usually interested in humanity so it makes sense that theyād be fun loving and supportive and sociable (11th house).
similar to this, if your venus is in the 11th house you may want to be friends with someone before you date. you may not even realize you want a relationship with someone until you know they can be a good friend and you two have a solid bond.
a scorpio venusā love is unmatched. their love is not just passionate, itās profound, itās intense. once theyāve established that youāre their person, they canāt see anyone else. some say that scorpioās love is too much but i think the right person will feel safe and a real sense of belonging.
you cannot keep a sagittarius venus where they donāt wanna be. they canāt stay where feel stifled or codependent and they want to know that theyāre experiencing as much life as they would if they were single. a sag venus will love a partner who can love them as deeply as they do while respecting their individuality.
a capricorn venus is serious about their love and in such a romantic way. if you want someone who will plan dates, buy your outfits, introduce you to family; cap is the one for you. however capricorn will not behave this way unless they see true potential/ a future.
pisces venus can be either flighty and detached or head over heels in love. this isnāt to say that they canāt ever find a balance but it takes awareness for them. pisces also tends to place expectations on those they love and become disappointed when they fall short.
someone w/ venus in the 4th house is typically in search of a partner who will make them feel at home. often are adamant about pursuing marriage and a feeling of security more than anything.
small edit: a leo venus also loves to receive gifts! especially thoughtful ones or ones w/ sentimental value. they like to feel like you were really considering them when you bought it
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Predicting the way you might get proposed to with the help of derivative astrology šš
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In astrology, understanding the dynamics between different houses can provide insights into how significant relationship milestones, such as proposals, might occur. The 7th house is traditionally associated with partnerships, marriage, and the spouse, while the 5th house represents celebrations, romantic gestures, and joyful events.
In derivative astrology, the 5th house from the 7th house is also the 11th house. Because the 11th house is five houses away from the 7th, it can indicate how you could get proposed to as the 5th house represents celebrations and the 7th house represents partnerships.
I donāt see many people talking about it but the 11th house sign or the signs element could also indicate significant placements in your spouses birth chart (especially in their big 6)!!
Aries Rising - 11th House Aquarius š
š The proposal may take place in an unconventional, innovative setting, possibly during a social event with a group of your friends.
š Your friends could be the one who could help your spouse out with the arrangement of the proposal too! Or your spouse could literally be your best friend lol
š The gesture could be unexpected and original, possibly involving technology, a surprising twist, or a creative idea that reflects your shared vision for the future.
š You might feel excited, intrigued, and intellectually stimulated by the originality and thoughtfulness of the proposal.
š The atmosphere is likely to be lively, eccentric, and full of surprises, emphasizing freedom and individuality.
š©· For Example : Your partner might propose with the help of technology. Maybe showcasing your memories together via a video and projecting it for you to see.
Taurus Rising - 11th House
Pisces š
š The proposal may occur in a dreamy, serene environment, such as by the water, near the beach, during a spiritual gathering, or in a place that holds deep emotional significance.
š There could be a lot blues, whites, sea foam greens, lavenders or aquamarines, maybe in the decorations, surroundings or just the attires you might wear.
š The gesture could be deeply romantic, involving poetry, music, or an artistic expression that touches the soul and reflects the depth of your connection.
š You might feel emotionally moved, peaceful, and spiritually connected, sensing the profound love and understanding between you.
š The surroundings are likely to be calm, peaceful, and imbued with a sense of mysticism or otherworldliness, emphasizing the spiritual and emotional bond.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a quiet evening by a lakeside, reading a poem they wrote for you, as the sound of gentle waves adds to the romantic and ethereal atmosphere.
Gemini Rising - 11th House
Aries š
š The proposal may take place in a lively, energetic setting, such as during a spontaneous adventure, a competitive event, or a social gathering where youāre both having fun.
š Your spouse might feel extra bold and confident while planning and executing this proposal.
š The gesture could be bold and direct, possibly involving a challenge, a playful bet, or a dramatic declaration that captures the intensity of the moment.
š You might feel exhilarated, alive, and full of adrenaline, with a sense of excitement about the future and the adventures ahead.
š The surroundings are likely to be dynamic, fast-paced, and filled with activity, emphasizing the thrill and passion of the moment.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose after the two of you win a spirited race or competition together, pulling out the ring in the heat of the moment to match the adrenaline and excitement you both feel.
Cancer Rising - 11th House Taurus š
š The proposal may occur in a comfortable, luxurious environment, possibly at a private gathering, a favorite restaurant, or a place that holds sentimental value.
š Your spouse might book a very luxurious area for this proposal. It will be surely elegantāØ. Your spouse might spoil you with gifts right before they propose too.
š The gesture could be practical and thoughtful, possibly involving a beautiful gift, a shared meal, or a meaningful token that symbolizes your shared values.
š You might feel secure, cherished, and deeply loved, with a sense of being nurtured and supported.
š The surroundings are likely to be cozy, serene, and filled with beauty, emphasizing the importance of comfort and security in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a private dinner at your favorite restaurant, presenting the ring along with a dessert thatās beautifully crafted, reflecting the comfort and stability you share.
Leo Rising - 11th House
Gemini š
š The proposal may take place in a lively, social setting, such as during a party, a gathering with friends, or a spontaneous outing where youāre both having fun.
š Your siblings could help your spouse when it comes to setting up the proposal. The proposal could also occur in your neighbourhood.
š The gesture could be playful and clever, possibly involving wordplay, a riddle, or a creative idea that engages your mind and makes you smile.
š You might feel delighted, mentally stimulated, and appreciated for your intellectual connection.
š The surroundings are likely to be vibrant, dynamic, and filled with conversation, emphasizing the joy of social interaction and shared ideas.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a game night with friends, using a clever wordplay or puzzle that leads you to the final answer : their proposal lol
Virgo Rising - 11th House
Cancer š
š The proposal may occur in a nurturing, intimate setting, such as during a private gathering with close friends and family or in a place that feels like home.
š This could also mean an arranged marriage proposal too because both the families might be heavily involved in this proposal but ofc this is just one possibility but yes family might play a significant role in the arrangement and decisions.
š The gesture could be deeply caring and protective, possibly involving a heartfelt promise, a sentimental token, or a nurturing act that shows deep commitment.
š You might feel deeply loved, secure, and emotionally connected, with a sense of being cared for and cherished.
š The surroundings are likely to be cozy, warm, and filled with a sense of emotional safety, emphasizing the importance of home and family in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a cozy gathering at home with close friends, offering a sentimental family heirloom as the engagement ring to symbolize the start of your new family together.
Libra Rising - 11th House
Leo š
š The proposal may take place in a grand, elegant setting, possibly during a celebration, a party, or a public event where youāre the center of attention.
š There could be a lot of children present in the place where you might get proposed to. There will surely be a lot of lively and fun energy when the proposal happens.
š The gesture could be dramatic and romantic, possibly involving a public declaration, a creative display, or a grand romantic gesture that takes your breath away.
š You might feel adored, appreciated, and fully in your element, basking in the romance and grandeur of the moment.
š The surroundings are likely to be luxurious, vibrant, and filled with beauty, emphasizing the celebration of love and romance in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a glamorous event or party, making a grand gesture in front of all your friends with a declaration of love thatās both bold and romantic.
Scorpio Rising - 11th House
Virgo š
š The proposal may occur in a quiet, organized setting, possibly during a private dinner, a planned event, or a moment of shared service or responsibility.
š A lot of planning has gone into this proposal by your spouse. They might be anxious and nervous to propose because they want everything to go perfectly.
š The gesture could be practical and thoughtful, possibly involving a well-considered plan, a meaningful promise, or a gesture that reflects your mutual dedication.
š You might feel grounded, respected, and secure in the knowledge that your relationship is well-considered and stable.
š The surroundings are likely to be calm, orderly, and filled with a sense of purpose, emphasizing the importance of practicality and responsibility in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose after the two of you complete a shared project, perhaps during a quiet moment at home, with a meaningful ring that symbolizes your commitment and love for each other.
Sagittarius Rising - 11th House Libra š
š The proposal may take place in a harmonious, elegant setting, possibly during a cultural event, an art gallery, or a social gathering that emphasizes beauty and balance.
š You might already kind of know that you might be getting proposed to and āaccidentallyā dress fancy for the occasion š. This would most likely be a proposal done when you both are alone in a one on one setting.
š The gesture could be romantic and graceful, possibly involving a beautiful setting, a heartfelt declaration, or an artistic expression of love.
š You might feel deeply connected, cherished, and balanced, with a strong sense of partnership and mutual appreciation.
š The surroundings are likely to be refined, balanced, and filled with beauty, emphasizing the importance of harmony and elegance in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a visit to an art gallery or museum, where they surprise you with a private exhibit featuring something meaningful to both of you, ending with the proposal in a beautifully designed setting.
Capricorn Rising - 11th House Scorpio š
š The proposal may occur in a private, intense setting, possibly during a deep conversation, a shared secret, or in a place that holds personal significance.
š You might have an inkling that you are about to be proposed to. Your intuition will guide you for sure but yet again you arenāt 100% sure so you just remain skeptical lol.
š The gesture could be intense and transformative, possibly involving a symbolic act, a meaningful promise, or a gesture that reflects the deep emotional bond between you.
š You might feel deeply moved, passionate, and intensely connected, sensing the profound depth of commitment.
š The surroundings are likely to be private, intense, and filled with a sense of mystery, emphasizing the emotional intensity and transformation in your relationship.
š©· For Example: Your partner might propose during a private moment, perhaps at a secluded spot that holds deep meaning for both of you, with a gesture thatās emotionally powerful and symbolic of the transformative journey youāre on together.
Aquarius Rising - 11th House Sagittarius š
š The proposal may take place in an adventurous, exciting setting, possibly during a travel experience, an outdoor activity, or a gathering with friends who share your love of exploration.
š There is a high possibility that you get proposed to on vacation or you might think that the proposal is just a joke and laugh it off because you arenāt sure if this is fr or not š
š The gesture could be spontaneous and full of optimism, possibly involving a shared adventure, a daring act, or a gesture that reflects your shared enthusiasm for life.
š You might feel thrilled, free, and full of excitement, with a sense of boundless possibilities and optimism about the future.
š The surroundings are likely to be lively, dynamic, and filled with a sense of adventure, emphasizing the joy and freedom in your relationship.
š©· Example: Your partner might propose during a hike, or a long walk on the beach, a party with loud music and lots of people, a tourist spot maybe.
Pisces Rising - 11th House Capricorn š
š The proposal may take place in a formal, structured setting, possibly during a professional event, at a significant landmark, or in a place that symbolizes long-term commitment and tradition.
š This is also giving arranged marriage vibesļæ½ļæ½, I mean itās just a possibility. Your spouse could be significantly older than you for sure (dilfš?)
š The gesture could be serious and meaningful, possibly involving a well-thought-out plan, a family heirloom, or a gesture that emphasizes stability and long-term goals.
š You might feel a deep sense of security, maturity, and seriousness about the future, appreciating the commitment and dedication your partner is showing.
š The surroundings are likely to be elegant, grounded, and filled with a sense of tradition or formality, emphasizing the importance of responsibility and commitment in your relationship.
š©· Example: This reminds me of those rich CEO kdrama leads who go out of their way to propose. For instance writing āwill you marry meā in the sky with the help of some lights or smoke haha. Very fancy for sure!
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Can you write a fic (I was thinking about max but you can do any driver really) where the reader and the driver are best friends to lovers in the early days of the drivers career. The reader supported the driver through it all and wants nothing more but for them to succeed. As the drivers career really starts to kick off, the reader falls pregnant. When the driver finds out, (thinking of max here) he thinks he's going to be a terrible father and gets nervous thinking how he may ruin a whole life, he suggests getting rid of the baby and the reader thinks it's cause of his career, tells him she respects the fact that he doesn't want the baby, but she's going to keep it. ANGSTY please
-losing you to trauma-
summary : max is to unsure to have children, to stay with you and raise your daughter...
PAIRING: max verstappen x fem!reader
WARNINGS : max leaving reader, angst
note : as i'm a girl of a single mother, whose father did almost the exact same thing, it hurts. But i hope that you still like it!
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Max Verstappen's Formula One career was just beginning to take off. He was young, talented, and driven, with an intensity that made his presence felt on the track and off it.
His best friend, you, since childhood, had always been there, cheering him on from the sidelines, through every victory and defeat, every celebration and heartbreak.
You both shared a bond that was unbreakable, an understanding that didn't need words. You had seen Max's potential long before the rest of the world, had believed in him when he was just a boy with a dream and a passion for racing.
And after time, you two had become a couple. A happy one, both driven by the drill of driving and passion. But as Max's career soared, so did the distance between you both. Not in your hearts, but in the time you could spend together.
You understood; you had always known that Max was destined for greatness, and you were content to support him from the background. You never complained, never asked for more than what he could give.
Your relationship had evolved quietly. What started as innocent hand-holding during tough times in your racing careers became something deeper, more profound.
It wasn't long before you crossed the threshold from best friends to lovers, a natural progression that felt right for both of you. You didn't need to label it; you simply knew you belonged together.
But then, life threw the both of you a curveball. You found yourself staring at a positive pregnancy test, the weight of the world suddenly resting on your shoulders. You knew this would change everything, for both.
When told Max, his reaction was far from what you hoped for. Instead of joy, there was fear in his eyes. He looked at you, his face pale and his hands shaking, and said, "I can't do this. I don't know how to be a father. I'll ruin everything. Maybe we should... maybe we should consider not having the baby."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. You had expected hesitation, but not this. Not the suggestion to get rid of the life you had created together. Tears welled up in your eyes, but fought them back.
You needed to be strong, for yourself and for the baby.
"Is this about your career?" you asked, her voice trembling but steady. "Are you worried that having a baby will ruin everything for you?"
Max shook his head, but his eyes told a different story. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't want to mess up. I don't want to be a terrible father. I don't want to ruin a whole life because I don't know what I'm doing."
You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Max, I respect that you're scared. I am too. But this isn't just about you. This is about us, and about this baby. I can't make this decision for you, but I need you to know that I'm going to keep it. I understand if you don't want to be involved, but I have to do this."
His face crumpled, and he pulled you into his arms, holding tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry."
You clung to him for dear life, tears streaming down your face. "I love you, Max. And I believe in you, just like I've always believed in you. You can do this. We can do this."
But as much as you tried to reassure him, you could feel the chasm widening between. Max was consumed by his fear, by the thought of failing not just as a driver but as a father.
And though he loved you, his terror of the unknown, of the future, was driving a wedge between the both of you. He could never but your love above the insecurity and that broke you to pieces, that could not be set back together.
The months passed, and Max's career continued to flourish. He threw himself into his racing with a ferocity that left little room for anything else. You watched, heart breaking a little more each day, as the man you loved slipped further away from you.
When the baby was born, a beautiful, healthy girl, Max was there. He had not held her, at the side of you and the baby, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. But he still couldn't shake his anxiety, couldn't let go of the belief that he would fail them both.
You knew you had to be strong, not just for yourself, but for your daughter. You had always believed in Max, and would continue to do so. But knew that he had to find his own way, had to come to terms with his fears on his own.
And so, with a heavy heart, you let him go, hoping that one day he would find his way back to them. That he would realize that he could be the father their daughter needed, and the partner she had always believed he could be.
Until then, you would keep supporting him from the sidelines, cheering him on just as you always had. Because that's what you do for the ones you love, even when it breaks your heart.
Deep in your heart, you wanted him to come to your house and say that he was sorry and wanted to be in your lives, but as time passed, you realized that he would never come to terms with it.
His trauma being too deep for him to start a family, you accepted the fact, but you never forgave him for it. You love him with your whole heart, and you always will.
Maybe your ways will meet again, who knew?
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āØ indicates smut ā” indicates a series ā° indicates a one shot āÆ installment of series but can be read as stand-alone ā¼ indicates a drabble ā„ are personal favorites last updated: 9/13/24 helpful links for palestinian aid
Azriel
ā” . āOne SummerāØ (On-going)
One beach house, one festival, one summer to fall in love.
ā” . āAn Education in MaliceāØ (On-going)
With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.
ā” . āĀ The Anatomy of Dependence (Coming soon)
You and Azriel are drawn together by an unbreakable bond, encountering obstacles and triumphs across the centuries and finding your way back to each other again and again.
ā°. āDeath and His Reaper ā„
After suffering a devastating injury in battle, Azriel finds himself on the brink of life and death where he meets you, The Mother's reaper.
āÆ. ā Back to Our Roots
With the Acheron sisters out of town, you and your family plan for a quiet night inā just like old times.
ā°. āWhere I Left My Lover
After a brush with death, Azriel makes a difficult decision to protect you.
ā°. āWhat We Make of What We're Made
When Azriel overhears Feyre's concern about your transition to fae life, he agrees to check on you.
ā°. āWhen the Heart is Still Longing ā„
Azriel thought you were the one. Now, he canāt move on
ā°. āPretty Little Shadowsinger
Cassian walks in on you dressing Az in one of your dresses.
ā°. āAn Evening Reunion
Azriel comes home from a mission. You talk to him about your day, but heās far more interested in youāand your silk nightgown.
ā°. āMemories
While packing some boxes, Azriel is overwhelmed by memories of your relationship.
ā°. āWhat Lies Between Us (On-going)
Azriel has spent years trying to escape the ghosts of his past, retiring into a self-imposed exile despite a promising career as a talented detective. When you turn up at his door asking for help on a recent case, his world is disrupted.
ā°. āBody Count
Anxious about how your lack of experience compares to Azriel's, you ask him about his body count. Unfortunately for him, he misunderstands the question gravely.
ā°. āSafeāØ
Azriel's night is troubled by a nightmare. He finds a soothing remedy in the arms of his mate.
ā°. āWinner
You and Azriel are both sore losers. But when you cheat in a game of cards, winning takes on a whole new meaning.
Cassian
ā” āÆ. āAnd I'm Thinking About Your Lips āØ ā„
You and Cassian have been best friends since you were teenagers-- just friends. But one night at Rita's changes everything and now you cant breathe when you're around him and he can't stop imagining how you'd taste. āÆ Part One, āÆ Part Two
āÆ. ā A Hobby for Two ā„
Cassian surprises you with a small gift. You spend the night teaching him how to properly enjoy it.
ā°. āA Place For Dying
A mission with Cassian goes terribly wrong.
ā°. āWords of Affirmation
Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.
ā¼. āTender
Cassian cuddles with you when you have a migraine
Rhysand
ā°. āInsatiable āØ
There are countless reasons why you and Rhysand donāt workā¦ but those reasons donāt seem so important when youāre tipsy in a bathroom with him inside you.
ā” . āĀ Lights, Camera, Love! (On-going)
Rhysand, Hollywood's hottest heartthrob, has everyone smittenāeveryone except you, his co-star. But when rumors of your feud begin to affect the show's ratings, your producers propose a last-ditch solution: a fake romance to salvage your public image and reignite fan interest.
Lucien Vanserra
ā” . āĀ Hidden Things (Coming soon)
Following a cryptic vision from Elain, Lucien finds himself seeking out an enchanted artifact at your shop in the heart of the Day Court. What he finds instead is a profound connection with youāand a version of himself he believed he had lost.
Eris Vanserra
ā” . ā A House of Hunger (Coming soon)
Every Autumn court citizen is hungry for something; beasts starved for influence, desperate for control, ravenous for power. Your tastes are no differentāalbeit a bit specific. It's a deep craving that boils in the pit of your stomach, hot and heavy, all consuming. Youāre hungry for revenge.
ā°. āBlessed
Angered by Nesta's actions, the Cauldron turned you into a fae different than your sistersā a lesser one that resembled more animal than human. Now living in Autumn, Eris shows you a new perspective on yourself.
ā°. āOf Our Own Devices
Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother. Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
ā°. āHandsome as Life and Poison
Defying your fatherās sacred command, you wander to the grove where Spring and Autumn blend, only to encounter a sinfully divine figure with glowing amber eyes.
Bat-Boys (Reader x BatBoys)
ā°. āWorth It
It can be hard to remember why youāve put up with your best friends for centuries-- until they remind you why they're worth it.
ā°. āA Helping Hand
Even most powerful males in Prythian need relationship advice from their best friend.
Mini-Series
ā” . āĀ Mirthroot Mini-Series
Between dodging death and saving Prythian, its always nice to make time and enjoy one of The Mother's greatest creations: mirthroot. Reader x ACOTAR Characters
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ā”ĖĖā*ą³Ė : STAY WITH ME: :;
ā°āā¤ ā [PAIRING] ā OldMan!Logan Howlett x F!Reader
ā. *. ā SYNOPIS: Logan Howlett, also known as Wolverine, embarks on a perilous mission to take Laura, a young mutant, to safety. You, his longtime friend and fellow mutant, decide to join him on this journey. You've known Logan since the early days of the X-Men and have always shared a deep bond, but after the tragic Westchester incident and the decline of Logan's powers, he grew distant. Despite his reluctance to accept help, you remained by his side, offering support whenever you could. As you and Logan fight to protect Laura, the trust and affection between you both deepens, evolving into a profound relationship that surpasses the friendship you once had. Through the hardships and dangers of the journey, you and Logan discover a love that gives both of you strength in a world that is falling apart.
ĖĖĖź° š ź± CHAPTERS:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight (coming soon)
Chapter Nine (coming soon)
Chapter Ten (coming soon)
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Relationship Numbers in Numerology
Your relationship number is derived from your DOB (date of birth)as well as the other persons DOB and describes the nature of your relationships, how you deal with each other, and overall dynamic and focus of the relationship. Every number holds a very specific energy and that energy will tell you about what kind of relationship you have.
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How Do I Find Out My Relationship Number?
Take your DOB and add all of the numbers together until you end up with a single digit from 1-9. Example : 12/09/1989 now we'll start by adding all the digits first 1 + 2 + 0 + 9 + 1 + 9 + 8 +9 = 39...further adding it to get a single digit 3 + 9 = 12...again 1 + 2 = 3
Similarly, we'll do the same with the partner's DOB, for instance I'm taking 7/01/1988 that would give us 34 again add and we'll get a 7
So finally we received both of our numbers now we'll add both numbers together 3 + 7 that gives us a 10, which basically gave us our relationship number which is 1
Here's what numerology says about your relationship number
1 energy - The partnership between you two is characterized by a shared propensity for taking risks, which, combined with the mutual confidence you inspire in each other, significantly enhances both your lives. Together, you will experience profound transformations, driven by your collective need to lead. Moreover, there is an inherent sense of individuality and healthy independence within the relationship.
2 energy - The number 2 in numerology is associated with intuition, empathy, and emotional depth. It is as though the two of you possess an innate understanding of each other's feelings, communicating in a way that transcends words. This creates a profound, almost psychic connection between you.
3 energy - In numerology, the number 3 signifies communication, sibling-like relationships, and learning. Together, you may interact as siblings or close friends, with intellectual engagement playing a crucial role in your bond. You both prioritize learning new concepts together and sharing diverse knowledge with each other. However, potential challenges may include difficulties in expressing yourselves or instances of miscommunication.
4 energy - Together, you will focus on establishing something stable and enduring, with your bond growing stronger each day. You are likely to achieve financial success gradually, and there is a profound sense of security and mutual reliability in your partnership. There is also joy in the simplicity and authenticity of your relationship.
5 energy - This relationship is characterized by a playful, romantic, and enjoyable dynamic. Together, you both have the potential to infuse a great deal of creativity into the world. There is an inherent sense of freedom within your partnership, allowing you to create numerous meaningful memories and learn extensively from one another. Additionally, a future filled with many children is suggested.
6 energy - Unconditional love, a sense of family, and a feeling of home are hallmarks of your relationship. There is a profound emotional bond and mutual protection between you. Both of you may feel a deep sense of duty towards each other, continually seeking to satisfy and support one another. During periods of personal healing, you will find yourselves attracting individuals who resonate with the energy of the number 6. It is typically during such transformative times that you encounter one another.
7 energy - This relationship represents a karmic and past life connection, with the number 7 signifying its deep spiritual nature and link to the past. You were destined to meet in this lifetime to fulfill a unique purpose together. This bond will lead to significant spiritual awakenings and considerable personal growth for both of you.
8 energy - In numerology, the number 8 symbolizes infinite abundance, encompassing power, wealth, and success. Together, you possess the potential to create an empire, and your bond would be unbreakable. The number 8 also signifies karma, indicating that your relationship may carry significant past life karma, potentially involving debts from previous existences. On the downside, this connection could also involve power struggles.
9 energy - Together, you have the potential to make significant contributions to the world. You embody aspects of each numerological energy, including freedom, sensitivity, communication, stability, playfulness, understanding, power, and wealth. Because you possess these diverse qualities, there is a shared desire to give back and improve the world as a united force.
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š 8th house synastry: A deep and mystical connection, a dance of two souls intertwined. Undoubtedly, this has to be some of the most intense relationships I have observed, yet not necessarily in the way people might think. It goes beyond the surface, beyond the mundane, beyond the small-talk. Sex, death, and other's resources are only the tip of the iceberg. This is about transformation, rebirth, and regeneration. The 8th house is a place where secrets reside, and the planet person might unknowingly tap into that well of darkness within the 8th house person. It's a profound and sometimes frightening journey, but it's also one of the most transformative. The planet person, depending on which planet of theirs, entering the 8th house person's life can open them up like no other, exposing them to their deepest desires, fears, and longings.
If 4th house synastry is referred to as each other's soft spot, then 8th house synastry is each other's weak spot. Romantic or platonic, these relationships are often karmic, acting as a bind between the two individuals, for better or for worse. There's an unspoken depth that pervades the connection, a knowingness that transcends words. It's the ultimate "one stare is all it takes" kind of placement, where even a simple glance can send shivers down one's spine.
In the end, the 8th house synastry is not for the faint of heart, but for those who dare to delve into the mysteries of the soul, it's a journey worth taking. For it's in the darkness that we find the light, and it's in the intensity of these relationships that we find our true selves.
š Moon-Pluto aspects synastry/composite chart: If you've followed my blog for a while, you'll know that I don't strongly dislike any placement or aspect, for I believe we must observe the entire charts to draw conclusions before anything else. Yet, there is one aspect that leaves me in awe, time and time again: Moon-Pluto aspects in relationships. They speak of a connection that goes beyond the superficial, beyond the ordinary, beyond the mundane.
In the depths of their intimacy, there's a touch of mystery, a hint of secrecy, as if they share a bond that's known only to them. In the composite chart, this aspect can be a blessing, for it allows both parties to bare their souls in front of each other, to be raw and authentic, to embrace the vulnerability that comes with true connection.
But there's a caveat, for softer aspects such as the trine and sextile can approach this intimacy with a gentle touch, allowing the connection to grow slowly and steadily. Whereas the harsher aspects, the conjunctions, squares, and oppositions, may ignite a fire that burns bright and hot, causing one or both partners to be wary of the immense intensity that they feel.
Moon-Pluto aspects in relationships are definitely not for everyone, but they can lead to a transformation that's both profound and life-changing. These aspects symbolize a journey towards embracing one's innermost fears and desires, facing the shadows within oneself, and coming out on the other side with a newfound sense of strength and authenticity.
While it may be challenging, the rewards of such an experience can be tremendous. Through the intensity and rawness of the connection, one may find healing, growth, and a deep understanding of the human experience. It's a journey that requires courage, vulnerability, and a willingness to confront the unknown, but for those who embark on it, the rewards can be truly magnificent.
š Venus-Pluto aspects synastry: When Venus and Pluto align, their love burns with a fiery intensity, drawing them ever deeper into the mysteries of the heart. Pluto, with its insatiable hunger for truth and transformation, brings a potent energy to the table, stirring up a storm of questions and revelations.
Their relationship is a journey of discovery, a never-ending quest to uncover the hidden depths of each other's being. They crave knowledge of the past, eager to explore the shadows and secrets that have shaped their lives and their loves.
For them, love is a drug, a heady elixir that leaves them yearning for more. Their passion is all-consuming, a fierce and unyielding force that binds them together in ways that defy explanation.
Their obsession with each other is both beautiful and terrifying, a force that drives them to explore the depths of their connection, even as it challenges their preconceptions of what love truly means. But with every step they take together, they discover new facets of themselves and each other, delving ever deeper into the mysteries of the heart.
š Sun-Mars aspects synastry: The moment they meet, the attraction between them is electric, a spark that ignites a fire in their hearts. Soft aspects between their Sun and Mars create an effortless harmony, a sense of deep understanding and mutual support that draws them together with an irresistible force.
But for those with harsher aspects, their connection is a battlefield, a clash of egos that sparks tension and desire in equal measure. Sun and Mars are like two lions circling each other, each daring the other to make a move.
Their competitive spirits are brought out in full force, as they push each other to new heights of passion and desire. For Mars, the Sun is the ultimate challenge, a force to be reckoned with that can bring out the best - and worst - in them.
But through it all, there is a deep sense of respect and admiration, a recognition that they are two sides of the same coin, bound together by the fire that burns within them. Their love is a force to be reckoned with, a connection that challenges them to be their best selves and to embrace the full power of their passion and desire.
š Gemini Rising composite: Gemini Rising couple is a true delight, their energy infectious and their presence enchanting. They radiate a lightness and joy that fills the room, sparking lively conversations and bringing smiles to the faces of all those around them.
Their connection is a deep and profound one, built on a foundation of trust and open communication. They tell each other everything, sharing their hopes, dreams, fears, and secrets with a fearless abandon.
With their 3rd house in Leo, they embody a regal energy that commands attention and respect. Their style and energy are often very similar, a reflection of their deep connection and shared perspective on life.
Their reunion feels almost spiritual, a cosmic meeting of two souls destined to be together. One partner may take on the role of protector, fiercely guarding the other with a love that knows no bounds.
Despite their occasional heated moments, they speak of each other with the highest regard, always fearlessly protective of their partner's honor and dignity.
š Cancer Rising composite: This is one of my favorites, whether it's a romantic or platonic connection! They have a way of making it seem like they've known each other for ages, their bond so deep and comfortable that it feels like home.
They may bicker like siblings, but it's all in good fun - and it's clear that they love each other deeply. There's a sense of ease and familiarity that just makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
They can be in each other's company for hours without saying a word, content in the quiet and the simple pleasure of just being together. And when they do speak, they offer each other advice and guidance, especially when it comes to style and aesthetics.
There's something so special about this connection, something that just feels right. They may not have known each other for long, but it feels like they were always meant to be in each other's lives. They are the ultimate squad, the perfect team, and they bring so much joy and fun wherever they go.
š Leo Rising composite: This connection is fiercely possessive in the best way possible. They love to show their affection publicly and make it known to the world that they belong to each other. It's a feeling of pure belonging, an unbreakable bond that just feels so right.
It's one of the hardest relationships to let go of, a connection that just feels too good to be true. They radiate an air of perfection, and those around them can't help but be captivated by their dynamic. They may keep their relationship private once they've settled down, but when they're together, it's electric.
Their pain and struggles may be hidden from the outside world, but within their bond, they find solace and comfort in each other's arms. With Leo Rising in the composite, they were made for each other, their love a force to be reckoned with. And they love to spoil each other, showing off their love for the world to see.
š Libra Rising composite: This is the couple that everyone assumes has had a crush on each other since the day they met. There's just something about them that makes it so easy to tell that they were meant to be together. They have a natural ability to enhance each other's aesthetic and just make each other look even better.
When you see them in public, they come off as very friendly and approachable. They love to flirt with each other and with others, and they just exude a harmonious energy that draws people to them. They're like the parents of their group, always there to lend an ear and offer sage advice when others need it.
With Libra Rising in the composite, this couple radiates a unique energy that's impossible to ignore. People are drawn to them like moths to a flame, and they just look so good together. Depending on the composite Venus sign, they may have a more refined or eclectic style, but either way, they're always turning heads and making others green with envy.
ļæ½ļæ½ Leo placements composite: This is the ride or die couple that everyone wishes they had in their life. When I see this placement in a chart, I know that with time, there will be an unyielding loyalty between them that's hard to come by these days. Whether it's a romantic or platonic relationship, they exude confidence, playfulness, and above all, fun!
They're not afraid to argue or stand up for what they believe in, but what I love about Leo in composite is that they always have a deep respect for each other. It's almost like they know that at the end of the day, they're on the same team and nothing can break their bond.
For the platonic ones, they have a sibling-like energy that's just so endearing to witness. They'll have each other's back through thick and thin, and you know that they'll always be there to lift each other up when times get tough. Whether they're out on the town or just chilling at home, they radiate a sense of loyalty and camaraderie that's truly exciting to be around.
š Taurus placements composite: This placement evokes a sense of earthy Venusian intimacy, where mutual reliance and devotion reign supreme. They are like two rooted trees intertwined, weathering any storm that comes their way with steadfast support for each other. The sensuality they share is a true feast for the senses, with each touch and embrace sending shivers down their spines. Their connection is a thing of beauty, a symphony of love and sensuality that fills their hearts with warmth and contentment.
š Uranus 7th house composite: Long-distance and medium-distance relationships often display this pattern. While there is no set rule, this relationship style can be quite distinct. Depending on other astrological factors, they may contact each other spontaneously after long periods of silence. It is not uncommon for these relationships to have an undefined label, but the connection remains strong. This relationship is often characterized by a sense of telepathy.
š Uranus 5fth house composite: Couples with this placement breathe freedom. Their love is like a wildflower, unconfined by societal norms and conventions. Each partner allows the other to thrive in their own social circles and cherishes the moments of intimacy that come in unexpected bursts. Though their relationship may seem unconventional to some, it is a beautiful and unique expression of love that blooms and flourishes in its own way.
š Mars 12th house composite/synastry: This placement can be a bit tricky, as it can swing between playful banter and a more serious, spiritual connection. In the former, the couple may have a lighthearted approach to disagreements, perhaps avoiding confrontation and maintaining harmony. However, in the latter, this placement can signify a soulmate bond, a deep and meaningful connection that transcends the physical realm. Despite the challenges, these couples are able to navigate their differences and find a sense of peace and understanding in each other.
š Mars 8th house composite: Passion ignites and they are drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. They long for closeness, craving the touch of the other's skin, desiring to be in each other's embrace constantly. A fiery, intimate connection that is hard to resist. Beware of the green-eyed monster that may rear its head and cause strife in the relationship. But with the right alignment of Mars, a healing energy can emerge and transform the bond into an unbreakable bond of trust and devotion.
š Mercury 3rd house synastry: This is the kind of couple that is always laughing and having fun together. Their sense of humor is unmatched, and they just get each other on a whole different level. They can spend hours talking about anything and everything, from the trivial to the profound, and they never seem to run out of things to say.
Their intellectual connection is truly amazing, and they just have a way of understanding each other's minds that is truly unique. From discussing aliens to politics, they can handle any topic with ease and always keep each other engaged. It's a match made in heaven, and it's so much fun to watch them just enjoy each other's company.
š Mercury 5fth house synastry: Ah, one of my favorites! There's nothing like seeing two people who can laugh and have fun conversations with each other. It's like watching two stars colliding, creating a beautiful display of light and energy. The Mercury person is especially enamored with the Fifth House person's mind, finding it special and unique. They can't help but give them starry eyes as they speak. In turn, the Fifth House person finds Mercury's communication style to be very slick and attractive. It's a cosmic connection, a meeting of minds that is both fun and exciting.
š Mercury 8th house synastry: An intriguing and intense dynamic, often marked by a deep understanding and emotional support between the partners. The Mercury person has a unique insight into the innermost thoughts and desires of the 8th house person, particularly when it comes to matters of intimacy and vulnerability. There's a magnetic quality to their conversations, as they both crave depth and substance in their interactions. In this relationship, superficiality is simply not an option. Over time, the 8th house partner is drawn in by Mercury's irresistible charm and wit, and is willing to reveal their deepest secrets and desires. Mercury's words have a profound impact on the 8th house's psyche, making this placement a powerful indicator of a potential soulmate connection. And let's not forget the dirty talk potential, which adds an extra layer of seduction to this already alluring combination.
š Moon 4th house synastry: In each other's arms, they find a sense of peace, like they've finally come home. While their connection runs deep, they may also awaken memories of past hurts, drawing them closer in empathy and understanding. These are the ones who care for each other's every need, nurturing each other's physical and emotional well-being. In this loving embrace, they share both joy and sorrow, weaving a bond that feels like family and lingers in the heart forever.
š Moon 9th house synastry: Under the stars, this placement sings a love song of faith and trust, a bond that's hard to sever. Moon person's intuition finds a home in the open-minded, philosophical 9th house person, who in turn feels seen and heard in the presence of the Moon's nurturing embrace. Their love transcends boundaries, be it geographical or cultural, and their connection is not just supportive, but also unconditional. It's a love that validates and accepts all the thoughts, feelings, and ideas of their partner, a love that's both inspiring and uplifting.
š 5fth house stellium composite: This placement is known for its potential to bring some baby fever to the table! When these two come together, it's like fireworks exploding and they can't get enough of each other. The relationship exudes a playful, childlike energy that is infectious to those around them. But be warned - this can also mean that their fights can be just as intense as their love, often stemming from their deep-seated jealousy. All in all, this is a pairing that's sure to leave a lasting impression.
š 1st house stellium composite chart: Time seems to stand still as they hold each others hands. A union that feels like destiny, a long-awaited reunion of two halves of a whole. They speak a language of their own, finishing each other's thoughts and sentences effortlessly. Every touch, every caress, feels like a deeply profound connection. It's not just about physical intimacy, but an understanding that transcends the superficial. This is the soulmate energy, the kind of love that leaves them wondering, "Where have you been all my life?"
š Venus 2nd house synastry/composite: A romantic dance of give and take, this placement sings of love that is nurturing and indulgent. There is a deep need to shower each other with gifts and care, but caution must be taken not to let materialism overshadow their connection. They find joy in providing for one another, and both are lifted up by the other's affection and attention. Behind closed doors, their passion blossoms into a slow and steady burn, where sensual touches and intimate moments reign supreme.
š Venus 6th house synastry: Intriguingly, couples with this synastry seem to be entwined in a tapestry of love and affection. They have a knack for creating beauty in the mundane and infusing everyday life with romance. Their love story is not a fairy tale, but a practical one, with the two of them seamlessly integrating into each other's daily routines. They may even find joy in doing chores together. The 6th house partner adores Venus' constant mindfulness and dedication to them, making them feel appreciated and cherished in every moment.
š Venus 10th house synastry: In this synastry, a beautiful harmony blooms between two souls. They are each other's pillars of support, always standing by each other's side in times of success and failure. The 10th house person, taken aback by Venus's deep understanding of their goals and dreams, finds solace in their unconditional support. Venus, in turn, cherishes the 10th house person as a prized possession, basking in their admiration and attention. The house person's serious and committed approach to life appeals to Venus's heart, allowing them to thrive under their care. Together, they build a love that is grounded in mutual respect, support, and admiration.
š Scorpio Venus composite: In the realm of love, Scorpio's traditional Mars energy now meets the enchanting grace of Venus. A potent mix of complexity, passion, and challenge, this placement creates a bond that is both powerful and mysterious.
Couples with this placement share a deep obsession, not just on a physical level but also an emotional one. Their desire for each other is all-consuming, a deep-seated need to connect on every possible level. Eye contact is a potent tool for them, a way to communicate their desire and passion without saying a word.
Their love is shrouded in secrecy, a relationship that's known only to the two of them. Their feelings run deep, but they may not be expressed at first, requiring time and patience to unfold.
As their connection deepens, they become more and more entwined, their bond unbreakable and unwavering. For both parties, this love will challenge their preconceptions of what love truly means and requires, but the rewards of true connection are worth every step of the journey.
š Virgo Venus composite: Their love is a journey of growth and self-discovery, a path that's filled with endless possibility and wonder. They are both committed to learning and evolving, constantly pushing each other to be the best version of themselves.
Their love is reminiscent of Scorpio Venus, with its unsaid feelings and profound depth, but it's also uniquely its own. For them, love is not just about passion and intensity, but about the simple and peaceful moments that make life worth living.
In their relationship, they discover that love can be found in the small things, in the gentle gestures and quiet moments of connection. They remind us that love is not just about the grand gestures or dramatic displays of affection, but about the everyday acts of kindness that we show each other.
Their love story is one that's hard to forget, a testament to the power of gentle love and the beauty of finding someone who truly understands and accepts us for who we are. They remind us that love is not just about what we say or do, but about who we are and how we show up for each other, day after day.
š Cancer Moon composite: Their love is a haven, a sanctuary in a world that can often feel chaotic and uncertain. They create a space for each other that's safe and secure, a place where they can be vulnerable and authentic without fear of judgment or rejection.
In each other's presence, they find solace and comfort, a feeling of coming home that's both familiar and reassuring. They understand each other on a level that goes beyond words, their hearts and souls intertwined in a dance that's both beautiful and sacred.
Emotions are shared freely in this space, for they know that true connection requires the courage to be vulnerable and the willingness to listen with an open heart. They hold space for each other's pain and joy, their love serving as a beacon of light in the darkest of times.
For them, love is also an anchor, a tether to the world that keeps them grounded and centered. They remind us that in a world that's constantly changing, the one constant we can rely on is the love that we share with those closest to us. It's a love that transcends the ordinary, a love that's both unique and eternal.
š Sagittarius Moon composite: They are more than just lovers, they are best friends, their bond rooted in a deep and authentic connection that transcends the ordinary. They share a rare and beautiful kind of love, one that's built on a foundation of laughter, growth, and exploration.
They are each other's biggest cheerleaders, pushing each other to become the best version of themselves and encouraging each other to explore the depths of their potential. Together, they find joy in the pursuit of higher learning, embracing the world with open hearts and curious minds.
Their love is a journey of discovery, one that's filled with new experiences and adventures, one that makes you feel alive. They indulge in the magic of the world together, savoring each moment with a sense of wonder and excitement. Despite their need for individual freedom, they never tire of each other's company.
They remind us that the best kind of love is one that's rooted in friendship, in a deep and authentic connection that goes beyond the superficial. For in the heart of true friendship lies the key to unlocking the full potential of the human experience.
š Aquarius Moon composite: Their relationship is built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding, a deep appreciation for each other's unique qualities and preferences. They're both highly idealistic emotionally, driven by big dreams and a desire to make a difference in the world.
In their partnership, they recognize each other's potential and provide unwavering support and encouragement to help each other achieve their goals. They approach matters of the heart with a sense of clarity and precision, able to articulate their emotions in a way that's both logical and deeply felt.
Their love is a journey of discovery and growth, one that requires patience, dedication, and a willingness to see the world through each other's eyes. They understand that a healthy relationship requires a deep sense of empathy and the ability to communicate effectively, even in times of stress or conflict.
For them, love is not just a feeling, but a choice, a commitment to each other's growth and well-being. They remind us that a successful relationship requires hard work and dedication, but that the rewards of true love are worth every effort.
š Ascendant 10th house synastry: Mutual admiration is the foundation of their connection, a deep and genuine appreciation for each other that goes beyond surface-level attraction. They may have met in a public setting, amidst the noise and chaos of the world around them, but their hearts were drawn together in a way that felt inevitable.
Perhaps they had heard about each other before their encounter, but it was in that moment that they truly saw each other for who they were. Two individuals, each with their own unique qualities, coming together in a way that felt natural and effortless.
In each other's presence, the world falls away, and they're left with a deep and profound connection that speaks to the power of true chemistry. They remind us that sometimes, the most meaningful connections can be found in the most unexpected of places, and that it's the quality of the connection that matters most.
š Ascendant 11th house synastry: There's a magic that surrounds them, a feeling of ease that envelops them from the moment they meet. Conversations flow effortlessly between them, like a gentle stream meandering through the forest, each thought and idea sparking a new connection. They find a friend in each other, someone who understands them on a deep and profound level.
In the 11th house, they find a higher ideal, a connection that transcends the ordinary and reaches for the stars. They've found their "ideal type," a partner who shares their values, their passions, and their dreams. It's a feeling of coming home, of finding someone who sees the world through the same lens.
This placement also signifies the power of online encounters, a reminder that connections can be made in the most unexpected of places. They may have met through the digital realm, but their bond is as real and tangible as any other.
Together, they embody the beauty of true connection, of finding someone who understands and accepts them for who they are. They remind us that the world is full of magic and wonder, and that sometimes, all we need to do is open our hearts to find it.
š Sun in 1st house composite: Their love is a force of nature, a vibrant and pulsating energy that radiates from their very being. To them, the relationship means everything, and they pour their hearts and souls into tending and perfecting it. They're like two flames dancing together, their attraction burning brightly, igniting the world around them.
In each other's embrace, they find a home, a place of safety and belonging. They bring out the best in each other, inspiring and motivating one another to be the best version of themselves. They're like two sides of the same coin, perfectly complementing each other, and yet each unique in their own way.
In the presence of this couple, others cannot help but feel the intensity of their love. It's a love that's all-encompassing, leaving no room for anyone else. They are inseparable, two halves of a whole, their energy intertwining in a dance that's both beautiful and mesmerizing.
They're a super expressive couple, unafraid to show their true selves to the world. Their love is unapologetic and raw, a testament to the power of vulnerability and authenticity. They remind us that love is not just a feeling, but a choice, a commitment, and a journey of growth and self-discovery.
š Sun in 7th house composite: Together, they are a symphony of souls, each note blending seamlessly into the other, creating a melody that resonates with the universe. It's a rare and beautiful thing to witness, for they complement each other in ways that go beyond words. From what I observe, these couples see a future with each other, a future that's intertwined with love, trust, and commitment.
Even if they don't express it outwardly, there's an unspoken bond that ties them together, a feeling of wanting to keep the other close that's ever-present. Publicly, they strive to be the "ideal couple," one that's admired and emulated, and they're often sought after for their relationship advice.
But there's a seriousness to this placement, a need to formalize things with time, to solidify their commitment to each other. They understand that relationships are not built on fleeting moments, but on the foundation of trust, communication, and dedication. And they're willing to put in the work to make it last.
In this partnership, there's also a desire to grow individually, to bring more to the table, to be the best version of themselves for each other. For they know that in committing to each other, they're committing to a journey of growth, of becoming, of evolving together.
The themes of commitment and trust run deep in this placement, anchoring them to each other with an unbreakable bond. For they know that in each other's embrace, they've found a home for their hearts.
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A night full of surprises
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word count: 7.5k
Summary: This is a request I got and started to write on the 6th of June 2023 (yes, I know, this took me a while). I can't even find it in my asks anymore, but I have the author's decription copied, and it should be enough, so here it is:
"I'm thinking manipulative wanda being overly obsessed with reader to the point where she always calls you earlier than she has to leave for work so she can spend more time with you. She'll run her hands on your arms and sometimes rest her palm on your thigh while asking you difficult questions just to see you squirm beneath her presence. R on the other hand will feel very shy and intimidated by her. But there's also this attraction she kept pushing down because she has to be professional and is extremely scared that wanda will know about it and stop letting R babysit anymore, which also leads to her not seeing the middle aged woman again. But of course, being wanda, she knows exactly what R was feeling. By the way R squeezes her thighs, blush, and stutter, it doesn't have to take a mind reader to know. But one thing R didn't know about wanda is she can be impatient. She's wanted you for a long time, watched the way you'd wet yourself in front of her. Time will come where she would want a taste, where she'd take whatever is hers. After all, she's earned it for making R feel that way, right? So take she does and claim she will. And what a sweet, sweet R as reward could be..."
Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, finger sucking, strap-on sex, R has a bit of an oral fixation, tribbing, overstimulation, Wanda being pervy, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader
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Wanda loved watching you through your windows. She did it more often than she should, more often than it was appropriate for a woman like her, but she didnāt care. She hardly cared if neighbours saw her sneaking glances, or peaked through the windows whenever you were visible. As long as you didnāt know of her secret activities, everything else was inconsequential.
She adored to see you read your books, looking effortlessly beautiful on your recliner, waves of your hair falling around your face. She loved to see you retrieving your mail, or do some small things around the yard, dressed casually. She never missed the days when you went out, loving to see you all dolled up. On those occasions she liked to watch you and imagine that you did it all for her. That youād put on your outfit to impress her, the make-up flawless, because you wanted to look nice for her. Not that she ever thought you needed all that. You were already perfect. But it made pride bloom in her chest to imagine, even for a bit, that you made the effort just for her.
Those were, of course, perfectly normal occasions, when she could see you. Then again, Wanda could never be satisfied with just that. She needed all of you, she craved you, she fantasized about youā¦ She was obsessed. She felt a hunger so profound that she had to resort to more devious ways of seeing you.
Of course, inserting herself into your life wasnāt hard. She found a casual moment to meet you, introducing herself with a charming smile, then she invited you over to her house, just for coffee, finding ways to bond through mutual interests, she made sure to introduce you to her kids, her eyes sparkling at how quickly they grew to like youā¦ It was easy, honestly. Before you knew it, sheād asked you for a favour, watching the boys for a couple of hours. A favour that grew into more of a non-committed babysitting arrangement.
Thatās how Wanda learned about your schedule, about your job, how she soon got invited to your house. The two of you acted more like friends, than anything else and Wanda couldnāt be happier about it. Especially because, now that you had your guard down, she could easily get access to more personal information.
Sheād ask you to join her at her house earlier than your scheduled babysitting appointment and sheād sit across from you, listening to you talk about your day. It almost became the norm. Sheād sometimes ask you personal questions, but friends did that. So you had no problem to share that youāre single, that you liked women, a confession that brought a blush to your cheeks, feeling uncertain to mention something like that to the older woman, but she took it with a smile, which calmed your nerves.
In truth, Wanda almost jumped out of her skin with joy, knowing that little piece of information. That night, when she settled next to her window, eyes fixated on your bedroom, she watched with even more interest than before, since now she could picture what you fantasized about, while you lay in bed, touching yourself.
Yes, this was, perhaps, Wandaās favorite part of her daily routine. Sheād watch you from the shadows as you undressed, your curtains naively left open. Wanda couldnāt fathom, at first, why you left them so, considering anyone could spy on you, but she wasnāt going to complain, when she was the one hungrily watching.
You had such a beautiful body. She had admired that from day one. And when she found out how you liked to take care of yourself, she was hooked. She saw you splayed out on your bed, legs spread open, while your fingers moved inside you. You were such a pretty sight. Your back arched, your hair scattered across the pillow, your free hand teasing your nipplesā¦ How was she supposed to resist all that?
No, there was no way she could resist you, so she did what she had to, to make sure she could keep you close. And she quickly moved on from casual meetings and friendly outings to inviting you over for a day around the pool, sneaking countless pictures of you, while you were sunbathing, her fingers twitching every time she lathered sunscreen on you. She invited you for dinners, she left little treats for you, whenever you babysat for her, just so she could show you she cared. She gave you little back massages on the days you felt exhausted, she checked in on you, to make sure youāre ok. All that, and you still had no clue she wanted you!
Not to mention how often she tried to flirt, sitting next to you while you had coffee together, her thigh touching yours, while she talked, or her hands running over your arms, while she complimented you, her soft words of praiseā¦ God, she tried so hard, but you were so shy! She could see the blush on your cheeks, when she was close, she could tell she affected you, but not once did you respond. A fact, she found extremely frustrating. It made her resort to not only having to watch you through your windows, but also taking care of the burning need between her legs all by herself.
Now that just wouldnāt do. It was clear to Wanda that you were meant to be hers and after another night of hiding while she watched you touch yourself, her own hand mirroring your movements, sheād had enough. She wanted to know what you felt like, wanted to taste your lips, your skin, she wanted to breathe you in, wanted to have you under her fingertips, writhing. She wanted everything. And perhaps through some kind of miracle, fate seemed to smile upon her just a few days later.
She was asked to attend a conference out of town, and of course, she couldnāt think of a better person to entrust her children to, but you. She made sure that youāll have everything you need, inviting you into her home with a wide smile and she gave you a copy of her schedule in case you needed anything, before she left, climbing into her car and waving at the three of you as she drove away.
She couldnāt help but smile at the notion, of all three of you, huddled together to see her off. It was the perfect picture of the family she hoped to one day have and she knew that she wouldnāt have it with anyone but you. You were perfect, smiling softly, as your eyes followed her movements, your arms wrapped around her boys. You looked so pretty and domestic, so delicateā¦ God, how she longed this would be her reality.
Wanda couldnāt stop thinking of it all the way to her conference, the long hours of driving passing with her mind picturing countless scenarios, countless precious moments that you could share. It was so hard to shake off the thought that this wasnāt in fact real and that, despite her longing, you werenāt actually hers, that she had to sit in her car for a few minutes, grounding herself in the present, before she could join her colleagues.Ā Ā
The hours moved slowly, fraying her nerves, making her check her watch desperately the later it got. She could see the light of the day fading, fluorescent lights flickering to life in the building, as her colleagues droned on and on. It was getting clear that she wouldnāt be home on time and she used a quick break to give you a call.
āHi, Wanda.ā You greeted with a smile. āHowās the conference going?ā You asked.
āHi, darling.ā She replied on instinct, the sound of your voice bringing a smile to her lips, despite her exhaustion, before she paused, having to remind herself that youāre not hers. āThe conference is taking a little longer.ā Wanda cleared her throat. āIām not sure how long Iāll be.ā She confessed. āWould you mind staying a bit longer?ā She asked, her voice apologetic.
āOf course, Iāll stay.ā You replied with a smile. āWeāll order pizza for dinner, weāll play some games, maybe watch a movie. You donāt have to worry about us.ā You said in a calming tone, bringing instant relief to Wandaās overworked mind.
āThank you, Y/N! Youāre a life-saver.ā Wanda said with a sigh. āIf it gets too late, just settle in my bedroom.ā She continued. āJust make yourself at home. Iāll do my best to be back as soon as I can.ā She assured you, fingers picking at her phoneās case nervously.
āDonāt worry about us, Wanda.ā She heard you say on the other end, calming, soft, almost making Wanda forget her reality again. āAnd drive safely. Weāll be just fine here.ā You reassured her again, making the older woman sigh, as if a weight was just lifted.
Despite the shortness of the conversation, it was enough for her to feel more at ease. Enough to get her through the conference and as soon as she was able, she was back in her car and on her way to the three of you.
It was late, the roads dark and abandoned. She had to stop at a gas station to buy herself a cup of coffee, just so she could keep herself alert, her hope of making it home on time completely forgotten. She knew it would be way past the boysā bedtime, but she hoped to at least see you.
When she reached her house, it was a little after midnight and the darkened rooms told her that all three of you were asleep, making her walk silently through the rooms, to make sure she wouldnāt wake you.
She checked on the boys first, cracking open their door, to see their sweet faces buried in their pillows, blissfully sleeping in their beds, each one tucked in with his favorite toy, making her heart swell with love. She was tempted to go in and kiss their little foreheads, but she didnāt want to disturb them, so she closed the door instead, walking further down the hall to her own bedroom.
She opened the door softly, peering in to find you tucked in. You had pulled down one of her pillows, cuddling it close to your chest, a leg swung over it. She knew itās how you usually slept, sheād seen it enough times through her windows, yet emotions started to swirl within her at the sight. She wanted to replace the damned thing with her own body, to feel you against her, to be surrounded by your warmth, she wanted to feel your soft breaths as you slept, wanted to run her hands over your body. She thought of how much of your scent will be on her pillow tomorrow, thought about burying her face in it, while she touched herself, so she could imagine that sheās with you. Just the thought had her hands twitching.
Wanda hadnāt realized how dangerous it was, having you here, in her house, in her bed, vulnerable and asleep. Not really. Not until you were here and her imagination had started to run wild. Would you feel her if she climbed in with you? Would she be able to stop herself, if she allows herself this one small indulgence? Would you stir, if she wrapped her arms around you? Would you know, if she buried her face in your neck, while she ground herself against the swell of your ass?
Before she could take her fantasies any further, she saw you stir, her eyes widening in shock, as if caught doing something wrong, before she reminded herself that you couldnāt possibly know what she had just fantasized about.
āGo back to sleep, sweet girl.ā Wanda whispered softly, clearing her throat when her voice came out raspy. āIāll just grab some sheets for the couch.ā She explained, as if she needed to give you a reason for being so close to your sleeping form. As if she got caught doing something terribly inappropriate.
It took you a moment to process her words, your mind hazy and tired, your voice rough, when you finally spoke.
āYou can stay here.ā You said, pulling away the covers. You wanted to say that she shouldnāt be forced to sleep on the couch, in her own house, but your mind couldnāt quite formulate the right words, so this sentence just had to do.
Wanda knew she shouldnāt. Knew it was a dangerous thing, letting someone like her be so close to you. She knew the temptation would be too great, that she wouldnāt be able to resist her urges, yet she couldnāt force herself to say no. She wanted this. No, she needed this. She wanted to spend tonight, pretending that youāre hers.
What Wanda didnāt know was that, despite your obliviousness to her secret activities, you were putting on your nightly shows just for her. Or, with her on your mind. Wanda was just so beautiful, so kind, so caring and sweet, that she had you from the very first day you met her. And the way she treated you certainly didnāt help. Her hands always found ways to touch you, compliments and praises spilling from her lips, as her eyes glided over your body. It was driving you crazy. She always left you little treats, wrote sweet notes for you to find, gave the best hugs. Not to mention youād left her house with soaked panties so often, it was a miracle you hadnāt stained her couch yet. But you never dared tell her such a thing. You never wanted to fall from her good graces and lose her friendship, too scared that should you admit how desperately in love youād fallen, youād never see her, or the boys again. Yet tonight, fate her tested both of you and you were both too weak to resist.
Without much protest, Wanda pulled out a tank top and a fresh pair of panties from her drawers and she took the fastest shower of her life, before she changed quickly, so she could settle into bed next to you. Youād given up your cuddly pillow and it seemed you were once again sleeping peacefully and Wanda had to bite back a smirk, when you backed into her, your ass pressing into her.
It was almost too easy, Wanda thought to herself, as she put her arm around you. You were so warm, so soft, so exposedā¦ She could feel that you had nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties on. This was the only barrier that stood between her and what she wanted. Some measly scraps of clothes. But Wanda took it slow, she nuzzled her face in your neck, breathing you in. She wasnāt sure if she was secretly taking her time, so youād be properly asleep, so thereād be no witnesses to her depravity, so youād never know how deep her perversions went, or how terribly she craved you. Another part of her wanted you wide awake, so tomorrow you wouldnāt be able to deny how good she made you feel. She wanted you to remember all the things sheād do to you.
In the end it was you, who made the first move. Your body betraying you, while you slept. Little moans and whimpers escaping your lips. At first she thought you might be having a bad dream, a nightmare, but soon she heard a word. Her ears strained to make it out, her arm tightening around you protectively, as if it would do any good, until she finally understood. It wasnāt a word. It was a name. Wanda. You were mewling her name like a little kitten, thighs squeezing together, trying to rut against nothing, seeking friction.
It was the last straw, really. The last bit of restraint she had, simply snapped like a twig and Wandaās arm tightened even more, her hold so firm, you could hardly move, as she started to leave little kisses on your neck, whispering out your name, so she could bring you out of your dream and into reality.
She felt you wake up slowly, almost heard the gears in your head spin as you realized where you are and remembered Wanda coming home, remembered inviting her into your bedā¦ Wellā¦ Her bed, really. Then you remembered what youād just dreamt about, now more of an idea, an echo, of something distant, yet so powerful it made your cheeks heat up.
āIām sorry I woke you.ā You said, voice rough, body rigid, as if afraid that if you move, Wanda would be able to see every dirty fantasy that youād just dreamt up.
āYou donāt need to apologize.ā Wanda said. Her voice was like liquid gold, smooth and seductive. āI can take care of you.ā She continued, longing filling up her words. āWould you let me do that, sweet girl?ā She asked, still holding you, still firmly pressed into you. āWould you let me help you feel good?ā
āWanda...ā You gasped, utterly stunned. It was too much to process, and your mind was so hazy. Were you dreaming this up too? Would you wake up tomorrow, alone in Wandaās bed and curse yourself for believing, or even hoping she would want you the same way you wanted her?Ā Ā
āYes, sweetheart, itās me.ā The older woman reassured you. āYou were dreaming.ā She explains, patient. āYou were having quite the dream about me.ā She continues, speaking as if sheād seen right into your head and knew exactly what youād dreamt about. āI must have been very good, if I made you chant my name.ā She says bluntly, smirking at the way your heart quickened at her words. āCan I confess something, Y/N?ā She suddenly ask, making you wait for her next words with bated breath. āEven though you were dreaming of me, even when you were saying my name, I still couldnāt help but feel a little jealous. Some imaginary Wanda was having something I want all to myself.ā She told you, words whispered into the night air like a secret. āI want you all to myself.ā
For a second there, you thought your heart had stopped beating. You could hardly believe it. But Wandaās grip loosened a bit, allowing you to turn on your back, your eyes meeting, and you knew that this wasnāt another one of your dreams. This was real.
āWould you let me help you feel good, darling?ā Wanda asked again, hips straddling your waist. She looked so beautiful, her blonde hair falling around her face, her green eyes, now darkened pools that never looked away, her lips parted, as if waiting to devour you. āWould you let me make you mine?ā
āPlease.ā You almost whined. You were desperate, hands reaching up, caressing her cheek for a moment, before you were pulling her down.
Wandaās response was instantaneous. As soon as she had your consent, she leaned down, those same, soft, pink lips you had just stared at, now claiming yours in a kiss.
She kissed you over and over again, hungry, like a barely-contained animal that was fighting to break free. She had her hands all over your body, desperate to feel as much of you as she could, caressing and stroking, eager to feel your naked skin, instead of the t-shirt you were wearing.
She broke the kiss just long enough to take the offensive item off, discarding it on the floor, without paying it much thought, before she was kissing you again, tongue invading your mouth and exploring eagerly.
Wanda was practically salivating. It wasnāt just the fact that all her fantasies were coming true. It was also how adorably submissive you were being, how eager you were for everything she gave youā¦ It was that spark in your eyes. You werenāt putting on a show for her. You genuinely wanted her. Craved her. You were just as in love with her as she was with you. She just knew it.
Not wanting to lose anymore time, she sneaked a hand between your bodies, fingers caressing your pussy over the damp material of your panties. She was instantly rewarded with a moan, your hips canting up to meet her, desperate to feel more of the pleasure she was promising.
āBe a good girl and stay still, darling.ā Wanda whispered against your lips, voice starting to vibrate with all the emotions that swirled inside her. āUnless you want me to stop?ā She suggested, raising a single eyebrow at you.
āNo, please donāt stop.ā You mewled, shaking your head, hands clinging to her shoulders.
āLegs open.ā Wanda commanded, pulling your thighs apart. She didnāt want you squeezing your legs and getting any pleasure that didnāt come from her. Sheād seen you do that enough times and now that she was finally taking you for herself, she never wanted to see it again.
She took her time kissing you, fingers drawing patterns against your things for a bit, testing your will to follow her instructions, and when she saw that youād behaved yourself, she started again. Stroking your clit through your panties, drawing slow, teasing circles over it. It was driving you crazy and you needed so much more, so it wasnāt a surprise when you finally broke down and begged.
āWanda, please. Please, touch me.ā You asked, your big eyes looking up at her pleadingly, your legs spreading even wider in a silent invitation.
āThatās my good girl.ā Wanda praised, kissing you deeply, while she pulled your panties to the side. āThatās what I want you to do from now. Every time you want to feel good, I want you to come to me. Iāll take such good care of you.ā She promised, voice seductive and low.
You nodded, swallowing thickly at the intensity in her eyes. You could tell she meant every word. But you werenāt given much time to think of what that could mean, her fingers gliding over your entrance, gathering the wetness accumulated there and dragging it up to your clit. She circled it gently, careful not to overwhelm you, building you up steadily.
Unable to resist much longer, her head lowered, taking a nipple into her mouth and circling it with her tongue while she stimulated you, feeling you squirm under her, your back arching into her touch and demanding more. You were a greedy little thing. Wanda liked that.
Between the way she sucked on your nipples and rubbed your clit, it didnāt take you long, before you felt yourself reaching the edge. Youād dreamt of being with her for so long, youād pictured what it would be like so many times, youād touched yourself to such thoughts more than youād like to admit and now that it was finally a reality, you could hardly contain yourself. You held on to Wandaās shoulders and hair, pulling her closer and moaning out her name, just as you had in the dream, desperate for a release.
āAre you going to come for me, baby?ā Wanda detached herself from your perfect breasts just long enough to ask.
āYes, Iām so close!ā You gasped, wishing she would move her fingers just a bit faster. āPlease!ā You murmured on an exhale.
Wanda smirked then, starting a quick descent down your body, her slick fingers pushing inside you and filling you up perfectly. God, she loved the feeling of your walls squeezing her, fluttering around her frantically, like the wings of a butterfly.
āYou feel so good.ā Wanda almost growled, her fingers moving in and out of you suddenly. She couldnāt contain her excitement and quite frankly, she didnāt want to, either. āThis is my pussy now.ā She said with determination, refusing to give up this feeling. āNo one else is allowed to touch you, you hear me?ā She demanded, fingers speeding up, becoming almost rough. āSay it, baby. Say youāre mine and Iāll make you come so hard.ā Wanda coaxed, her smile growing wider the more you fisted at the sheets and moaned for her.
āIām yours, Wanda! Please, please, make me come.ā You pleaded softly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when she hit a particularly good spot.
Wandaās body moved even lower, her head between your legs. She breathed in your scent shamelessly, making you try to hide your face from her in embracement, but she was intoxicated. You smelled so damn good. She could see her fingers disappear inside you, your wetness coating them, making her feel proud that she could turn you into such a mess.
āDonāt hide from me, baby.ā She reprimanded, when she saw the way you covered your face. āWatch me.ā She whispered, as if it was an invitation.
When you finally looked down, meeting her gaze, she lowered her head, tongue sticking out so she could taste you. Her lips wrapped around your clit, her soft, wet mouth enveloping you and making you almost scream at how good it felt. You couldnāt hold yourself back anymore. You were on the edge and with a few delicious strokes, Wanda pushed you over it.
A tidal wave of pleasure washed over you, and you bit your lip in an attempt not to scream. It felt so good being full of her, being stroked by her tongue. It was better than what your fingers could offer, better than any other lover youād had. And she kept moving in that same rhythm, milking every last bit of pleasure you could offer, until you were spent.
Wanda could tell you were done, but she wasnāt even close to being done with you. She had barely gotten a taste of you and her tongue continued to lap at your clit in eager strokes.
āShhh, itās ok, sweetheart, youāre ok. Let me clean you up.ā She spoke softly, soothing you and quieting down your whines of protest.
She removed her fingers, but soon enough her tongue replaced them at your opening. She lapped at you gently, doing everything in her power to contain her hunger for you, but her hands held you down firmly, ready to stop any attempt for you to get away. She would bruise you if she held on any harder than that, you both knew it, but neither of you cared. You would wear her marks proudly. Just as you would take the overstimulation, if it meant she would keep touching you.
āYou taste so good.ā Wanda groaned, detaching herself just long enough to speak the words, before returning with renewed hunger.
You moaned when her tongue returned back to your clit and you had to force yourself to stay still, to take everything she wanted to give you. Thatās what good girls do. Good girls take whatās given to them. And it wasnāt hard. The craving within you returned, growing harder to ignore with each stroke of her tongue. God, she was so damn good with her mouth.
āSo good.ā You sighed, when she lapped over a particularly good spot.
You could feel her smile as she looked up at you, repeating the motion over and over again, feeling your body relax under her fingers, now eager for her ministrations.
āSuch a good girl.ā Wanda praised, instantly spotting the way the blood rose up to your cheeks. She had a feeling youād like it.
Her mouth returned back to your clit, feeling it twitch under her tongue in desperation. She wondered if you were always like this. Always so wet and needy. If you had been this way while she flirted with you, while she talked to you and complimented you, when her hands lingeredā¦ She wondered how you held out so long, without begging her to fuck you. But it didnāt matter. She had you now. And she could tell you were getting close again, your fingers had found their way in her hair and you were greedily pulling her closer, back arching with pleasure, your moans growing louder.
āAs much as I love to hear you, darling, you have to be quieter. We wouldnāt want you to wake the boys.ā Wanda reminded.
Her words made you bite your lower lip, trying to stay quiet while the pressure inside you kept building. Her tongue made circles and figure-eightās, swirling perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Every part of you she touched instantly responded, sending you in a spiral of neediness.
Your hands pulled her impossibly closer, feeling yourself reach the edge. Your back arched and a few strangled pleasā fell from your lips, before you finally came, your mouth hanging open in a scream that never left your throat.
Wanda helped you ride it out, her tongue never stopping, until the hands that used to pull her closer, started to try and push her away. She did so with a smirk, crawling over your body so she could plant a few soft kisses on your face. She was tempted to keep going, just so she could show you that she decides when youāve had enough, not you, but knowing what she had in mind for you next, she decided to take pity on you. Ā
She moved off the bed after a minute, instantly seeing the concern in your eyes, when she left you and she smiled gently, before speaking.
āYou just lie down and rest, dear. Iāll be right back.ā She reassured you, discarding her top and panties and moving quickly and efficiently through the room, opening her special drawer with toys, so she could pull out a harness and her favorite dildo.
She made a show of putting it on in front of you, pulling out a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and coating the toy with it. Not that you needed it, but she liked to be safe. When she was ready, she stood beside the bed, tall and proud and ready to pounce on you.
āLegs open, darling. Show me that pretty pussy.ā Wanda demanded as she stroked her strap suggestively.
You did as you were told, spreading your legs wider than they already were, so you could give her a good view, but it didnāt seem to satisfy her.
āI said, show me your pussy.ā She repeated, voice growing stern.
Timidly, a little unsure, you reached down, fingers parting your pussy lips, until you were all on display for her. It felt a little obscene, a little embarrassing too, showing yourself to Wanda in such an intimate way, but she seemed to like it, a pleased smile appearing on her face.
She crawled over the bed, her eyes following the length of your legs, then your thighs, zeroing in on your pussy in a manner that could only be described as predatory. But instead of tearing you apart, she was going to fuck you, until you couldnāt cum anymore.
āSuch a pretty thing.ā Wanda admired you, her hand reaching out. She dragged a single finger through your wetness, her eyes fixated on yours. āDo you know how long Iāve waited for this?ā She suddenly asked. āHow many nights I watched you touch yourself and dreamt it could be me. How hard I made myself cum, while you had your legs spread wide, just like this.ā She emphasized, by spreading your legs even wider, watching the muscles strain. āBut youāre not going to do such things anymore, are you?ā She asked, as she started to drag the tip of her fake cock over your slick folds, getting it wet with your juices. āOnce Iām done with youā¦ā She started off, leaning over you, so she could whisper the last of her words directly in your ear. āNothing will ever be as good.ā She promised, guiding the tip of her cock to your opening and pushing inside.
Your hands flew to her back instantly, your big, doe eyes looking up at her, while you nodded your agreement. You could hardly speak, the feeling of your walls parting for her, accepting her eagerly and squeezing around her was so overwhelmingly good, you could hardly even think, let alone process the fact that apparently, sheās been watching your nightly activities. All you wanted was this. For her steady thrusts to never stop, for her lips to keep exploring up and down your neck, planting kisses on every spot they could reach. You could tell she was leaving marks too, hickeys that marked you as hers. It was heavenly. And as her thrusts grew harder, your moans grew louder, your restraint entirely forgotten as you gave yourself completely to the moment.
āYou need to be quiet, honey.ā Wanda reminded again. āIf you canāt keep quiet, Iāll have to gag you.ā She warned. It sounded like a threat, but her eyes sparkling with excitement told you otherwise. You could tell she would love to do that and a part of you wanted to know what that would feel like. āOh, youād like that, wouldnāt you.ā She noticed right away, an eyebrow arching up at the idea. āStick your tongue out.ā She demanded, one of her palms reaching up to hold your jaw, while you complied. āThatās right.ā She nodded, her thumb running across your lower lip before it disappeared in your mouth. āSuck, baby.ā She gasped, already feeling your eager tongue swirl over her digit, your lips closing around it hungrily.
You looked so beautiful like that, so content, so blissfully lost in pleasure. You were sucking on her thumb happily, your hands starting to claw at her back as she kept on thrusting inside you. Your legs had found their way around her too, your whole body pulling her in.
āSuch a talented little mouth.ā She mused, not missing the small blush that started to form on your cheeks. āI wonder what else you would like to have in there.ā She pretended to think. āMy nipples, maybe? Theyāre so sensitive, you know? I bet theyād feel amazing with your lips around them. Or maybe my pussy?ā She suggested, feeling you hum happily in agreement. āI bet you love eating pussy.ā She said with a smirk. āMaybe Iāll even get you to clean off my strap, when Iām done with you.ā Wanda said with a spark in her eye. āWouldnāt you like that? To suck me off. Iāll even get one of those squirting straps for you next time, so I can give you a treat after.ā She thought out loud. āI bet youād like that very much.ā
All you could do was nod, eager to agree. You would love to get to taste her pussy, you would happily suck her off too. Not to mention sucking on her gorgeous nipplesā¦ The thought had you reeling. You wondered if perhaps sheād ever let you fall asleep while you sucked on them, all tucked in, with her warm blankets around you and her hot body pressed against you. That would be simply heavenly. But you didnāt dare say a word, too scared that sheāll take her thumb from your mouth and leave it empty, something you didnāt want happening at all. Especially when you felt so full right now. Both your mouth and your pussy were getting filled up by Wanda and each second was getting you closer to yet another climax.
Wanda could feel you get close and the pressure of the harness against her clit was driving her wild with desire, her pussy dripping with arousal. She wanted to come while she fucked you, picturing that she could cum inside you and fill you up. She pictured her fingers playing with the mess she left behind, pushing it all back inside, when it eventually leaks out, overstimulating your pussy. But that didnāt matter. She would make it all betterā¦ She just really wanted to be able to get off, while she fucked you, but the pressure of the base of the dildo against clit just wasnāt enough.
As another orgasm crashed through you, you were thankful for the fingers still in your mouth, otherwise you would have screamed, wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming your senses. Nothing had ever felt as good as Wandaās touch and you were quickly getting addicted to the way she so easily managed to coax you into cumming, no matter how much you had already taken for her.
When you were done, she pulled out, carefully detaching herself from you and tossing the harness on the floor. When she climbed back over you, you thought sheād like to cuddle, or that perhaps sheāll straddle your face, a prospect that had you licking your lips in anticipation, but she straddled you instead, manoeuvring your body until, she could position her pussy on yours.
When her wet pussy first made contact with yours, you squirmed, feeling overstimulated, but Wanda only straddled you more securely, pinning you under her and using her hands to restrain you.
āOh, donāt try to run from me nowā¦ā She said with a smirk, her pussy making contact with yours again. āI made you cum so many times tonight. Are you going to deny me, hm? Are you going to be ungrateful, sweetheart?ā She asked, her words condescending and sweet.
You only shook your head, your fingers intertwining with hers in a silent agreement.
āWouldnāt you like me to eat you instead?ā You offered weakly, still hoping to spare yourself.
āNo, darling, I want to feel you. I want to come just like this. Iām already close, baby.ā She reassured you, even though she didnāt much care if that brought you any solace. āYou can take it for me.ā
āI can take it.ā You nodded, voice strained and so small. She loved it. Loved the prospect of having you utterly spent and exhausted, so she could take care of you.
āThatās right. You just lay there and let me use you. I know you can take it for me.ā Wanda confirmed proudly. āYouāre such a good girl.ā She praised, one of her hands stroking your hair lovingly. āSuch a good, sweet girl, taking everything I give you. Iām so proud of you honey.ā She murmured sweetly, lulling your brain into a submissive haze.
You hung on to every word she uttered, getting off on the praise and the warmth of her approval, your clit responding with a throb, when she started to rub hers over it. You loved it. The way she looked at you, the way she held you, the way she caressed you, her ministrations purposefully gentle and slow.
You could do nothing but surrender, happy to be used in this way, to see her close her eyes in pleasure as she continued to grind against you. Her breasts hung above you, full and gorgeous and begging for your attention and you lifted your head up, capturing a nipple between your lips and letting your tongue swirl over it.
Wandaās response was a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan, one of her hands cradling your head as she continued to grind her pussy on yours.
āThere you go.ā She sighed happily. āKeep sucking, baby. You make me feel so good.ā
She let you suck and lick over her nipples, loving the content expression she could see on your face as you did it. You looked so blissed out and she knew she could finally focus on getting an orgasm for herself, her hips picking up speed and grinding more firmly against you.
āYou feel divine, darling.ā She said, as she held you. āYouāre gonna make me cum so hard.ā She announced. āDonāt stop sucking.ā She encouraged, pulling you even closer to herself, her fingers in your hair.
She moaned softly, excitement shooting through her at the thought of just how dirty this was. She had you all pinned underneath her, using your pussy to get off, her juices mixing with your own, while she had you sucking on her nipples.
āFuck, Iām close.ā Wanda gasped, her movements getting more frantic as she chased her high. āAre you going to come with me, baby? I want you to come with me.ā She said with a note of urgency.
You tried to say something, your words muffled, as your face was being shoved into Wandaās perfect tits. A part of you really wanted to come with her, feeling safe and protected in your current position. You felt enveloped by Wanda, by her taste, her scent, her voice, the heat of her body on top of yours. It was perfect really. Then there was the other part of you, that felt utterly fucked out already and entirely unable to take another orgasm. But as soon as you felt her body go rigid, her stuttering thrusts getting erratic and then almost stopping as she came, your body decided for you. You let go, your orgasm crashing over you and making you moan.
Wanda had to fight back a scream as she finally came, her clit twitching and throbbing as it was being rubbed over your own. She couldnāt picture a better way for herself, loving how close you were, how intimate it felt to get off like this. She loved it even more that you came with her.
Your orgasm was much shorter than hers, your whole body utterly spent already, but you held on, taking the overstimulation that sent almost painful jolts through you, and waiting for her to finish, wanting her to enjoy herself as much as she liked.
When she was done, Wanda was kind enough to pull away from your pussy, finally having mercy on you, after she saw the exhausted look on your face.
She stood up briefly, getting you a glass of water and she watched you drink it, before she returned to bed, trying to snuggle you and finally let you rest, but feeling you resist her.
āI didnāt even get to taste you.ā You murmured gently, the cutest pout sheād ever seen appearing on your face and making her let out a laugh.
āOh, donāt worry, youāll get to taste my pussy too, baby.ā Wanda reassured you. āYouāll get a chance to show me how good you are with your tongue. Now, rest. Youāll need your strength tomorrow.ā She whispered in your ear, the arm around you pulling you closer to her.
She watched you fall asleep, eyes sparkling and full of adoration, fingers playing with your hair calmingly, until you fully relaxed in her hold, breathing evening out.
āYouāre just perfect, arenāt you.ā She spoke softly, memorizing each detail of your face. āAll mine now.ā
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Too Damn Young: Part Two
Summary: You and Spencer have been separated for three years, is that enough time to move on? For you, it would appear it is. Spencer doesn't know what to do when he gets your save-the-date in the mail.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst
Warnings/Includes: talks of divorce, keeping secrets from partner, alcohol consumption, impulsive decisions, breakups, argument with intoxicated Spencer, happy ending
Word count: 14k
a/n: sorry this took so long i got a very specific case of writer's block for this story ://
main masterlist part one
Three years had passed since Spencer Reid had moved away from you, but despite the physical distance, the love and bond you shared had managed to survive. Though the romantic part of your relationship had ended, your friendship remained strong and unbreakable.Ā
Spencer kept you updated on his work at the BAU, sharing stories from the field and the challenges he faced. When your mom got married, knowing how difficult that event was for you, Spencer took time off from work to attend the wedding with you. His support was unwavering, even when he couldnāt be there in person. You would visit Diana when Spencer couldnāt, helping out in ways that kept you connected not only to him but also to his family.
Spencer continued to speak with your father regularly, keeping that connection alive even as your lives had diverged in different directions. In all, the two of you remained close, and your friendship had evolved into something even more profound, built on shared experiences, trust, and the deep understanding that comes from truly knowing each other.
A rock was thrown into the friendship you shared with Spencer, however, when he received a save-the-date card in the mail, addressed to him. As soon as he saw your name on it, so many emotions swarmed through his body that it made him physically ill. He scanned the card, his hands trembling as he tried to process the words. You were getting married. Again.
Spencer hadnāt even known you were seeing anyone, and now you were marrying someone? The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. His stomach twisted, and before he could stop it, he wretched and threw up, the shock and emotions overwhelming him completely.
He knew, logically, that the two of you were long since over. He had tried to move on. He had seen people off and on, but never took anything too seriously, never fully allowed himself to fall. Because, in the back of his mind, Spencer had always assumed that the two of you were destined to find your way back to each other. He never let go of that hope, and now, seeing your save-the-date, that hope was shattered.
In a moment of sheer panic and desperation, Spencer dialed Derekās number, his voice breaking as he begged, āPlease, Derekā¦ come over, IāI need you.ā He was crying, the words tumbling out incoherently, leaving Derek no choice but to rush to his best friendās side, not knowing what had caused such an outburst of emotion.
When Derek arrived, Spencer had managed to somewhat compose himself, though the distress was still written all over his face. He motioned for Derek to sit, and with shaky breaths, he spilled everything. From the day you and Spencer met in Tahoe, to the whirlwind of dating, to your marriage, and ultimately, the divorce. Spencer had kept this part of his life hidden from the team, only ever referring to you as a āfriend from college,ā never revealing the deep connection the two of you once shared.
Derek listened, taking it all in with wide eyes, surprised but trying to make sense of it. Spencer had never been one to open up about personal matters, let alone something this big.Ā
Then, Spencer threw the save-the-date card onto the table in front of Derek, the final piece of the puzzle falling into place. Derek picked it up, his face softening with understanding. He could see why this had devastated Spencer, why the younger man had broken down.
āManā¦ I didnāt know,ā Derek said quietly, his voice filled with empathy. āI didnāt know you were still holding onto that.ā
Spencer rubbed his eyes, his whole body slumped in defeat. āI thoughtā¦ I thought maybe one dayā¦ weād find our way back to each other. But nowā¦ sheās marrying someone else.ā
Derek shook his head, unsure of what advice to offer. How do you console someone whoās just realized the future theyād been holding onto no longer existed?
āIām sorry, Reid,ā Derek sighed, pulling Spencer into a tight hug, feeling the weight of his friend's emotions. He didnāt know what else to say. He could feel how deeply this was hurting Spencer, and it pained him to see his best friend like this. āWhat are you going to do?ā
Spencer leaned into Derekās embrace, his body still trembling slightly as he huffed out a breath. āI guessā¦ Iām going to the wedding,ā he said, his voice filled with resignation. āSheās my best friend. I canātā¦ not be there for her.ā
Derek, trying to find a way to lift the mood, jolted Spencer a bit, grinning mischievously. āExcuse you? I thought your best friend was sitting in front of you right now.ā
A small laugh escaped Spencer, a brief moment of light in the middle of his turmoil. āYou're right,ā he admitted, chuckling softly. āThank you, Derek. Really.ā
Derek smiled, glad to have gotten a laugh out of him, but he knew it would take more than that to pull Spencer out of his spiral. So, for the rest of the day, Derek stayed by his side, doing whatever Spencer wantedāwhether it was playing chess, watching documentaries, or just sitting in silence. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that the love of his life was getting married to someone else.Ā
And, perhaps worst of all, she hadnāt told him anything about it until the save-the-date arrived. That, Derek knew, was what was really eating at Spencerāthe idea that he wasnāt as much a part of your life as he once thought.
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Spencer hadnāt reached out since receiving your save-the-date, unable to find the right words. Instead, he threw himself into spending more time with his colleagues and friends, agreeing to every social outing they planned. He was trying to distract himself, to drown out the constant noise in his head about what your upcoming marriage meant for him.
Tonight, he found himself whiskey tasting with Rossi, Hotch, and Derek. As the evening wore on and the whiskey flowed freely, their conversations grew looser, more personal. Rossi and Hotch began comparing their divorce stories, laughing about their past pain and the fleeting joys of their marriages. Derek looked over at Spencer, knowing full well the turmoil going on beneath his quiet exterior, being the only one who knew about Spencerās secret heartbreak.
Spencer seemed to be somewhere else entirely, lost in his own world, not really listening to the conversation. Derek wasnāt sure if that was good or bad, but he was silently relieved when Spencer excused himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe it was better if he didnāt hear the rest of this conversation.
But instead of heading to the bathroom, Spencer stepped outside, pulling out his phone and making a decision he would soon regret. His fingers fumbled as he dialed your number. The alcohol had loosened his inhibitions, and all the pent-up frustration and hurt were boiling over.
The worst part? You answered.
āSpencer? Hi!ā Your voice was warm but slightly distracted. āIām still at work, is everything okay?ā
Of course. The time difference. He hadnāt even thought about that. āIām fine, Y/N,ā he hiccuped, clearly not fine at all. āWell, no, Iām not. Why didnāt you tell me you were seeing someone?ā
You were silent on the other end for a moment, the weight of his question hanging in the air. Finally, you sighed deeply. āSpencerā¦ can we not do this right now? I can call you tomorrow.ā
āNo!ā Spencer's voice was louder than intended, his frustration rising. āWe need to do this now. I deserve an explanation.ā
You sighed again, and Spencer could hear you moving around, likely retreating to a quieter place in your office. āOkay. Fair enough. I started seeing Noa about two years ago. Theyāre amazing, Spence. I justā¦ I didnāt know how to tell you.ā
āSo you thought sending me a save-the-date was better?ā Spencerās voice raised again, the whiskey fueling his anger. āThatās messed up, and you know it.ā
āI know,ā you said quietly. āI was scared. Iām sorry.ā
Spencerās brain was spinning, but one thought stood out. āWaitā¦ youāve only been together for two years?ā His voice had grown darker, accusatory.
āYeah. Iām sorry I didnāt tell you sooner, okay?ā you said, your voice strained but still calm, trying to diffuse the situation.
āYouāre just rushing into marriage again!ā Spencer shot back, the words spilling out before he could stop them. His frustration, his heartbreak, everything he had buried for the last five years, it all came pouring out.
āWhat?ā you asked, your voice coming out small and weak, despite the fact that you wished it had been strong, confident, maybe even cold. But it wasnāt. The hurt you felt made it tremble.
Spencer scoffed, his frustration bubbling over. āYouāre just jumping into another relationship without thinking about the consequences.ā
You blinked, shocked at the accusation. āHow would you know what Iām doing? I havenāt seen you since my momās weddingā¦ that was three years ago,ā you shot back, your voice firmer now, though still tinged with hurt.
āRight, how could I forget?ā Spencerās voice grew louder, his emotions spiraling out of control. āYou were flirting with every pair of long legs that walked by, in front of me!ā
You were taken aback, your heart pounding in disbelief. āWhat? No, I did not! And besides, what would it matter if I did?ā you spat out, the pain in your voice evident now. āYou left me, Spencer.ā
The words hung in the air, heavy and full of unresolved heartache.
āIs that how you remember it?ā Spencer asked, his heart breaking even more, his voice softer now but filled with sorrow.
āThatās how it happened,ā you said, a tear slipping down your cheek, because as much as you loved him, as much as he had been a huge part of your life, the wound of his departure was still raw.
āWell, Iām very sorry thatās how you see it,ā Spencer said, his voice steadying now as the alcohol-induced haze began to lift, leaving behind the weight of reality.
You nodded, even though you knew Spencer couldnāt see you, and tried to keep your voice from breaking. āMhm,ā you managed, holding back the sob that was lodged in your throat.
āThatās it?ā Spencer pressed, his frustration giving way to something closer to disbelief.
āMhm,ā you repeated, not trusting yourself to say much more without unraveling completely.
āYou donāt have anything else you want to say to me?ā
A quiet, almost broken, āMm mm,ā was all you could offer. The tears were too close now, and speaking felt impossible.
There was a long pause on Spencerās end, the tension between you both palpable even through the phone. āBye, Y/N,ā he said finally, the weight of those two words heavier than youād ever imagined. And with that, Spencer hung up.
He returned to his friends at the whiskey tasting, but his heart wasnāt in it anymore. He opted out of the rest of the drinks, choosing instead to just sit in their company, trying to find some comfort in the camaraderie, even though his mind was miles away, back with you, replaying the conversation in his head.
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As you sat in your office, the weight of the conversation with Spencer bearing down on you, the flood of emotions finally broke free. Your body shook with barely concealed sobs, and as much as you tried to hold it together, it was too much. The truth was painfully clearāyou knew why you couldnāt bring yourself to tell Spencer about Noa. How could you possibly tell the man you were still in love with that you were marrying someone else, someone who was there to fill the void he left behind?
It wasnāt that you didnāt love Noa. You didādeeply. They were everything you could ask for in a partnerāamazing, generous, loving, and you were genuinely ecstatic to marry them. But that didnāt change the fact that Spencer was still there in your heart, occupying a space that no one else ever could.
A knock sounded at the door, breaking through your thoughts. āY/N? Sweetie, can I come in?ā Alexiās voice came from the other side. Your assistant manager, your number two, and more importantly, your best friend.
You wiped at your tear-streaked cheeks, trying to pull yourself together. āYeah.ā
Alexi pushed open the door, taking one look at your broken figure and immediately coming over. āOh baby, what happened?ā they asked, their voice soft with concern.
You sighed, pushing yourself up to sit on the desk beside them. āSpencer calledā¦ heās upset.ā
Alexi didnāt need you to explain more. They knew everythingāthey had been there after Spencer had left, helping you pick up the pieces of your life. They wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. āI told you he wouldnāt react well,ā they said, never one to sugarcoat the truth.
You let out a tearful laugh, nodding. āYou did. And I shouldāve listened.ā
Alexi rubbed your back, offering silent support before they asked, āAre you going to tell Noa?ā
You shook your head immediately. āNo. Noa doesnāt need to know.ā
Alexiās sigh was deep, full of the understanding but firm truth they always brought to your conversations. āYes, they do, sweetie. Spencer is always going to be a part of you. Noa deserves to know all of the person theyāre marrying.ā
You swallowed hard, feeling the truth of their words but resisting it all the same. āSpencer isā¦ heās mine, you know?ā Your voice cracked slightly. āHeās a part of my past, encapsulated like a snow globe just for me. I donāt want Noa to know all the details. What if they donāt want to marry me if they do?ā
Alexi squeezed your shoulder gently, looking you directly in the eyes. āY/Nā¦ keeping secrets isnāt a good way to start a marriage. If Noa decides they donāt want to marry you because of what happened, then thatās how itās going to be. But they deserve to know the whole person theyāre committing to.ā
The weight of their words sank in, but it didnāt make it any easier. You knew they were right. But admitting the depth of what Spencer still meant to you, and risking ruining another relationship because of it, felt impossible. Spencer was yoursāa part of you that no one else could touch. And you didnāt want to lose anyone else by dragging him into your present, when he was meant to stay in the past, locked away safely in your heart and mind.
So you went along with the wedding planning, trying to stay present, but the excitement you had once felt for this kind of event was dimmed. Your moms, both of them now, took charge, pulling you and Alexi along for dress shopping. You went through the motions, smiling when you were supposed to, but in the back of your mind, it felt like something was always missing. Maybe it was because you had done this beforeāplanning a wedding, preparing for a future you thought was set in stone. That time, you were marrying your best friend, your soulmate. Nothing could have brought you down.Ā
Now, though, it felt like everything was falling apart.
You found a dress you didnāt hate, but when you discovered it wasnāt made in your size, your heart sank. The tailoring bills would be through the roof. And there was no way you could ask your parents to help with another wedding, let alone explain that to Noa. So you settled for a different dress, something more practical, less special. It was a compromise, and one of many.
Then there were the flowersāyour (second) favorite flowers, the ones you had dreamed of having at your wedding since you got engaged. But you couldnāt have them. As it turned out, Noa was allergic. How that had eluded you for two years, youād never know, but it felt like another loss, another thing you had to give up.
The food? That was another issue entirely. Noa was vegan and gluten-free, which was fineāyou supported them in that. But it meant you couldnāt have any of the dishes you wanted at your wedding, and the excitement over picking a menu disappeared entirely. It wasnāt about the food; it was about the mounting compromises that made you feel like you were losing more of yourself in the process.
Then, as if the universe wanted to add insult to injury, the live band youād booked canceled last minute. They refunded half the deposit, but it wasnāt nearly enough to book a new band, and you were left scrambling for a backup.Ā
It was all a mess. And through it all, the only RSVP that mattered to youāSpencerāsāstill remained unanswered. Even Diana had agreed to come, and your father had offered to travel with her from Nevada. But Spencerās name sat unmarked on the list, and the weight of his silence felt heavier than everything else combined.
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It was late, and the bullpen was eerily quietālong after everyone else had gone home for the night. The soft, dim glow of desk lamps was the only light illuminating the space, and Spencer sat hunched over at his desk, staring blankly at a stack of files, though his mind was miles away. He couldnāt concentrate, couldnāt shake the thoughts of you that had been circling his mind like an endless loop ever since that phone call. The way your voice had cracked, the words you hadn't said hanging heavy in the silence afterward.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing down on his chest like a vice. Spencer didnāt notice Penelope walking out of her office until she was standing right in front of him, her bright pink coat draped over one arm, a concerned look etched on her face.
āHey, Boy Wonder,ā she said softly, leaning against his desk. āWhat are you still doing here? Itās way past your bedtime.ā
Spencer glanced up at her, forcing a small, weak smile that didn't reach his eyes. āJust... thinking, I guess,ā he murmured, looking back down at the files in front of him, though he wasnāt really reading them.
Penelopeās eyes narrowed slightly. She knew Spencer well enough to recognize when something was wrong, and this didnāt look like his typical bouts of insomnia. āUh-uh, that wonāt fly,ā she said, her tone firm but gentle. āWhatās really going on, Reid?ā
He hesitated, his fingers nervously tapping against the edge of his desk. He didnāt know where to begin, how to explain the mess of feelings tangled up inside himāthe regret, the longing, the fear that heād lost you for good. But Penelope had a way of pulling things out of him, and before he knew it, he was talking. Telling her everything.
āItās... itās about someone from my past,ā Spencer admitted, staring down at his hands. He could feel the heat rising in his face, the weight of the secret that heād kept for so long bearing down on him. āHer name is Y/N. We... we were close.ā
Penelopeās eyes widened as she quickly pulled out the chair across from Spencer and sat down, leaning in closer. āWait, wait, wait, slow down,ā she said, a look of shock and curiosity flashing across her face. āWho is Y/N? And how do I not know about her? Youāve never mentioned her before, Spencer!ā
Spencer ran a hand through his hair, fidgeting nervously. āThatās kind of the point. I never told anyone. Well... except Morgan, recently. But... itās complicated, Penelope.ā
āComplicated how?ā Penelopeās voice was gentle, but there was an urgency to itāa desire to understand. āHow... close were you two?ā
Spencer hesitated, his fingers tapping anxiously against the edge of his desk. He knew he couldnāt keep everything bottled up any longer. āWe were... really close. We met when we were both eighteen, and we... got married. And then divorced. And then stayed friends,ā he said quickly, the words tumbling out all at once. āAnd I never told anyone because it felt like... like this part of my life that didnāt fit with everything else. Like a different person I used to be.ā
Penelopeās jaw dropped, and for once, she was speechless. Her eyes darted around his face, as if trying to comprehend the enormity of what heād just shared. āSpencer Reid, you were married?ā she finally managed to say, her voice squeaking at the end. āAnd divorced? And you never... you never said anything?ā
Spencer gave a small, helpless shrug. āYeah. I know, I shouldāve told you all a long time ago. But itās... itās a lot to explain, and I guess I just... buried it.ā
Penelope blinked a few times, trying to process everything. āOkay, okay,ā she said, holding up a hand to stop herself from spiraling. āSo... Y/N. You were married to her. And now youāre... friends?ā
Spencer nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety at finally sharing this part of his life. āYeah, friends. We kept in touch over the years. But sheās... sheās getting married again. And I... I found out through a save-the-date in the mail.ā
āWhoa, wait, wait,ā Penelope cut in, holding up her hand. āSheās getting married? Like, married married? And she didnāt tell you?ā
He nodded, the pain in his chest tightening at the memory. āYeah. And I got upset, and IāI probably said some things I shouldnāt have. And now... I canāt stop thinking about her, and itās driving me crazy.ā
Penelopeās expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding. She reached across the desk, placing her hand over Spencerās. āSpencer,ā she said softly, āyou know why you canāt stop thinking about her, right?ā
Spencer sighed, biting his lip as he nodded. āBecause I still love her,ā he admitted, the words feeling both like a relief and a weight off his shoulders. āI never stopped. I thought I was fine with just being her friend, with us being apart, but...ā
āBut youāre not fine,ā Penelope finished for him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. āAnd you donāt have to be. She was your first love, and that kind of thing doesnāt just go away.ā
āI know.ā He closed his eyes, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. āBut sheās engaged, and she seems happy. I canāt just... disrupt her life like that.ā
Penelope let out a soft huff, her eyes full of determination. āSpencer Reid, I know you like to overthink things, but this is one of those times where you need to be honest. If you have feelings for her, if you think thereās a chanceāany chanceāthat she feels the same way, then you owe it to yourself to tell her. Before itās too late.ā
Spencer looked up at her, a flicker of hope mixing with fear in his eyes. āBut what if it is too late? What if... what if she doesnāt feel the same? What if I just make everything worse?ā
Penelopeās smile was soft but firm, her voice steady as she spoke. āThatās a risk youāll have to take, Reid. But itās better to take that risk than to spend the rest of your life wondering what if. You deserve to be happy. And if sheās the person who makes you happy, then you need to fight for that.ā
Spencer didnāt respond right away, the weight of her words settling over him as he considered them. He had spent so long running from his feelings, trying to bury them under the guise of friendship, trying to convince himself that he was okay with you moving on. But the truth was, he wasnāt okay. And maybe, just maybe, he needed to do something about it.
āThanks, Penelope,ā he said quietly, a small, genuine smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth. āI... I think I needed to hear that.ā
She grinned, standing up and patting his shoulder. āAnytime, genius. Now go home, get some rest, and think about what youāre going to say. Youāve got this.ā
And with that, she walked away, leaving Spencer alone in the quiet bullpen, but with a sense of clarity he hadnāt felt in years. He knew what he needed to do. It was terrifying, it was messy, but it was right.
He needed to talk to you. To tell you how he felt. Before it really was too late.
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The hours of the night ticked by slowly as Spencer lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his apartment. Every attempt to sleep had been thwarted by the constant thoughts of youāthe weight of the conversation with Penelope, the memories of your time together, and the sharp, raw feeling that he was running out of time. He couldnāt shake it. Every breath felt heavier than the last, and the silence of his apartment only amplified the whirlwind of emotions crashing around in his head.
At some point, the moonlight gave way to the faintest hint of dawn, but still, Spencer didnāt sleep. He just lay there, feeling like a boy again, filled with that same sense of panic and yearning he hadnāt felt in years. But there, in the early morning light, it finally hit himāwhat he had to do.
He shot up in bed, heart pounding, the idea forming fully in his mind. He had to tell you. He couldnāt wait any longer; he couldnāt let the fear, or doubt, or whatever this was, stop him. He had to tell you how he felt, face-to-face. Whatever happened, whatever you said, at least then he could say he tried.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was on his feet, pacing the length of his room, grabbing his phone, his wallet, hastily packing a bag. He barely had time to think the plan throughāthere was no plan. There was only the need to see you, to make things right, or at least to make his feelings known. He booked a flight to California within minutes, his hands shaking as he entered his credit card details, the urgency pushing him forward with every click.
The airport was a blur of noise and motion. The world seemed to move around him while his focus remained narrowed to a single thoughtāyou. Spencer sat in his seat on the plane, the hours of the flight feeling endless as his knee bounced restlessly, and his fingers drummed against the armrest. He had no idea what he would say to you, how he would find the words to make sense of everything. He only knew that he had to see you.
When the plane finally landed, the sun was bright and warm, the California heat a stark contrast to the cool air of Virginia. He didnāt even take a moment to collect himself; he just grabbed his bag and rushed through the terminal, out into the familiar streets he hadnāt seen in years. The world around him blurred with motion and sound, but none of it registered. His only thought was getting to you.
But as Spencer stepped outside of the airport, the rush of determination he felt on the plane quickly started to fizzle out. The realization hit him like a punch to the gutāhe had no idea where you lived anymore. The apartment you had shared when you were married was long gone, and though he kept up with you through your phone calls and letters, he didnāt know if you and your fiancĆ© had found a place of your own, if you were living together at all.
He stood on the sidewalk, the California sun beating down on him, making him feel both restless and lost. There was no time to panic, though; he had come all this way, and he couldnāt just stand there like a fool. He needed to find you. And fast.
The next best thing was to hail a cab and give the driver directions to the one place he knew you would eventually beāyour bookstore. He paid the fare quickly and grabbed his bags, rushing inside the shop, his eyes darting around, scanning the familiar shelves, the worn floorboards, the comforting smell of old books.Ā
A bell above the door chimed as he stepped inside, and a young employee behind the counter looked up, offering a polite smile. āHi, welcome in,ā they said, but their voice didnāt really register. Spencer was too caught up in the whirlwind of his thoughts, in the desperation that had brought him here.
āIs Y/N here?ā he rushed out, his voice high with nerves, his hands clenched tightly around the strap of his bag.
The employeeās smile faltered slightly at the urgency in his voice, and they gave him a curious look, one that seemed to ask who the hell he was and why he seemed so frantic. āUm, no, sheās not here,ā they said slowly. āSheās wedding planning today.ā
Spencerās heart sank further. Of course, youād be busy with wedding planningāit was all you were doing these days. But the reality of it stung, like a reminder that he was too late, that you were already too far gone into your new life.Ā
āDo you know where I could find her?ā he asked, trying to keep the pleading tone out of his voice but failing. He was holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could track you down.Ā
But the employee just shook their head, their face softening into a look of pity. āNo, sorry. I really donāt. I think sheās meeting with a wedding planner or looking at venues, something like that.ā
Spencer swallowed hard, feeling the walls of the bookstore closing in on him. He had been so sure of what he needed to do, so convinced that coming here would give him the answers he was looking for. But now, standing there, with no clue where to go next, he felt like a man adrift, a stranger in a place that was once so familiar.
āOkay,ā he managed to choke out, trying to keep his voice steady. āThank you.ā
āUh, yeah, sure,ā the employee replied, their eyes still fixed on him like he was a puzzle they couldnāt quite figure out.
Spencer turned on his heel and walked out of the store, the bell chiming behind him as he left. He stood on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath to steady himself, to fight back the rising panic. He didnāt know where you were. He had no idea how to find you. And he had no plan.
But he wasnāt ready to give up. Not yet.
Spencer stood on the sidewalk, the desperation clawing at his chest like a living thing. His heart pounded, the reality of his situation finally starting to sink in. He had come all this way, but he didnāt know where to find you.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his fingers shaking as he quickly dialed Penelope. She picked up on the first ring, her voice chirping through the line. āHey, genius, whatās up?ā
āPenelope,ā he said quickly, the urgency in his voice making it clear that this wasnāt a casual call. āI need your help. I need to know where Y/N lives. Can you find her address?ā
āWhat? Wait, why? Spencer, whatās going on?ā Penelopeās voice was full of confusion, and he could hear her clicking away on her keyboard in the background.
āThereās no time to explain. Please, just... please, Penelope, can you find it?ā He knew he was asking a lot, putting her on the spot like this, but he didnāt know what else to do. He needed to see you.
āOkay, okay, hang on,ā she said, the rapid clicking of her keyboard growing louder as she searched for your information. āGot it. She lives at XXXX S Higuera St.ā
āThank you,ā Spencer said, the words rushing out of him like a breath heād been holding in. āI owe you one.ā
āYeah, you do,ā Penelope said, her voice somewhere between worried and annoyed. āNow go get her, cowboy.ā
Spencer hung up and flagged down another cab, rattling off your address to the driver, who sped off in the direction of your house. The drive felt longer than it should have, every minute dragging on like an eternity, the silence in the car filled only with the beating of his heart and the hum of the engine. He watched the city rush by in a blur, every moment bringing him closer to you.
When they finally pulled up to the row of houses, Spencer fumbled with his wallet, throwing bills at the driver and mumbling a hurried āKeep the change,ā before jumping out, his bag slung over his shoulder. He stood in front of your house, staring at the navy-blue door that stood between him and you. This was it. There was no going back now.
He lifted his hand and knocked, the sound echoing louder than he anticipated, every thud ringing in his ears. And then he waited, holding his breath as he heard footsteps approaching the door, his whole body tense and shaking with anticipation.
The door swung open, and there you were. You looked different than heād remembered, yet exactly the same. Your eyes widened in shock, your phone still pressed to your ear.
āUh, Alexi, Iām going to have to call you back,ā you said into the phone, your voice thick with surprise. āYeah, Iām fine.ā There was a pause, and then you said softly, āThank you, love you too. Bye.ā You hung up, your eyes never leaving his, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between you.
āSpencer? What the fuck?ā you finally said, and the sound of your voice hit him like a punchāfamiliar, angry, bewildered, and all of it wrapped in a painful confusion.
He took a breath, trying to steady himself, to find the words heād rehearsed in his mind a hundred times, but they all fled as he stood there, face-to-face with you. He was speechless, overwhelmed by everything he felt, and everything he hadnāt let himself feel for so long.
āIāā he started, but his voice faltered. He took another breath, gathering his thoughts. āI know this is... a surprise. I know youāre mad. But I had to come, Y/N. I had to see you. I just... I need to talk to you.ā
āYou couldnāt call?ā you asked, the mix of surprise and annoyance evident in your voice. You were clearly caught off guard by his sudden appearance, and you had every right to be. Spencer was out of breath, the tension between you almost unbearable as he searched for the right words.
āItās too important,ā he managed, his voice a blend of urgency and regret. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the desperation to make you understand why he was here.
You stared at him for a moment longer, a storm of emotions flashing across your faceāconfusion, frustration, and something softer that he couldn't quite place. āOkay... come in.ā Your voice was softer now, but guarded.
You stepped back, allowing him to walk into the foyer. The smell of your home washed over himāfamiliar, yet different from the last place you shared together. He followed as you led him into the living room, the warmth of the space feeling like an extension of you. The cozy seating, soft lighting, and small personal touches made it welcoming and lived-in.
āJust... stay here for a minute,ā you said quietly before disappearing into another room, leaving Spencer standing awkwardly by the couch. He took in everythingāthe framed photos on the walls, the plants that seemed to thrive under your care, the comfortable arrangement of the furniture. It all felt so you, and so foreign to him at the same time.Ā
After a few minutes, you returned, carrying two cups of tea in your hands. You set one down in front of him and sat down across from him, holding your own cup tightly, as if it was anchoring you. āSorry,ā you murmured, avoiding his gaze. āI donāt have your brand anymore.ā
Spencer gave a small, understanding nod, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. āItās okay,ā he said softly. He cradled the cup between his hands, feeling the warmth seep through his fingers. He didnāt know how to start, how to break the silence that felt so loud between you. All he knew was that he needed to be here, to find the right words, to make sense of this tangled mess of feelings.Ā
The only sound was the faint clinking of the spoon against the porcelain as you stirred your tea, neither of you looking at each other, both waiting for someone to break the silence.
Spencer glanced down at the steam rising from his cup, feeling the burn of your words more than the heat of the tea. He knew you were rightāthe last time you spoke, things were... ugly. Painful. He had been angry, and confused, and felt like he was losing you all over again.
āWhy are you here, Spencer?ā you sighed, your voice carrying the exhaustion of all the times youād thought about him, about the complicated knot of your past. āLast time we talked, you seemed pretty pissed.ā
He winced, gripping the cup tighter, feeling the porcelain edge bite into his skin. āI know,ā he said quietly, finally daring to look up and meet your eyes. āI was... I was angry. And I shouldnāt haveāI didnāt mean to take it out on you like that. Iāā He paused, fumbling for the right words. āI shouldnāt have called you, not like that. It wasnāt fair.ā
You stayed quiet, your eyes searching his face, waiting for the explanation you knew was coming. Spencer felt himself shrinking under the weight of your gaze, but he pressed on, knowing this was the only chance he had to make things right. āI came here because... because I need to talk to you. To see you.ā He took a breath, the words coming out more rushed now, desperate. āAnd I know itās selfish, but I couldn't stop thinking about youāabout us. About everything we never said.ā
The tension hung in the air, like a line pulled taut between you, ready to snap. He leaned forward, his voice pleading. āPlease, just hear me out. Let me say what I came here to say.ā
You felt your blood drain from your face, a cold, tingling numbness spreading through your body. This was it, the conversation youād been dreadingāand yet, somehow, you knew it was inevitable. Your heart hammered against your ribs, your skin prickling with anxiety as sweat began to bead on your upper lip. You swallowed hard, gripping your cup tightly, using it as your anchor, grounding yourself in the reality of this moment.
All you could do was nod. There were so many things you wanted to say, to shout, to demand from himābut the words lodged themselves in your throat, refusing to come out. So, you stayed silent, allowing Spencer to speak, knowing you needed to hear whatever he had traveled all this way to say.
He took a deep breath, his fingers shaking slightly as he set his cup down on the table. He couldnāt look at you directly; it was too much. Instead, his eyes darted around the room, focusing on anything but your face, as he tried to gather his thoughts.
āI know this is... a lot,ā he began, his voice barely above a whisper. āAnd I know that I have no right to come here and just... drop all of this on you.ā He ran a hand through his hair, a familiar nervous gesture that made your heart ache. āBut I need to be honest, because I canāt keep living with these... feelings and regrets.ā
He finally forced himself to look at you, his eyes searching yours, pleading silently for you to understand. āWhen I called you that night, I was angry. Not only at you, but at myself. Because I realized Iāve never let you go. I thought that maybe if I stayed away, if I just... buried everything, it would go away. But it hasnāt.ā
You felt your breath catch in your throat, his words hitting you like a wave, pulling you under. Your heart pounded harder, hope, fear, and dread swirling in your chest.
Spencerās voice shook as he continued, the vulnerability in his words cutting through the tension. āI came here to tell you that I still love you,ā he said, his eyes burning into yours, his face a mask of raw emotion. āI donāt know what that means for us, or if it changes anything. I just... I needed you to know. Because I couldnāt live with myself if I didnāt at least tell you the truth.āĀ
The silence that followed was deafening, your mind racing as you absorbed his confession. This was the moment you had both avoided for so long, the moment where everything hung in the balance. You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs, each beat echoing in the room as you processed his words.
āPlease,ā he whispered, his voice cracking. āJust... tell me what youāre thinking. Say something. Anything.ā
āWhat do you want me to say?ā you choked out, your voice strained and small, the whirlwind of emotions clawing at your insides making it impossible to find the right words. Everything he was saying felt like it came from a different lifetimeāa different you, a different him, a different version of the love you used to share.
āAnything, please,ā Spencer begged, his eyes wide and frantic as he searched your face for a hint of what you were feeling. āWhat are you thinking?ā
You swallowed, feeling the words spill out before you could stop them. āIām getting married,ā you said, the reality of it crashing down on you like a wave.
Spencerās head dropped immediately, his shoulders slumping as if all the life had drained out of him. āI know,ā he said, his voice barely above a whisper, sounding as if saying the words broke something inside him. āI just thought maybeāā
āMaybe?ā You couldnāt keep the sharpness from your voice, the anger and pain flooding through your system and finding their way into the space between you. āMaybe what?ā You snapped, your emotions boiling over, unable to place what exactly you were feelingālove, anger, guilt, sadness, all at once, and none of them making sense. āYou think you can just show up here and what? That Iādāā
But before you could finish, before either of you could continue spiraling down this road of raw and messy confessions, the jingle of keys being put into a lock pierced through the tense air, and both of your heads snapped toward the front door. Your blood ran cold as you realized what it meant.
Noa was home.
Your fiancĆ© stepped inside, the warm light from the hallway spilling in behind them, painting the moment in a surreal glow. They were smiling, the familiar, comforting smile that you had come to know so wellāone that could normally bring you peace. But now, the sight of them there, standing in the doorway while Spencer sat on your couch, made your heart plummet.Ā
āHey, babe,ā Noaās voice was light and warm as they shrugged off their jacket, the smile still on their face, though it faltered slightly when they saw Spencer sitting in the living room. āWhoās this?āĀ
Your throat tightened, your mouth suddenly dry, and you felt your voice catch as you tried to find the words to explain, to introduce, to do anything that made sense.Ā
Spencer, too, had gone completely still, his face pale, as if the reality of your life without him had hit all at once. This was the moment he hadnāt prepared for, the part of your life that he didnāt fit into, and it was staring him straight in the face.
āHey, baby,ā you said, the words catching in your throat, but forcing them out with a smile that you hoped looked normal, even as you felt Spencer flinch beside you. He knew that phrase all too wellāthe way youād say it when you greeted him after a long day, the warmth and comfort that came with it. But now it was meant for someone else, and the reality of that cut through him like a knife.
Noaās eyes darted between the two of you, clearly trying to make sense of the situation, their smile wavering. āThis is Spencer,ā you continued, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to make the introduction sound casual, like this wasnāt a huge, life-altering moment. āUm, heās an old friend. He was in the neighborhood and... stopped by.ā
You hated the way the lie sat on your tongue, the way it felt so heavy, so wrong. But what choice did you have? How were you supposed to explain who Spencer was to youāwhat he was to you? Especially now, when everything was in chaos and your heart felt like it was being split in two. So, you forced yourself to smile, to make it seem like there was nothing more to it than a surprise visit from someone you used to know.
Noaās face softened a bit, their guard dropping as they took a step closer, holding out a hand to Spencer. āOh, nice to meet you,ā they said kindly, their eyes gentle and curious. āIāve heard a lot about Y/Nās friends from back in the day, but I donāt think your name ever came up.ā
Spencer managed a tight smile, shaking Noaās hand as he fought to steady himself. āYeah, itās... nice to meet you too,ā he said, his voice quieter than usual, the discomfort and awkwardness bleeding into every word. It was all so surreal, so painfully normal on the surface when everything underneath was chaos.
Noa looked between the two of you again, oblivious to the tension, and then smiled wider, turning their attention back to you. āI picked up takeout from that place you love on 5th. Figured we could have a low-key night in.ā
āYeah,ā you nodded quickly, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat. āThat sounds perfect. Really... perfect.āĀ
Noaās hand slipped around your waist, and you could feel Spencer's eyes burning into you, the unspoken words swirling around all of you like a storm. You knew you had to get him out of hereāthis wasnāt the time, and now was definitely not the place for whatever this was.Ā
āActually, um, Spencer was just leaving,ā you said quickly, turning to him with pleading eyes. āRight, Spence?āĀ
He looked at you, his expression unreadable, so many emotions passing through his eyes that it made you dizzy. But finally, he nodded, standing up slowly, the movement heavy with everything left unsaid. āYeah... right. It was, um... nice seeing you, Y/N. Thanks for the tea.āĀ
āNonsense,ā Noa cut in with a laugh, and you felt your stomach sink. āJoin us,ā they insisted, their voice warm and friendly as always. āI got enough for leftovers, but weāre fine with sharing, right, Y/N?ā They gave you a light squeeze around your waist, completely unaware of the tension in the room, or the storm that had just been brewing moments before.
You felt your throat close up, the air around you becoming thin as panic gripped you. This was not supposed to happenāSpencer wasnāt supposed to stay, wasnāt supposed to be a part of this cozy, intimate meal with you and Noa. Your lives had already diverged, the gap too wide to bring together in a setting like this.Ā
āUh...ā you started, your voice wavering, trying to find a way out of this without raising suspicion. But Noaās hand was on your back, rubbing comforting circles, and they were looking at Spencer with nothing but open hospitality in their eyes.Ā
āCome on, the more the merrier,ā Noa urged, already turning to set their bags down on the counter, oblivious to the pleading look you gave Spencer.Ā
Spencerās face twisted with hesitation. He looked at you, then back at Noa, clearly torn between what he wanted and what he knew was best. āReally, I donāt want to intrude. I just... came to say hi.ā His voice was small, and the vulnerability in it broke your heart all over again.
āNo intrusion at all,ā Noa said, already moving to unpack the takeout, arranging it on the table with a careless ease that made the whole situation seem almost normal. āI insist. Besides, you came all the way here. At least let us feed you before you head back.ā
You felt a lump forming in your throat, the pressure of everything unsaid building up to a point you could barely contain. You could see the strain on Spencerās face, the conflict in his eyes as he glanced between you and Noa. He didnāt want to be here, and you didnāt want him here eitherānot like this, not when it felt like every word spoken was laden with a secret.
But Noaās smile was so open, so genuine, and your fiancĆ© was already pulling plates out of the cabinet, laying them out for the three of you. You didnāt have it in you to make a scene, to start an argument you didnāt know how to finish.Ā
āSpence... please, stay.ā The words felt foreign as they left your mouth, and you hoped the slight tremor in your voice wasnāt noticeable. Noa didn't seem to pick up on it, too focused on setting the table and serving the food, but Spencerās eyes caught yours, and you could see the depth of confusion and pain swimming behind them.
After a long moment, he gave a reluctant nod, sitting back down on the couch, his movements stiff and uneasy. āOkay... yeah, sure,ā he said, forcing a polite smile that didnāt reach his eyes. āIāll stay.ā
āGreat!ā Noaās voice was bright and full of excitement as they motioned for you both to come to the table. āLet's eat.ā They sat down, already starting to pass out food, while you and Spencer found seats across from each other.Ā
The table felt small, impossibly so, as if there was no space for all the emotions crammed into the room. And as the three of you sat down to eat, your mind raced, wondering how you were supposed to navigate this impossible dinner, with the man you once lovedāand maybe still lovedāsitting across from you, and the person you were supposed to marry right by your side.
āSo, Spencer,ā Noa began as they served out portions of food onto each plate, completely oblivious to the tension coiled like a spring between you and Spencer. āHow long have you and Y/N known each other?ā
You nearly dropped your fork, your hand trembling as you pretended to focus on your plate. You couldnāt look at Spencer; you didnāt know what expression heād have or what he might say. All you could do was silently will him to keep it vague, to stick to the basics and not let anything slip that could unravel everything.
Spencer cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat, poking at the food on his plate with his fork. āUhā¦ a while,ā he said carefully, his voice steady but low. āWe, um, met when I moved for college.ā
āYeah? Thatās awesome!ā Noa beamed, seemingly thrilled to learn more about your past. āWhat did you study, Spence?ā
You winced at the nickname, one youād used so many times before but now sounded wrong coming from someone else. You could see the way Spencerās eyes flickered at the mention of it, but he smiled tightly, glancing over at you for the briefest second before looking back at Noa. āI, um, studied a few things. Math, engineering, some psychologyā¦ā He trailed off, clearly trying to keep it as bland as possible, but the tension in the air was palpable.
Noa continued, blissfully unaware of the underlying currents in the conversation. āWow, thatās impressive! And youāre just in town for a visit? Or work?ā
Spencer hesitated, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he searched for a response that wouldnāt set off alarms. āUh, justā¦ passing through, actually. Thought Iādā¦ catch up with Y/N while I was here,ā he finally said, each word feeling carefully weighed, trying to sound nonchalant but unable to hide the slight tremor in his voice.
āThatās so nice,ā Noa said warmly, looking between the two of you. āY/N always talks about her old friends, but itās great to finally meet one in person. Iām glad she keeps up with people from back then.ā
You gave a tight, forced smile, your stomach churning as you felt like you were teetering on a knifeās edge. āYeah, you know me, always staying in touch,ā you said quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from Spencer, away from the past, away from everything that felt like a ticking time bomb ready to explode if prodded too much.
āSo, how long are you staying?ā Noa asked, turning their attention back to Spencer, still friendly and curious. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, hoping Spencer would take the hint and not make this any more complicated than it already was.
āOh, not long,ā he said, swallowing thickly. āJust a short trip.ā He paused, glancing at you again, the weight of his gaze almost too much to bear. āI, umā¦ didnāt plan on staying long.ā
āThatās a shame,ā Noa said, completely missing the tense undercurrent between you two. āIt wouldāve been nice to spend more time getting to know you. Seems like you two must have been pretty close back then.ā
āYeahā¦ something like that,ā Spencer said softly, his eyes drifting down to his plate, and you felt like you couldnāt breathe, every second of this conversation digging you deeper into a pit you werenāt sure how to get out of. You just prayedāsilently, desperatelyāthat Spencer would keep his words guarded and that Noa wouldnāt start connecting any dots you werenāt ready to explain.
āY/N, sweetums, youāre being awfully quiet,ā Noa teased with a playful nudge to your side, and you saw Spencerās eyes flicker as he tried to mask a cringe at the pet name. You never liked that one; it felt odd to you, and Spencer could tell. But Noa had started calling you that long ago, and it was one of those things youād grown used to.
You forced a smile, praying it looked genuine. āJust letting you and Spencer get to know each other,ā you said, but your voice came out strained, barely holding up under the weight of the situation. You could feel your nerves fraying, as if every word that left your mouth was the wrong one.
Noa, still blissfully oblivious to the palpable tension, brightened with an idea. āOh! Spencer, are you coming to the wedding?ā they asked, and you felt your stomach twist in knots. You knew Spencer hadnāt RSVPād, and you were terrified of how he would respond. You could see him falter for a moment, looking like a deer caught in headlights, and you quickly jumped in before things could get worse.
āSpencer works for the FBI,ā you said, hoping your voice sounded casual, steady, anything other than what you were really feeling. āHe said heād come if he doesnāt have a case.ā You looked at him meaningfully, praying heād go along with it, hoping he wouldnāt take this opportunity to say something more revealing.
āOh, wow!ā Noaās eyes lit up in admiration, turning to Spencer with genuine curiosity. āThatās incredible! Weāll save a spot for you just in case.ā
āUhā¦ yeah, thanks,ā Spencer mumbled, the awkwardness in his tone barely masked by the polite smile he forced onto his face.
Dinner went on like thatāNoa doing most of the talking, you scrambling to keep things on track, and Spencer struggling to navigate every question without giving too much away. You couldnāt stop fidgeting, feeling like every minute was an hour as you tried to balance between keeping up appearances and making sure nothing slipped that would reveal the tangled web of your history.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, dinner ended. Noa, always the gracious host, brought out tea and ushered everyone to the living room. The three of you settled onto the couches, the warmth of the tea doing nothing to ease the tension in your body. You noticed how close Spencer was sitting to you, his knee almost touching yours, and how Noa, in contrast, seemed so relaxed, not sensing any of the chaos swirling beneath the surface.
āI should probably get going,ā Spencer said suddenly, setting his cup down on the coffee table and pushing himself up from the couch. He looked between you and Noa, the tension clear on his face, the evening clearly wearing on him.
āWhere are you staying?ā Noa asked, genuinely curious. āDo you need a ride?ā They sat up straighter, eager to be helpful, and you held your breath, knowing that Spencer likely didnāt have a planāhe rarely ever did.Ā
Spencer hesitated, clearly trying to come up with a response. āOh, umā¦ Iām not sure. I, uhā¦ hadnāt really thought that far.ā
The silence stretched thin, your heart pounding as you prayed Noa wouldnāt say what you were terrified they would. But they did, without a second thought, without hesitation. āYou can stay here!ā they offered brightly, smiling at Spencer. āWe have a guest roomāitās no trouble at all.ā
Spencer froze, glancing over at you, his eyes wide with surprise. And you were sure yours mirrored the same panic. This was not part of the plan. You werenāt supposed to have him here, under the same roof. And yet, it was all happening too fast to stop it.
āUhā¦ thatās really generous, but I donāt want to intrudeāā Spencer started, but Noa waved a hand dismissively.
āPlease, itās no trouble,ā they insisted, their smile still warm and inviting. āYouāre more than welcome to stay. Right, Y/N?ā They looked to you for confirmation, and you could feel Spencerās gaze on you, begging for an out.
āYeahā¦ of course,ā you managed to choke out, your voice weak, betraying every emotion you were desperately trying to hide. āItās, um, fine.ā
And with that, Spencer was staying for the night, and you had no idea how you were going to get through it.
The three of you sat in the living room, forcing your way through some show on TV. But the tension in the air made it impossible to focus on anything other than the uneasy silence and the occasional awkward attempts at small talk. You laughed at all the wrong times, and every time your eyes met Spencerās, you felt your stomach twist into knots. Noa, oblivious as ever, eventually declared they were ready to call it a night and headed to take their nightly shower.
You took the opportunity to help Spencer get settled in the guest room, your movements jerky and stiff, the weight of the day pressing down on you. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck as you pulled spare linens out of the closet. The silence hung heavy between you, every unspoken word echoing through the small room.
āIām sorry,ā Spencer whispered finally, his voice cracking slightly. āI didnāt plan any of thisā¦ obviously.ā
āNo shit,ā you replied, your tone sharper than you intended, but it was impossible to hide the anger and frustration building up inside you. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control, and you didnāt know how to fix it.
Spencer hung his head, staring down at his hands. āIāll leave tomorrow,ā he said quietly, like he was admitting defeat.
āI know you will,ā you murmured, the words hollow as you hugged yourself, arms crossed tightly around your torso as if that could hold everything together.
With nothing left to say, you left the room, and went to bed. But sleep eluded you, the feeling of Noaās arms wrapped around you offering none of the comfort you desperately needed. Their touch felt so different from Spencerāsāwhere heād been gentle, familiar, their embrace felt confining, and the sound of their breath on your neck was a steady reminder of all the ways it wasnāt him. It wasnāt supposed to be this way, and you felt the guilt flood through you for even comparing them.
Eventually, Noa mustāve felt you finally drift off, because when they woke in the early morning, they carefully slipped out of bed, planting a kiss on your forehead before heading down the hall to start their day. They hadnāt forgotten about Spencer staying over, but they didnāt expect to hear his voice so early in the morning.
āPenelope, what do I do?ā Spencerās voice was muffled through the guest room door, and Noaās hand froze on the doorknob to the bathroom as they listened. āI told her I love her, and then before she could even tell me how she felt, her fiancĆ© came home. Itāsā¦ itās a mess.ā
Noaās blood ran cold, their stomach dropping as they tried to process the words. Their breath hitched, and they pressed their back against the wall, suddenly afraid to be seen. They knew they shouldnāt be listening, but they couldnāt stop now.
Penelopeās voice came through faintly from Spencerās phone, but they couldnāt make out her response.
āNo, they donāt know Y/N and I were married. She clearly hasnāt had the guts to tell them.ā Spencerās words came out raw, full of frustration and sadness.
The confession hit Noa like a freight train. Married? They felt the walls of the hallway close in on them, the realization that they had never known the full truth of your relationship with Spencer, the truth that youād never shared. It made their mind spin, and they backed away from the door, desperate to escape the overwhelming emotions crashing over them.
Noa didnāt confront you then, didnāt barge into the guest room or demand an explanation. Instead, they made their way out of the house quietly, slipping out like a ghost. They moved through the motions of their morning like a zombie, their mind racing, heart aching with every step. They needed to be alone, to think, to understand what they had overheard. And they would talk to you, eventuallyābut only once Spencer was gone.
When you woke up to the sharp sound of your phone ringing, you felt like you were swimming up through murky water, the events of the day before crashing back to you all at once. You squinted at the screenāit was Alexi, their name flashing insistently. You didnāt need to answer to know theyād be demanding an explanation for yesterdayās abrupt hang-up.
āHey,ā you croaked out, voice heavy with sleep and emotion.
āWhat the hell happened?ā Alexiās voice was stern, a mix of worry and frustration. āYou hang up on me, and then I donāt hear from you all night. Spill.ā
You sighed, running a hand over your face as you leaned back into the pillows. āSpencer showed up at my door yesterdayā¦ unannounced. Heāsā¦ he stayed the night,ā you admitted, your voice cracking.
Alexiās reaction was immediate. āHe what? Y/N, what is going on?ā
You spilled everythingāhow Spencer had flown out to see you, how Noa had unknowingly invited him to stay, how youād spent the whole night on edge, and how every touch, every word, every look seemed to tear at your carefully built life. Your voice wavered as you confessed how hard it had been, the emotions youād buried for years bubbling back to the surface in a way you couldnāt control.
āOkay,ā Alexiās voice softened. āSoā¦ do you still love him?ā
The question hung in the air like a challenge, and you felt your breath hitch as a tear slipped down your cheek. Youād spent so long avoiding the answer to that question, convincing yourself that everything had changed, that youād moved on. But when you finally spoke, it felt like the words had been buried for years, clawing their way out.
āI think I do,ā you whispered through the tears, your voice trembling. āItās likeā¦ being with Noa was always so easy, you know? I never had to compare the two. But seeing them togetherā¦ talking to Spencer againā¦ I see how much love he still holds for me, and I know Iāll never be able to give Noa that. I canātā¦ I canāt love them the way I loved Spencer.ā
Alexi was silent on the other end, and you could hear them carefully thinking over their response, searching for the right thing to say. But before they could get a word out, you gasped, cutting them off mid-thought.
āI gotta go,ā you said in a rush, sitting up so quickly that the room spun around you.
āWhat? NoāY/N, you canāt just hang up again! What is going onā?ā
āSpencer,ā you breathed, staring wide-eyed at the doorway. He was standing there, framed in the early morning light, his expression one of utter disbelief, and you knew instantly that heād heard every word youād just said.
āDo you mean that?ā he asked, stepping into the room with slow, careful movements like he was approaching a fragile creature. His voice was so quiet, so vulnerable, you felt like it was wrapping around your heart and squeezing. āYou still love me?ā
You couldnāt speak, couldnāt breathe. All you could do was sit there, your phone slipping from your fingers as you met his gaze, your heart pounding like it would break free from your chest. And you knew, in that moment, there was no more hiding, no more pretending that everything was fine. It was just you and Spencer, standing on the precipice of everything youād left unsaid.
āYes,ā you whispered, voice cracking as tears welled in your eyes.
Spencer felt his own tears begin to blur his vision, his breath catching in his throat. āI love you too,ā he said, the words spilling out like theyād been buried for years, his voice thick with emotion.
You let out a wet giggle through your own tears, and before you knew it, Spencer was sitting on the bed next to you, his hands reaching out to clasp yours. The warmth of his touch was comforting, familiar, and for a moment it felt like all those years apart had never happened. The weight of everything youād both been holding in pressed down, making this moment both heartbreaking and hopeful.
āCan weā¦ can we try again?ā he asked, his voice hopeful, eyes searching yours as if waiting for a lifeline.
You shook your head, sniffling softly. āIām still engaged, Spencer.ā
His face fell slightly, but he stayed close, not letting go of your hands. āYou just said youāll never love them like you loved me.ā
āI know,ā you admitted, your voice a fragile whisper. āAnd itās trueā¦ but I still have to talk to them, figure out what to do.ā
Spencer nodded slowly, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles, grounding himself in the contact. āDo youā¦ do you want to be with me?ā he asked, voice trembling with the fear and hope of what your answer might be.
You stared into those beautiful, familiar eyes, the ones that once held your world, the ones you thought youād never see again. āI think so,ā you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips. āBut, Spencer, I have my whole life here now. More so than everā¦ and you, you have a life in Virginia.ā
āI donāt care,ā he said with finality, his voice strong and certain, all doubt gone. āI donāt care, I will go anywhere to be with you. No job is more important than you.ā
āSpenceā¦ā you murmured, your heart torn between what was and what could be, feeling the pull to him so strong it almost hurt.
āSweetums,ā he teased, the familiar grin spreading across his face, a flicker of the boyish charm you remembered.
āToo soon,ā you laughed, shaking your head, but the sound of his voice, the way he said it, made it impossible to hold back the smile tugging at your lips. Even as your heart wrestled with the enormity of the moment, the warmth of Spencerās presence wrapped around you like a comfort you never wanted to let go.
True to his word, Spencer left that morning, but he didnāt go back to Virginia. Instead, he checked into a hotel nearby, giving you the space he knew you needed while not quite ready to leave you behind.
When you finally heard the jingle of Noaās keys in the door that evening, your stomach twisted with nerves. You had spent the entire day pacing, replaying the conversation with Spencer in your head, wondering what you would say to Noa, trying to untangle what you really wanted.
āHey, baby,ā You called, your tone neutral as they entered, hanging up their bag.Ā
āWhy didnāt you tell me you were married?ā Noa asked casually, turning to face you, their eyes sharp with an edge you hadnāt heard before.
āWhat?ā you stammered, feeling like the wind had just been knocked out of you. āI didnātāā
āTo Spencer,ā Noa clarified, cutting you off, their voice still eerily calm. āYou know, the man that I invited to dinner, who I let stay the night. The man who I made an absolute fool out of myself in front of. The man who told you heās still in love with you.ā
You felt your throat tighten, words failing as the weight of Noaās calm anger pressed down on you like a heavy stone. Noa had never yelledāthey didnāt need to. The steady, even tone made every word land like a blow.
āI didnātāI donātā¦ā You struggled to form a coherent thought, desperate to defend yourself, but the truth was right there, undeniable.
āDo you love him?ā Noa asked, and for a moment, their voice cracked, the tears finally shining in their eyes.
āYes,ā you whispered, your voice barely audible.
āDo you love me?ā they pressed, and the desperation in their eyes broke your heart all over again.
āYes,ā you said again, your own tears falling freely.
Noa took a shuddering breath, looking at you like they were seeing you for the first time. āDo you want to get married?ā they asked, and the question hung between you like a fragile thread.
You shook your head, your voice breaking as you whispered, āNo.ā
Noa nodded, silent tears streaming down their face, and the acceptance in their expression was devastating. āWell,ā they said softly, swallowing hard as they looked away, their worldāyour worldācrumbling with that single word.
āNoa, Iām sorry,ā you said, your voice trembling as you took a tentative step closer, hoping to reach them somehow through the hurt.
Noa nodded, but the gesture was more resigned than understanding. āItāsā¦ what are we going to do?ā they asked, their voice thick with uncertainty.
āWhat?ā you asked, your confusion breaking through the tension.
āThe wedding,ā they clarified, their words heavy with practical sadness. āWe have people coming, we paid for everything, we have a house together.ā
āYeahā¦ā you sighed, feeling the weight of all the things that needed to be undone. āYou, um, you can keep the house. And Iāll pay you back for the weddingā¦ somehow. Iāll figure it out. And, uh, Iāll send out the cancellationsā¦ this is all my fault.ā
āIt is,ā Noa agreed bluntly, and the truth of it stung. āWas the whole relationship a lie?ā
āNo! God, no,ā you panicked, reaching out as if the truth could stop the pain. āEverything was real, Iā¦ I didnāt realize I still loved Spencer until I saw him again.ā
āThatās it?ā Noaās voice wavered between disbelief and bitterness. āOne night, and youāre calling off a whole wedding?ā
You sighed, the exhaustion of the situation weighing you down. āI know itās crazy, butā¦ Iāve already been divorced once. I donāt want to do that again.ā
Noa let out a hollow laugh, and for a moment, you saw a glimmer of the person youād spent years with, a flash of understanding in their eyes. āYouāre already planning our divorce?ā
The ridiculousness of the whole situation caught up to you both, and despite the pain, you found yourself laughing tooāsoftly, helplesslyāas the tension cracked just enough to let some humor seep in. āMaybe?ā you offered with a weak smile.
You both laughed then, a bittersweet sound that hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt almost okayālike the world wasnāt falling apart around you. When the laughter faded, you looked at them, your voice soft and hesitant. āAre youā¦ are you going to be okay?ā
Noa paused, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. āI mean, this sucks,ā they said honestly, their voice raw. āBut yeah, Iāll be okay.ā
Noa was still possibly the best person you knew, even in the midst of everything falling apart. The two of you sat down together, canceling everything for the wedding, each phone call and email pulling at your heartstrings. But Noa was calm and patient, working through the logistics with you, getting deposits back where you could, dividing your shared assets. Luckily, the separate bank accounts made that part easier.
āWhat are you going to do now?ā Noa asked one day, after youād gone through another round of cancellations. āAre you moving?ā
āIām not sure,ā you admitted, trying to mask the uncertainty. āI hear Virginia is lovelyā¦ā You know it is, youāve visited many times.
Noa nodded slowly, a teasing scoff escaping through the lingering hurt. āLike, where the FBI is?ā
āIs it?ā you said with a laugh, playing innocent.
āAnd what about your stores?ā they pressed, leaning back as if to put some distance between the weight of the question and the reality of your situation.
You groaned, the stress of it all hitting you at once. āI donāt knowā¦ I could sell them? Then give you the money for the wedding.ā
Noa laughed softly, elbowing you gently in the ribs. āY/N, you donāt have to pay for the whole weddingājust, like, Ā¾ of it.ā
You couldnāt help but laugh along with them, grateful for how easy they were making this break. āOkay, deal,ā you agreed, grinning through the heaviness. āMaybe Alexi would want to take over.ā
That night, you called Alexi, filling them in on everythingāSpencer, Noa, the wedding, the whole mess you were working through. They listened patiently, and when you finally finished, they couldnāt hold back their excitement.
āI knew it!ā Alexi practically shouted, causing you to laugh, the tension melting away as you shared the absurdity of your current situation with them. After laughing and joking together for a while, you brought up the idea of selling your business. To your relief and surprise, Alexi was more than willing to buy it from you, excited at the opportunity. And just like that, another piece of your life clicked into place as you prepared to move forward.
While all of this was going on, Spencer paced his hotel room like a caged animal. He couldnāt sit still, couldnāt concentrate on anything except the racing thoughts of what could happenāwhat your decision would be. His phone sat untouched, and though his fingers itched to call someone for support, he was too scared to share any good news before knowing the final verdict. He couldnāt let hope take root, not yet.
The hours dragged on until, late at night, his phone buzzed loudly in the quiet room, lighting up with your contact photoāthe one he had never changed, with that adorable smile he couldnāt forget. His heart leapt into his throat as he scrambled to answer, pressing the phone to his ear urgently.
āHello?ā he asked, trying to steady his voice, but the anxious excitement was impossible to hide.
āHey,ā you breathed out, the sound of your voice washing over him like a wave of relief.
āHowād it go?ā Spencerās voice trembled with hope, his nerves hanging on every word.
āGoodā¦ good,ā you said, and he could hear the faint smile in your voice, something lighter than heād heard in days. āUm, remember when I visited a while back? And we saw that beautiful red house with the flowers out front?ā
āYeah?ā he replied, holding his breath, his mind racing to piece together what you were saying.
āShould we see if itās on the market?ā
Spencerās chest tightened with joy, and for a moment, the world stood stillājust the possibility of a future, of a home, of everything heād ever wanted with you.
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āSpencer!ā Derek yelled from down the hall, wiping his hands on a rag after finishing up some work.
āYeah?ā Spencer poked his head in the door, dust smudged on his face from their hours of labor on the house.
āI finished this room,ā Derek said, gesturing to the newly painted walls and freshly installed trim. āWhich oneās next?ā
āLet me check,ā Spencer said, ducking out for a second before coming back with a checklist. āBathroom.ā
Derek grinned, wiping his forehead. āY/Nās really calling all the shots, huh?ā he teased.
Spencerās smile softened, his eyes reflecting nothing but warmth. āThis is her dream home.ā
āWhat about your dream home?ā Derek asked, eyebrow raised.
āSheās my dream home,ā Spencer said simply, the words carrying a sincerity that Derek couldnāt help but appreciate.
āThatās sweet, man,ā Derek said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder with a smile. āBut Iām never letting you live that down.ā
Spencer chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up a paint roller, knowing full well Derek meant every word. And that was fine with himābecause this was where he wanted to be, building a life with you, step by step.
āSpencer!ā you called out urgently from the other side of the house, your voice ringing through the hallways.
Spencerās heart skipped a beat as he rushed over, worried you might have hurt yourself. āYeah, baby? Everything okay?ā he asked breathlessly as he rounded the corner to find you standing by the bedroom window.
You turned to him with a playful smile, holding up two curtain swatches. āWhich curtain do you like?ā
Spencer let out a relieved chuckle, shaking his head at his own worry. He walked over to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. āWhatever color you pick will be perfect, my love,ā he murmured against your skin.
āWell, obviously I have the final say,ā you teased with a grin, ābut I still wanted to know what you like.ā
āThank you for considering my opinion,ā he laughed, looking thoughtfully at the swatches. āUhā¦ that one,ā he said, pointing to the one in your left hand.
āThank you! Correct choice,ā you teased, dropping the swatches on the floor as you grabbed Spencerās shirt, pulling him close for a deep, lingering kiss.
He hummed softly against your lips, smiling into the kiss. āMmmā¦ what was that for?ā
You broke the kiss just enough to whisper, āI just love you.ā
āYeah?ā Spencer asked with a soft smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. āEnough to marry me again?ā
You laughed, caught off guard by the sudden question. āWas that your proposal?ā you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.
Spencer leaned back, pretending to consider his words thoughtfully before nodding with a chuckle. āI think it was,ā he admitted, laughing at himself. āSoā¦ howād I do?ā
Giggling, you pulled him in for another kiss, your lips meeting his with warmth and certainty. āAmazing. But weāre eloping this time,ā you said, resting your forehead against his as the words slipped out between kisses.
āWhatever you say, Mrs. Reid,ā he murmured back, his voice full of affection and promise.
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After months of hard work, the renovations on your new house were finally finished. It had taken time, effort, and a lot of patience, but with Derekās hands-on help and guidance, you and Spencer transformed it into a home that truly reflected both of you.Ā
The front of the house, a charming red structure framed by an explosion of colorful flowers, felt like something straight out of a storybook. A mix of vibrant yellows, pinks, purples, and reds surrounded the quaint porch, and the white picket fence added a classic touch, making the entire exterior feel warm and inviting.Ā
Inside, the home had become a true sanctuary. Your bedroom was bright and serene, with airy, light-filtering curtains draped over wide windows that bathed the room in soft, natural light. The bed was draped in a red and white blanket that matched the cheerful energy of the house, and shelves lined with books and little mementos from your life with Spencer filled the walls.
The kitchen was a dreamāa beautiful, open area filled with pale blue cabinets and golden fixtures that glinted under the soft morning light that poured through the wide, farmhouse-style windows. Wooden open shelves displayed dishes and decor, and the island in the center was the perfect place for shared meals, morning coffee, and cooking side-by-side, something that you and Spencer cherished.
Spencerās office was a space of calm concentration, tucked into a corner of the house that offered peace and quiet. The walls were painted a deep forest green, and vintage touchesālike the rustic wooden desk and traditional-style chairāgave it a classic, studious feel. The large windows allowed in just enough natural light to make it a comfortable, thoughtful workspace, while the thick greenery just outside provided a sense of privacy and focus.
After the renovations were done, you and Spencer knew there was no better way to celebrate than to invite all your closest friends and family for a āhousewarmingā party. The BAU team, your parents, Alexi, and a few other close friends gathered at the house to tour the renovations, see all the changes, and share in the excitement of your new beginning. Laughter filled the rooms as everyone admired the work youād both put into the home and marveled at the way it reflected both of you so perfectly.
But the tour was just the beginning. As everyone made their way to the backyard, the sun started to dip below the horizon, the sky turning into the golden hour glow of soft oranges and pinks. The moment felt magical, and you knew it was time to share your real surprise.
You stood beside Spencer, a wide smile on your face as you addressed your loved ones, your voice carrying across the yard. āWeāre so happy that you all could come to celebrate our home with us,ā you started, your eyes twinkling as you looked to Spencer. āBut, actually, thatās not the only reason we asked you all to be here today.ā
There were murmurs of curiosity and excitement, eyes darting between you and Spencer as he took your hand. āThis is our version of eloping,ā he announced, his voice warm and steady, and there was a collective gasp from the crowd as they began to realize what was happening.
āWeāre getting married,ā you added, barely able to keep from bursting into laughter and tears all at once. And as you turned to Noaāyour now close friend and recently ordained officiantāyou saw the beaming smile on their face as they stepped forward to take their place at the center of the garden, ready to join you and Spencer in marriage once again, this time surrounded by the people who meant the most to you both.
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season 4 dean and cas are so š¤ š¤
justā¦ cas saw dean stripped bare of his defenses and at his lowest and touched his soul to raise him, his voice ringing out that dean winchester had been saved, and at the same moment, cas was lost to the angels because his path had changed course.
and as a result, cas knows more ABOUT dean than almost anyone at this point, he has seen past all the lies and masks dean uses to the truth of him, BUT he doesnāt KNOW him, really, because he lacks a fundamental understanding of how people work and what drives them. and it just becomes the two of them tearing down each othersā perceptions of the world, dean showing cas what it really means to have humanity and how significant emotions are while cas teaches dean that heās worth the effort that went into saving him
#spn#supernatural#spn meta#dean winchester#castiel#cas#deancas#casdean#destiel meta#destiel#cas meta#dean meta#supernatural dean#dean studies#cas studies#castiel my beloved#it takes two to have a profound bond
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can you do reader is very body conscious but lessi helps her? lyy
youāre beautiful - alessia russo
alessia russo x reader
description: in which your girlfriend wishes you could see yourself the way she does
warnings: self loathing, insecurity, tears, slightly angsty?
a/n: YOUāRE BEAUTIFUL AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT, MY LOVES, thank you for the request, love you, i hope this lived up to expectations because im getting in my head again šā¤ļø
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you and your girlfriend, alessia, had a love so pure, it was sickeningly sweet.
people may say that the term āsoulmatesā is overused, but alessia russo was in fact your soulmate.
she was your better half, a true soul connection that is truly authentic and genuinely profound.
this girl had you wrapped around her finger and it was very much mirrored for you. the two of you would do anything for each other, without a second thought clouding your mind.
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you and alessia met years ago in your youth, forming a close bond with the blonde unexpectedly.
alessia in her younger years was quite shy, finding it hard to put herself out there and make friends. whereas, you on the other hand, were outgoing, always the first person to approach when someone looked like they needed a friend.
and thatās what you did. when you and alessia joined the england youth football team, you watched as alessia, wide eyed and nerve ridden, clutched her training top in her hand, youād been told to find a partner for warm ups.
and you, with your mischievous grin and kind eyes, walked over to alessia and nudged her with your shoulder. āiām (y/n)ā you whisper, alessia looks over at you in surprise, sending you a grateful smile, āiām alessiaā she whispers back.
āyou have beautiful eyes, alessiaā you grin, alessia cheeks fill with pink, looking down at the pitch with a little laugh before looking back up at you.
āyou have a pretty smileā alessia breathes out, you smile brightly at her, offering her a piece of gum while you conversed, unbeknowingly becoming a part of your routine that lasted for years.
you and alessia navigated the ups and downs of childhood together, forming an unbreakable bond.
the more you talked and hung out, the more you realised how perfect you were for each other. and so, at 17, you and alessia started dating, you, as usual taking the lead that alessia was very grateful for.
ārusso, i think itās time we dateā you say simply, causing alessia to choke on air while the two of you walked around the pitch. āwhat?ā she mutters, her cheeks bright pink when you interlaced your fingers together.
āi really like you, lessi,ā you say earnestly, giving her a charming smile that made her heart leap out of her chest.
āi really like you tooā she breathes out, both of you now looking a little sheepish, giving little squeezes of your hands while you looked at each other.
thatās when alessia closed the gap and pulled you into a kiss, you gasp in surprise against her lips, your hand moving to cradle her cheek as you pulled her closer.
it was a little clumsy at first but you both quickly found a rhythm, feeling familiar yet foreign all at the same time.
alessiaās hand makes its way to your bicep, squeezing it gently and smiling against you. eventually when the two of you pulled apart, you both broke into little fits of giggles, resting your foreheads against each other as your breath intermingled with each other. the promise of forever lingering in the air.
everyone saw how genuine your connection was, you brought out alessiaās confidence, alessia brought out your calm side. a perfect balance working together in harmony. the amount of respect, love and admiration for each other never went unnoticed by the two of you.
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you had always played at arsenal while alessia played at manchester united, ecstatic when she decided to transfer to be closer to you.
youād always been a woso couple favourite, the amount of edits under both of your names were insane. it only grew as alessia transferred. but something that grew in small but visible amounts, was hate.
it was inevitable, you were both in the public eye and people could be truly awful when they wanted to be. you tried not to look at it but it was incredibly hard when it was directed at you.
alessia was perfect and you could say that with your chest, and everyone else thought that. so people loved to tell you that you werenāt good enough. you werenāt fit enough.
people claiming you were using the girl even though you both have incredibly successful, established careers that no one could deny.
but it didnāt matter, you were scrutinised by a very tiny amount of people but it had a large impact. you thought you would be used to it by now but these comments for some reason just stuck with you.
you stood in front of the mirror in your shared apartment, suddenly your daily training uniform feeling tight on your body.
no matter how you moved it, it didnāt feel right. your eyes welled with tears as your eyes took in your appearance. you felt awful. you shook it off, making your way to alessia who was currently preparing protein shakes for the car.
you snuck up behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle as your chin rested on her shoulder. she was always a little taller but it didnāt matter.
āhey, babeā alessia grins, leaning back into you, āhi, lessi babyā you kiss her shoulder sweetly. she flipped around in your embrace, kissing your lips gently a couple of times, making you giggle against her. she relishes at the sound, pecking the tip of your nose before ushering you to the car.
she drove with her hand gently squeezing your thigh before you both arrived. you were feeling fine up until then, but as soon as the two of you got into training, you felt off, the comments flashing in your mind.
alessia noticed a change in your behaviour. your usual confident and vibrant self was seemingly preoccupied. you trained with her like normal, giggling and chatting but your smile never fully reached your eyes, alessia knew you better than anyone, she could see you declining.
āhey, you okay?ā alessia grabs your hand when you enter the change room after training, pulling you close to her before you tried to walk away.
āyeah, baby, iām goodā you smile, kissing her sweetly, she melts into you, kissing you back with a satisfied hum before she pulled away from you.
ādonāt distract me, missyā she chuckles, pinching your cheek teasingly before she wrapped her arms around you.
she pulls you close, tucking your head under her chin as she gently swayed you from side to side. you lean further into her, feeling a lump in your throat growing, desperately hoping you donāt look like youāre going to cry.
ācan we go home, please?ā you say softly, alessia frowns a little at that, āācourse we can,ā kissing your head tenderly before dragging you to your cubby.
she sits you down, helping you into one of her hoodies before helping you change from your boots.
ārusso spoils you, (y/l/n)ā katie teases, āyou donāt deserve this little angelā katie laughs, you knew she meant well but it sent a knife to your heart.
you throw her a pathetic smile, looking down as alessia shooed katie away, smiling up at you reassuringly, kissing your knee gently before moving up.
she quickly packs your stuff away, as well as her own and quickly changing, claiming you both could shower at home.
she essentially dragged you out of the room, opening the door for you to her car, doing your seatbelt for you and kissing you sweetly before she went to her own side.
you really didnāt deserve her.
the whole ride home, you stared out of the window, only really contributing to conversation when necessary. alessia was truly worried at this point, but not wanting to push you.
she cautiously grabbed your hand and interlaced them together, worried youād pull away but you tightened your grip. she sent you a smile even though you werenāt looking at her, so instead she kissed the back of your hand. letting you know she was there, like always.
you both got inside and you trudged to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. alessiaās heart broke a little, youād usually shower together in times like this, but you didnāt want anything to do with alessia she felt. so she left you alone..sort of.
she placed her ear on the door when she didnāt hear the shower start, instead hearing a heart wrenching sob escaping your throat. she couldnāt handle it anymore.
ābaby, open the door, pleaseā alessia pleaded, your sobs not relenting, ā(y/n/n), come on, loveā alessia tries again, hearing you cry and feeling her heart breaking. she started to panic until she heard the door unlock, not wasting any time and making her way inside.
āhey, hey, heyā she coos, bending down to your level when she sees you cry on the floor, you canāt help but cry seeing her, her own tears streaming down her face when she saw you.
āwhatās wrong, love?ā she asked softly, wiping your tears from your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.
you tried to open your mouth to speak but nothing came out, her hands made their way to the sides of your neck as she directed your eyes to hers.
ābreathe, babyā her thumbs brush against the underside of your jaw, you try to mimick her breathing, little hiccups resulting from your sobs as you and alessia looked at each other tearfully.
she didnāt know why you were crying but all the pain you felt, she felt.
you both sat there for a second, just in silence with occasional sniffles feeling the room. alessia waited until you were ready, her patience unlimited when it comes to you.
ālessiā you choke out, āiām here, iām here, babyā alessia smiles sadly, moving to kiss your cheek gently, only making another teardrop from your duct.
āwhy, though? you shouldnāt be with meā you hiccup, her eyebrows furrow, looking at you confused, she tries to speak up but you cut her off, āalessia, you deserve so much betterā you sniffle, alessia looks slightly furious.
āi donāt deserve better, i deserve you, youāre more than anything i deserveā she says sternly, ābaby, what happened?ā she tries again, āi hate my body, i hate the way i look, i hate that someone as perfect as you has to be seen with meā you sniff, alessia looks almost offended, her hands dropping from your face to grab your hands, both of you sitting on the floor.
ā(y/n) (y/l/n)ā she starts, āmy baby, your beauty is out of this worldā she says adoringly, āyouāre absolutely gorgeous, youāre so kind, youāre so strong, youāre perfectā she smiles, moving one of her hand up to cradle your cheek again. āwho put this stupid idea in you head?ā alessia tucks a stray peice of hair behind your ear,
āonlineā you admit quietly, alessia had enough at that, she lifts you up off the floor, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carried you to the bedroom.
she placed you down with a sweet kiss to your forehead, standing behind you in front of the mirror. you shy your gaze away, looking down at the floor, unable to look at yourself.
ālook up, my loveā she whispers, kissing your temple as her hands held your hips. you exhale deeply before looking in the mirror, making eye contact with alessia through the mirror.
āi love your legs, theyāre so strong, theyāve walked through challenges, through accomplishments. they let you walk to me, they let you run, theyāre perfectā she whispers in your ear, a frown was still evident on your face so alessia continued.
āyour waist, your hips, i love holding it whenever i can, i love feeling you breathing, knowing youāre with me,ā she smiles, kissing your cheek, a little hint of a smile playing at your lips that had her brightening.
ānext your arms, also very strongā she winks at you, making you huff out a little laugh, āwhenever your arms are around me, i feel so safe, i love when you squeeze me when you get excited, they also have your hands attached and we know why i love your handsā she teases, you laugh at that, throwing your head back with a smile when she chuckles, placing a little kiss on your neck,
āi love your neck, i love your shoulders, i love your pretty face, your gorgeous eyes that light up when you get excited, and your smileā she breathes out,
āyou know how much i love your smile, it brightens up the whole room, my beautiful, beautiful girlā she says a little tearfully. you turn around and just look up at her, āi love youā she says softly, thatās when you pull her into a bone crushing hug.
āi love you, i love you so muchā you sniff, kissing her cheek repeatedly before burying your face into the base of her neck.
she hugs you tightly, relieved that you felt better, ādonāt listen to any of the idiots online, babyā she says into your hair, her hands rubbing comforting circles over your (her) hoodie.
you nod into her skin, letting her drag you to the shower where she really showed you some appreciation about just how beautiful you are.
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youād finally woken up to yourself through the help of alessia, youāre absolutely gorgeous no matter what anyone says. it was a relief for everyone when you and alessia came to game day as loved up as ever.
as soon as alessia got out of the car, you latched onto her back, making the girl laugh brightly as she walked with you bumping into her every two seconds, attempting to keep your bodies close together.
ābaby, i canāt walkā she laughs, āfine,ā you huff, hopping onto her back, her hands instantly catch under your thighs as she smiles brightly when she feels you peck her cheek repeatedly as she walked you both into the emirates.
ālovebirdsā leah teases, you wink at her and nod, making the older girl send you a playful grin as alessia continued to carry you into the change rooms.
you and alessia play exceptionally well, assisting her in a goal that had the crowd roaring. you bound over to her with a bright grin as she held her arms open to you, lifting you up triumphantly, feeling more proud about you rather than the goal.
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you know the drill, just pretend itās you!! ily tooney
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Steve H.
Part One, Part Two
I think it would be incredibly funny to write a No-Upsidedown Au where Steve and Dustin still become unofficial brothers. Like, the kids are still getting into a ton of dangerous mischief and one way or another Dustin adopts Steve as his older brother figure and in short order Claudia takes him in as a second son.
Like maybe Steve gets his first concussion actually helping Dustin find his missing cat after Steve has been in his mentorship/brother role for a few months. How I don't know, I like to imagine it playing out like the book version of Dandelion and Geralt's meeting in The Witcher where Dustin is being chased by some bullies and just latches on to the first strong man he sees to hide behind and then BAM, bonded for life.
Anyway, Steve has been around for a little while and Claudia has met him a few times (she's not just going to let a strange older boy she's never met hang around her middle school-aged son without meeting him first) but they don't know each other too well and Steve seems very...plastic for lack of a better word when she's around. Like he doesn't want to upset her so he's always got a perfect smile and polite words ready to offer her, but he's a nice kid and way more goofy and authentic when he's hanging out with Dustin and she peeks her head into the living room.
So when he gets hurt while helping, and subsequently protecting Dustin and a couple of his friends she makes sure to stop by with cookies and a profound thank you. She asks where his parents are and who's going to make sure he wakes up every hour for the next 24 hours when he gets discharged and he says he was planning to call a cab and set some alarms because his parents aren't in town and there's no one else at the house. So Claudia pretty much just tells him he's coming home with them for the rest of the week, which turns into a full week when his parents still aren't home, and by the time he's actually ready to leave they've all grown accustomed to this new family unit.
Steve does go home at first, but he makes a lot more excuses to come over and Claudia and Dustin work overtime coming up with lame excuses as to why he should just spend the night.
"Oh Steve, it's already midnight and you're taking Dusty to school tomorrow morning anyway, why don't you just take the spare bed."
"Steve! Steve! We have to watch the next one! You said we could watch the whole series so we're not stopping until we pass out on this couch!"
"Oh, honey the snow is really coming down out there. I know you have snow tires but you really shouldn't risk it. You stay here tonight."
And Steve doesn't want to leave, not at all. He's never felt more at home than he does sitting with the Hendersons after dinner watching sitcoms or playing board games, but sometimes he doesn't have a good excuse or his parents are planning to come home for a couple of weeks so he leaves and hates every moment spent in his own house.
Until one day when he's staying the night at his parent's house while they're home for a long weekend and they have an absolute blowout of a fight. He doesn't even know why it started, just knows that everyone was already in a foul mood and none of them are the type to back down from a fight and the result is hours of screaming hurtful things at each other and his mom throwing a few slaps his way that hurt his soul more than his face and ends with his dad going upstairs and smashing his walkman and his favorite cassettes with the kitchen kettle. At which point silence descends on the Harrington house and Steve turns around and walks out the door.
It's a 20 minute walk to the Henderson home and by the time he gets there, he's numb in the heart and the hands. Dustin is already in bed and Claudia pulls him inside to warm him up and talk it out, at which point Steve curls up into her arms and cries and rages.
After that night Steve doesn't go home aside from the single trip he made to fill a bag, grab his car, and tell his parents he won't be coming back. They put up a bit of a fight but ultimately let him go with the promise that no legal action will be taken, meaning that they'll sign whatever documents he needs for school or the doctor or whatever if he faxes them to the office but he won't try for emancipation and bring all that legal drama to the forefront. Steve knows that any lawyer he could get for the case would be trounced by whoever his parents brought in, so he agrees.
And from that day on he lives with the Hendersons and becomes Claudia's second son and continues being Dustin's older brother.
(We didn't actually get to the funny part but I was on a role so if you're interested I'll be posting part two soon!)
#stranger things#dreamer speaks#steve harrington#dustin henderson#claudia henderson#cw domestic violence#pre steddie#pre Wayne x Claudia#maybe you see where this is going
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Darling, i'm sorry..
After a fight, they need to make things right with you.
Hyung line, Maknae line
š¬ Life feels like a rollercoaster, and here I am, still pouring my thoughts onto the page, hoping this time it's something worth reading.
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Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome āØ
Han
Sometimes, Hanās tendency to overthink would get the better of him, especially when it came to his emotions. He found himself tangled in his thoughts, turning minor issues into bigger problems. That's often where the arguments would startāover something small and insignificant. Heād begin to complain, nitpicking every detail, and before long, his voice would rise, frustration spilling over. The tension would build between you two, creating a moment of distance, even though the argument itself didnāt seem that important. After a while, though, you would both take time apart, letting things cool down. Han would often sit in silence, reflecting on his actions. His eyes would wander to the closed bedroom door where you were, and heād start thinking about the argument again. Slowly, it would hit him how much his overreactions could cost him. The fear of losing you, the one person he loved most, would wash over him, stronger than any frustration heād felt earlier. In those moments, he realized that his biggest fear wasnāt the fight itself but the thought of pushing you away.
He took a hesitant step closer to the bedroom door, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on his shoulders. For a brief moment, he stood in silence, contemplating everything that had transpired between you both. His heart raced as he reached out, his hand finally grasping the doorknob, and he turned it slowly, the soft creak of the door echoing in the stillness of the room. When he stepped inside and his eyes fell on you, he was struck by the sight of you silently crying, your shoulders trembling with the weight of your emotions. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he quietly closed the door behind him, wanting to create a barrier between the two of you and the outside world. He moved closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, as he settled down beside you on the bed. Without saying a word, he allowed his forehead to rest gently against your shoulder, seeking comfort in your presence. āIām so sorry,ā he whispered, his voice low and filled with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability.
āItās such a silly thing we fought about, and I never wanted to hurt you.ā He lifted his head slightly, looking deep into your tear-filled eyes, and reached out to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. The tenderness of the gesture held a promise of understanding and love. āYou know I love you, right? More than anything in this world,ā he continued, his voice thick with emotion. āIt hurts so much to even think about the possibility of you walking out of my life. I canāt imagine what that would be like.ā His heart ached as he watched the pain in your eyes, and he knew that the love he felt for you was more profound than any argument they could ever have. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap that had formed between you, to reassure you that no disagreement could ever diminish the bond you shared. In that quiet moment, he hoped you could feel his sincerity, and he silently vowed to do whatever it took to make things right between you two, to ensure that the love you both cherished would always prevail.
Felix
He often gets so absorbed in his games that it feels like heās in another world, completely disconnected from everything around him. His intense focus blocks out everything, including you. Youāve seen it happen beforeāhe becomes so fixated on his game that it's as if youāre invisible, no matter what you say or do. He doesnāt mean to push you away, but in those moments, itās hard not to feel ignored and unimportant. Itās like heās locked inside his own bubble, and youāre left standing on the outside. You try to be patient, but after a while, it becomes too much. You grab your things, deciding to leave. As you walk toward the door, frustration bubbling inside, you hear a shift behind you. Heās realized whatās happening. His head snaps up from the game, the characters on his screen frozen, as he rises from his chair. Losing the game is the least of his worries now. All that matters is stopping you from walking out. Just as youāre about to open the apartment door, his hand catches yours, gently but firmly holding you back. His touch is a silent apology, a sign that he knows heās hurt you.
He held your hand, his eyes meeting yours, searching for somethingāunderstanding, forgiveness. His expression alone spoke volumes, conveying the apology he couldnāt put into words. For a moment, he stood still, the silence between you filled with unspoken regret. Then, he took a few steps closer, the faint sound of his game still playing in the background, left runningāsomething he almost never did. It was a small sign, but enough to show you just how much his focus had shifted to you, and how much he cared in this quiet, vulnerable moment. "Donāt goā¦" he whispered, his voice soft but filled with an urgency that cut through the silence. It was low, almost pleading, but you heard it clearly. "Please, donāt go. I donāt want you to." His hand tightened around yours, his desperation growing with each passing second. He repeated, "Iām sorry, pleaseā¦ donāt leave me." His breath was shaky as he struggled to find the right words, his emotions getting the better of him. "Youāre more important than everythingā¦ more important than anything else," he said, his voice breaking slightly.
"I know I messed up, but I canāt lose you. Iāll do anything, justā¦ stay." His eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of regret and fear, his vulnerability laid bare in those few words. His hand gently caressed your cheek, the warmth of his touch calming the tension between you. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a brief moment as if to silently promise things would get better. "Letās do something together," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Iāll turn off my computer." He stepped back slightly, his eyes locking with yours in a way that made you feel seen, as if all his attention was now on you. "Itās been a while since we did a cooking date, hasnāt it?" he asked, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Should we cook something special or maybe bake together?" There was a light in his eyes now, a spark of excitement as he tried to reconnect with you, eager to bring back the simple joys you once shared.
Seungmin
There are times when Seungminās words can be quite sharp. While you understand this side of him, knowing that he doesn't always mean to come across so harshly, it doesnāt change the fact that some of his remarks still hit you hard, especially when youāre feeling low yourself. In those moments, the weight of his words feels even heavier, like a blade slicing through an already fragile situation. The tension builds until both of you are trading hurtful words back and forth. Eventually, it escalates to the point where you and Seungmin decide to walk away, giving yourselves space to cool off. As you turn to leave, you catch a glimpse of Seungminās expressionāhis face is blank, almost emotionless, as if nothing you said got to him. But you know better. Itās just a mask he wears, hiding the fact that heās upset, deeply wounded, especially when he watches you walk away. Seeing your back as you leave stings more than heās willing to admit. His pride and ego hold him back from saying something right away, but after some time passes, you find him standing there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, waiting for you.
The moment he spots you, he slowly drops his arms, his eyes locking on yours. For a few long, tense moments, neither of you says anything, both drawn into the silence that hangs between you, heavy with unspoken feelings. He lets you open the door first, quietly following you inside without saying a word. As the two of you sit down on the couch, the silence stretches between you, heavy and awkward. You sit side by side, close but somehow feeling distant. After what feels like an eternity, you notice him looking down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he awkwardly caresses his own knee. Thereās a tension in the air, thick with unsaid things. āI realized I was wrong,ā he finally admits, his voice quiet but sincere. āI shouldnāt have said those things.ā He pauses, his eyes still fixed on his hands as if he canāt bring himself to meet your gaze. āI didnāt mean it... you know me. Iām not good at expressing how I feel.ā His voice trails off, and you can hear the struggle in his tone, the vulnerability that he so rarely shows. Itās not easy for him to admit his mistakes.
And the fact that heās saying it now, in this moment, speaks volumes about how much he regrets what happened. He glances at you, noticing how you seem lost in your thoughts, your eyes fixed on the floor. For a moment, he hesitates, unsure of how to reach you. Slowly, he extends his hand and gently takes yours, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand in a comforting gesture. The warmth of his touch pulls you out of your thoughts, though you still donāt meet his gaze. āI made reservations,ā he says quietly, breaking the silence. You look at him, a little confused at first. āAt that restaurant you mentionedāthe one you said you wanted to try.ā His voice is soft but carries a hopeful tone, as if heās trying to rebuild a bridge between you. Your eyes finally meet his, and you see the sincerity in them, the way heās trying to make things right, to reconnect. āLetās... go on a date,ā he suggests, his voice a little more sure now. āI miss us. I miss our time together.ā The words are simple but carry a weight of longing, and in that moment, you feel the gap between you starting to close, if only a little.
Jeongin
Jeongin's clumsiness had always been a part of him, something almost endearing in most situations, but this time it came at the worst possible moment. The argument had started over something small, but it quickly spiraled into something biggerāsomething that meant a lot to him. It was about one of those things he'd worked so hard for, something that he held close to his heart. Yet, in the heat of the moment, his words came out wrong. He felt cornered and defensive, and that only led to more hurt. Instead of fixing things, his attempts to explain himself only worsened the situation, breaking what he had worked so hard to build. The argument turned into a full-blown fight, and before he knew it, both of you were deeply upset. Jeongin hated it. He never wanted to be in this kind of conflict, especially not with the person he loved most in the world. But there he was, standing in the middle of it, and though he knew it was wrong, he couldnāt stop. His pride had taken over, and his ego spoke for him instead of his heart.
He wanted you to understand his side too, but it seemed impossible to get his point across without sounding cold or distant. After the fight, Jeongin was left with a gnawing feeling of regret. He thought about it over and over, replaying the conversation in his head, wishing he'd said things differently. He wanted to apologize so badly, but he couldnāt bring himself to do it. He was too shy, too proud, too unsure of how you'd react. Several times, he picked up his phone, thinking about texting you, typing out the words he wanted to say. But each time, his fingers hovered over the send button before he ultimately deleted the message. He would stare at the empty screen, sighing in frustration, wishing he could express how he really felt without the fear of making things worse. Days passed, and with each one, Jeongin found it harder to think about what to say. The more time went by, the more he realized it wasnāt about finding the perfect words. He didn't need a carefully crafted apology or a long explanation. What he really wanted was to fix things, to go back to how they were before the fight.
So, without thinking about it too much, his feet led him to your place. There was no grand plan, no rehearsed speech. When he saw you, all the hesitation, the worry, the uncertainty melted away. Without saying a word, he walked straight up to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a sudden, unexpected hug. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scentāthe one he loved more than anything. His embrace was warm, a comfort you hadnāt realized you missed after days of distance between you. "Iām stupid," he whispered, his voice soft and regretful. "The fight was stupid." His arms tightened around you as if he was afraid to let go. "Iām sorryā¦ I didnāt mean to break it, and I didnāt mean to scream at you." After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that made your heart ache. "Iāll buy a new one," he promised softly, his voice laced with remorse. "And Iāll make it up to you, to us. Iām sorryā¦ I love you." His words hung in the air, filled with a quiet desperation to fix what had been broken, to start again.
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pick a pile - which enhypen member (hyung line) is your ideal boyfriend?
thought of a fun idea where i could look into which enhypen member (hyung line) would be your ideal boyfriend. remember to please take the reading lightly and for fun! breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. š©ā”šŖ
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sim jaeyun
shuffled song: take one to the head by sabrina claudio
you immediately strike me as quite mature. regardless of your age, you might already have a good amount of crucial life experience; maybe you're an old soul caught in a younger body. or you've just been through certain things in life, which have shaped you into this wise and complex soul. either way, there seems to be wisdom and knowledge, as well as this profound understanding of life within you. you ask the meaningful and deeper questions in life. jake is a boyfriend, who enjoys relationships which transform him for the better. he likes people who can have a significant impact on him and his life; i can see you having the potential to amuse jake with not only your ability to talk about the deeper and more serious topics in life, but also your natural charm. it seems like you have this aura about you, where people just feel drawn to you automatically. jake loves meeting people who just cause this sensation in him, where he feels attracted right at first glance.
regardless of which gender you identify as, you seem to embrace your feminine qualities quite beautifully. you're very attractive, and have this nice balance between empathy, emotionality and sensuality, but also fiery vibrancy and a strong presence. these are traits jake feels drawn to easily; again, he just loooves someone who makes an impression on him. he loves people who stand out in the crowd. whether it's because of your emotional intelligence, your talent and hard work in a certain field (maybe artistically), or this intriguing passion you radiate.. you are quite the force to be reckoned with, and jake would probably agree with me on that.
even despite all the ways in which you draw attention to yourself, you also seem to be someone who does enjoy the quiet and more intimate times. you do need breaks to calm down; jake is a boyfriend who also very much likes to focus on his lovers only, and spend time with them while away from everyone else. i can see you two spending the day together just cuddling, watching movies, getting to know each other on an even deeper level. jake is a guy who definitely enjoys his quality time, and likes bonding over it. so he'd love to recharge his energy by spending quality time with you on his off days; it'd just be this dynamic of calm and peaceful, but also hot and steamy times whenever you two feel like it.
in addition, you might be a person who doesn't like letting go of what's dear to them; whether that is material things, or the people you hold close to your heart. jake himself can have this complex duality where, he is possessive and quite obsessive over his lovers himself, but can also have his impulsive ways. however, if he comes together with a dedicted partner who remains committed to him throughout all trials, this will ignite the spark within him to stick by their side as well. this stable approach you could potentially bring into the relationship, could be of huge benefit to someone like jake, whose mars in libra often strikes me as significant. he gives me the energy of a person who values the concept of give and take, where if someone treats him a certain way, he will want to give it back to them. i can see you two coming together as an experience where, you can bond over your similarities and bring out the better in each other, in order to create a connection based on a stable and firm ground, consisting of real trust.
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park sunghoon
shuffled song: me after you by paul kim
you might be a person who likes the idea of having a boyfriend, who's ready to be the provider and protector in your life. someone mature, dependable and reliable, who steps up to take charge and lead the relationship. perhaps you also don't mind the thought of more traditional roles within a romantic connection, and enjoy the concept of a domestic life.
do you feel like you'd benefit from a more stable and strong figure by your side sometimes? you might be someone who's in possession of a more sensitive, soft and easily hurt heart. you might also be someone self-critical, and could have a tendency to overthink or get nervous and anxious about trivial things. (don't be so hard on yourself <3) sunghoon is a boyfriend who puts a lot of importance into establishing emotionally intimate bonds with his lovers. he's also a person who can display this soothing source of comfort and peace for his partners. he's good at making people feel listened to, and cared about.
sunghoon would be a person who's ready to listen to whatever you have to say, someone who'd always have an open ear to allow you to vent and let out your worries or frustrations. whether that's through the phone, in person; he'd help you feel supported and looked after, he'd be this rock-like existence that brings you a lot of strength and stability in life. you could lean on him comfortably, feel like you've found your person, someone who you could tell your deepest, darkest secrets to without any second thoughts. he'd not only be a boyfriend who'd want to know you like no other, but he would want to understand you like no other.
ātell me more.ā
āit's a long story though..ā
āfor you, i have all the time in the world.ā
you could also enjoy quiet and relaxing times together with him. perhaps you are a person who leans on the more introverted and reserved side, or just need your peace at the end of the day, and would like someone you could, basically be alone together with. sunghoon would love intimate dates where it's just you two, in a dimly candle lit room, watching a romantic movie, with the rest of the world masked out. he'd truly enjoy feeling only your presence next to him, and your heart would feel at ease. because you would feel comfortable knowing the person next to you is someone who loves you and takes you for who you are in your entirety. as i said in my ideal type reading, it's like having a lifelong bestfriend.
furthermore, you could be a person, who can take some time with developing trust and warming up to people. sunghoon is a patient lover, who doesn't rush into relationships, and not only takes his own time, but also allows the other party to be slower when it comes to matters like letting down their walls. he usually enjoys relationships which go on for a long period; preferably forever, if only they could. therefore, he wouldn't be rash or overwhelming in his approach at all; he would respect, as well as protect your personal boundaries, and let you take your time with getting to know each other.
lastly, sunghoon would be a boyfriend who'd be up to defend you against whoever dares to come at you. you seem like someone who might've dealt with their share of challenges and obstacles in life till now (i keep feeling like you've just felt quite alone in your difficulties..) and might be a person who'd like for their partner to speak and stand up for them when the situation calls for it sometimes. maybe you're just tired of fighting on your own. sunghoon is a boyfriend who absolutely would place himself in front of the person he loves, in order to protect them from any harm. (i heard the chorus of grenade by bruno mars in my head) he'd be a boyfriend who wouldn't want to leave you to deal with any struggle on your own, and would put in effort to ensure you feel secure, sheltered and guarded; basically in safest of hands, when you're with him.
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lee heeseung
shuffled song: the wisp sings by winter aid
heeseung is a diligent and mindful boyfriend who carries a lot of high expectations, not only towards his partner, but especially himself. whenever i read for him, i get a lot of insecurities and doubts concerning the romantic aspect of his life.. he's someone who defines so much of his own worth and value by what he can do for people. so best believe if you get to a place of dating him, he'll be immensely focused on pleasing and satisfying you. his significant other will be the main thing occupying his mind; he'll be obsessed about you. like all he'd think about is; āwhat can i buy for y/n? was my gift or date idea good enough? how did they react? what more can i do for them, so they feel happy in this connection, i'm worried they feel bored.ā he'll have all these questions in his mind constantly. i feel like you two might share this tendency to hyperfixate on the people you love. you might share this pronounced earthy and airy energy, where both of you can be prone to overthinking, but at the same time, go through life expecting a lot from yourself, as well as the people around you. hard-workers in several different ways. you yourself might also not be the type to be easily satisfied.
heeseung seems to carry a level of mistrust towards his lovers; he can get worried he isn't enough for them, and they might end up filling the potential lack of emotional fulfilment in their relationship, with someone else. he wants to provide you with everything you need in life; whether that's material matters, or emotionally. he can often feel like he isn't doing that, no matter how much effort he puts into the connection, it's never truly enough.. however, i can tell you are a person who's keen on remaining committed and dedicated to the people you love. you carry a lot of understanding and acceptance, you don't read as someone extremely judgemental or overly strict. if you love someone (which i feel doesn't happen as often.. you don't fall in love quickly, but once you do ->) you love them with everything they come with. you're aware you yourself aren't perfect, and are willing to work on yourselves together. you want the relationship to consist of a foundation of trust and tolerance towards each other's shortcomings; you want to grow and improve together. you aren't the type to have eyes for anyone else once you enter a serious commitment. you seem very caring and giving towards the people you cherish. if one person pours into your cup generously, you will make sure you pour into their cup as well. i can tell you'd be a good addition to heeseung's life, in a way where you could soothe his worries and anxious mindset in this regard.
i also believe your conflict-resolving skills will be good together. i think you two could get into plenty of arguments; however instead of allowing them to drag you down or negatively impact the relationship, the conflicts will aid you in getting to know each other on a deeper level. you aren't the type to throw the towel once you two had a falling-out, but instead, you'll look back on yourself and think about how you can use this situation to improve your behaviour and attitude. you'd both be eager to recognise the mistakes each of you made. i can see both of you teaching each other how to apologise, how to own up to your faults, and enrich each other's lives with the cooperative and understanding mindset you both bring to the table. despite your potential and likely up and down's, you'd both balance each other out in a way where i can see a lot of growth and comfort in this connection.
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park jeongseong
shuffled song: so beautiful by dpr ian
jay has quite the dynamic personality, which also showcases itself as him as a boyfriend. he's someone who's incredibly passionate, very enthusiastic and ambitious, but in relationships, he truly values stability and a firm ground. he wants a person who also puts importance into starting a romantic connection based on a foundation of trust and dedication. jay seems to have had some rather unfavourable experiences regarding someone's loyalty, which have resulted in him having the tendency to get suspicious more easily than others. therefore, he wants a person he can fully invest his trust into with no doubt. he wants someone who holds him as a priority just the way he himself would see you as up there on his list of most important people in his life. although in this reading, i very much tapped into jay's energy moreso than yours; i do sense that you are a person who wants to stay committed once you've found a person you see as worth it.
being in a relationship with jay; you can expect him to be quite solid. he can quickly pressure himself to be the best he can be for you, put a lot of the responsibility on his back automatically. he can be so strict with himself that he can lose himself in all the practical thinking and easily disconnect from his emotions. he wants someone who can nurture his emotional side more, would love to have an empathetic, emotionally intelligent, as well as understanding partner who's more in tune with their feelings than he is. are you perhaps a water sign? or do you have any significant water placements? you might be quite in touch with your more āfeminineā side. (as in softer, more emotional and nurturing) even if not, you seem to be someone who has the ability to make people feel understood and comfortable. there's this very loving and caring side to you, which would balance jay's more rational approach nicely. he himself has an abundance of emotions, it's just a side of him that doesn't always find its way out as much. as a cancer moon for example, i think a cancer sun or venus would make a beautiful fit for him.
i get the energy, that you're also someone who's quite loyal and committed to the dear people in your life. you might be someone who prefers a small but close circle of friends, or someone who prefers more intimate settings in general. maybe you get overwhelmed or overstimulated quickly, and don't like masses of people. do you have a strenuous job? or one that requires you to see people a lot? there's this desire for rest and quiet here, which i don't feel is only reserved for jay.
this is something i've mentioned a lot, but jay is another person who seems to truly want a source of peace and comfort in his life. he wants this person he can come back home to at the end of the day, to spend some relaxing and soothing times with. he wants you to feel like his break, essentially. even if he's had a stressful, physically and mentally exhausting day; he wants to be able to meet you afterwards, and feel like all the stress is relieved by just a hug. i can see you having the potential to become a person who grants him that. i can feel you having a deep soul, who reflects and introspects a lot. maybe you're even more of a loner deep down, or more of an introvert (i do feel you might be an ambivert who does well in both settings; but needs that quiet time to shut off and recharge) jay would love to have a person like you in his life. you could bond over your similarities in that manner, and give each other what both of you crave in your lifes; passion, stability, dedication and peace.
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stars (castiel novak)
pairing; castiel novak x reader tags; fluff, hardly any angst, inexperienced cas summary; you find cas after his argument with dean and one thing leads to another.
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Screw the Winchesters for ever hurting Cas. Dean justā he yells, and screams, and he doesnāt stop until he or the person in front of him are hurt. It sucks. Because more often than not, Sam or Cas are that person. Thank God Dean respects women as much as he does because a vamp nest i can takeā a screaming fest? Sign me out.
But he isnāt easy on the boys, especially Cas. The angel had to prove himself to Deanā to all of us, really, so many times it shouldāve worn him out years ago, but heās still here, despite it all, and this is the thanks he gets for saving our asses all the time? It isnāt right.
Usually after Dean has an episode Cas likes to disappear. Sam went with his brother while I followed Cas to see that heās thankfully still there. In the astronomy room. We found it a few months ago and I got to name it. The men of letters seemed to have a knack for stars because the projection on the ceiling is a live image of the stars at the moment. Itās beautiful.Ā
Itās also special. Iāve never sat in this room with anyone other than Cas. Itās our thing, at least for me, Iām not sure what his thoughts on the room are.Ā
āCas?ā He doesnāt look at me from his spot leaning on the wall, staring up at the ceiling. āCas,ā I whisper thoughtfully this time, and he faces me. āCan I sit?āĀ
He shrugs and itās all the invitation I need. Castiel has learned to understand and deal with human emotions so well over the years that sometimes I forget he isnāt one. Heās responds to Dean so expertly. Especially Dean. Profound bond and whatnot. āDean is being ridiculous, obviously.ā
He doesnāt respond. āCāmon, you know how he is, he gets mad at something as. Waits for someone to blow up onāā
āI know that. Iām not sulking.ā
āThen what are you doing here?ā No response. āCas, are you okay?ā
āThe stars, theyāre beautiful.ā
āYou didnāt answer my question.ā
āI donāt want to lie to you.ā I sigh, moving only a little closer, āI do not care what Dean does, or his opinion on the matter, what I did was what we needed.ā
āYou almost melted the guyās brain, but yeah, I get it.ā
āHe will live, and Dean will learn to be alright. It is you who I fear would not forgive me.ā My eyes widened. Me? First of all, what the hell does that mean, since when does an Angel of the Lord care if I forgive him? Second, forgive him for what? I just said I get it. āYou are the only soul on earth who I havenāt looked at directly.āĀ
My breath hitches in my throat and I canāt even process his words. I didnāt know he could even control that. āI can not control whoās souls I can and can not seeā but for all the years I have been with the Winchesters theyāve been very open with me, they bared their souls to me. Well, Dean didnāt have a choice, but Sam saw Angels as some kind of saving graces, he eagerly showed me himself. You have too, to some extent, but I havenāt been able to let my grace free when Iām around you.ā
Thatās two years of holding his breath when Iām around. Two years of not being comfortable when Iām there and two years of no eye contact. Most of the time all I get is a glance. Most of the time I donāt get anything at all.Ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause your soul willāā he lets out a small laugh (i decide it is my favorite sound in the world) and shakes his head, he whispers my name, āit will blind me.ā
āCas,ā I mumble. Weāre both moving closer. His lips are so close. āWhat does that mean?ā
āThat Iām scared to lose you as I am the Winchesters,ā I swallow nothing and try to calm my nerves but heās doing that thing Dean taught him with his eyes and theyāre going from my lips to my eyes and fuck, its chemical. āI am worried to lose any part of you. Your affection for me, however different from mine to you.ā
āCas. Kiss me.ā It takes him a while to understand that itās an order, and that I am consenting, but when he doesā God, I donāt want to say itās fireworks (it is), or that his lips taste like cotton candy (they do, courtesy of Deanās gum), or that it kind of maybe changes me completely.Ā
He pulls away first. āI tried when I was human, and once when I was an angel, a long time ago, but was that correct?ā
I donāt know if I want to kiss him again or compliment and affirm to him that everything he does is correct till tomorrow. I choose the former but promise the latter that we will meet again. We move against each other, smoother than i ever have considering I donāt do this often, and heās so good you would never know just how inexperienced he is.Ā
āMy soul?ā I smile into it.
āBlindingly beautiful.ā Iām sure he canāt actually see it right at this moment with his eyes only half open to stare at my lips, but itās enough for me.
It takes longer but I pull away this time. His hand is still on my cheek and heās slowly pulling me in and out, just brushing his lips against mine while I try to talk. Where did he learn to do all of this? āCas, what doesā Casāā
Talkingās always been overrated. Especially when we donāt have time.
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