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# PUT ME IN A MOVIE!
ÊÉ summary. in which the jjk men decide to send a snippet of your fun in the sheets to a friend, so you better be ready to put on a good show. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + nanami.
warnings. fem!reader, exhibitionism, filming of sex, oral (m receiving), facial, fingering, pussy slaps, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, spanking + brief choking in toji's, squirting, handjob, 18+ minors dni.
SATORU GOJO
"yeahhh, stay just like that for me, baby," satoru croons as he peers down at your patiently waiting form, raising the phone slightly to get the best possible angle of your position knelt between his legs. "suguru's gonna dig this."
"isn't he gonna be pissed at you for sending him something like this while he's on a mission abroad?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend quickly dismisses your question with a simple wave of his hand.
"nah, i'm sure he'll appreciate having some... material to keep him sated during that boring ass assignment." the white-haired menace grins unapologetically, reaching down with his free hand to push some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "ânot to mention, he's always going on about how pretty he finds you. he should be honoured i'm willing to let him see this, honestly."
"if you say so, toru," you hum sceptically with a small shrug, earning yourself a fond head pat from the aforementioned man as he returns his attention to the view from behind the screen. "and what do you want me to do, exactly?"
"just do what you usually would before sucking me off," satoru instructs, before pausing to scratch the underside of his chin thoughtfully. "but add a little more teasing just to make him squirm when he watches it, heh."
"that's so mean! poor sugu." you tease lightly, running your hands over his toned thighs through the material of his sweatpants. there's already a visible tent growing at the crotch; no doubt from the mere idea that his bestfriend is going to be witnessing this exact moment in a few hours, too.
"oh yeah, he's just sooo mistreated by getting a video of my hot girlfriend putting her mouth on my dick." he gasps theatrically, before erupting into a small fit of laughter at his own antics, causing you to roll your eyes in response.
"now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." you tut chidingly, punishing him with a sharp flick to his pelvis through his trousers and causing him to yelps dramatically in pain â however, the sound quickly morphs into a soft moan when you soothe the sting by nuzzling your nose against it.
purposefully teasing him just as you were told, you drag your face from the side of his hip to the unmistakeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, brushing your lips over it and gazing up at the camera lens of the phone through your lashes.
"mmm. look at her, suguru," satoru groans deeply, using two fingers to zoom in on your expression as you start gently mouthing at his clothed erection. "bet you wish she was doing this to you right now, huhh?"
but his plans to utter mocking comments to his friend throughout the duration of the video quickly unravel once you've gotten his lower half bare, the only sounds leaving his lips being broken whines and moans of pleasure as you work him over with your mouth and tongue.
"f-fuck, baby, that'sâ" he attempts to speak, bright eyes rolling back so far in his head he swears he sees the pearly white gates of heaven when you start fondling his neglected balls in time with the practised bobs of your head. "so goood."
"yeah?" you murmur once you slide your mouth off the end of his saliva-coated cock with a lewd pop!, blinking up at both him and the camera with a mischievous smile. "or maybe you're just feeling even more sensitive than usual because you know suguru's gonna be watching this later, hmm?"
"h-hey!" satoru whisper-shouts in embarrassment, pale cheeks visibly staining a deep shade of pink behind the phone as a little trickle of gooey pre-cum oozes from his angered tip as a result of your words. "don't say stuff like that, he'll never let me live it down."
"oh, come on," you chuckle in amusement, slowly lolling your tongue out to lick a long, teasing stripe across the underside of his veiny shaft. "like he isn't gonna be jerking one out to this exact part of the video imagining what you looked like behind the camera while i did this to you."
"shitâ y-you really think he'll do that?" he breathes out shakily, cock twitching from both the visual image you've conjured up in his head and the feeling of your pleasureful ministrations against him.
"oh, i know he will," you purr in a low, sultry caress of a tone as you flick the tip of your tongue over his leaking slit just the way he likes it. "he'll probably even cum at the same time you do, just from hearing your sounds."
"oh god... baby, ngh!, i'm g-gonnaâ" and satoru can't even finish his sentence before he's throwing his head back in ecstasy, thick ropes of milky cum spurting from his cockhead and splattering across your features.
"hm, i think you might've been right after all," you muse as you collect some of his release from your cheek, delving it into your mouth and making direct eye contact with the camera while sucking it from the digit. "suguru is gonna dig this."
SUGURU GETO
"ah ah, c'mon, pretty, none of that," suguru scolds as you try to snap your legs closed again, prying them right back open with his free hand while the other brings the phone closer to your dripping cunt. "gotta make sure satoru gets a good view, don't we?"
you whine in embarrassment, bringing your own hands up to cover your heated face as your boyfriend uses two of his slender fingers to separate your puffy pussy lips, a low groan leaving his throat as he does so.
"such a cute little pussy, aren't you?" he croons, seemingly having no reservations about talking to it as he trails the pad of one of his fingers down your leaking slit. "yeahh, i know you are. and so does satoru now, too."
"s-sugu, stop it!" you squeak quietly, peering down at him between the cracks of your fingers with an involuntary pout. he only chuckles at your display of shyness, the edges of his violet eyes crinkling with amusement as he reaches up to gently tug your hands away from your face.
"and why should i, baby?" suguru hums smoothly, trapping both of your wrists in the grip of one of his large hands while he props the phone up against your thigh so he can continue playing with your cunt. "i know you secretly like it, otherwise she wouldn't be so soaked."
"t-that's notâ!" you huff in protest, quickly trailing off when he abruptly punishes you for lying in the form of a sharp smack! against your tacky folds.
"what have i told you about telling me fibs, hmm?" he tuts, soothing the sting of the slap by rubbing the heel of his palm over your twitching skin. "you're making me look bad in front of satoru. and you don't want that, do you, sweet girl?"
"...no." you mutter meekly, feeling your body once again betray you by oozing more webby arousal onto his fingers at the mere thought that satoru is going to be watching this video later tonight.
suguru releases yet another rich laugh as he carefully scoops up some of your translucent juices with a finger, waving it around in front of the camera lens before sinking it into his mouth with a satisfied hmph. "i bet he's gonna wish he was here get a taste of you too. you know how much he loves sweet things."
"y-yeah?" you mumble breathlessly, hips weakly bucking up in search of some friction as his words sink straight down into the already coiling spool of pleasure buried in the depths of your stomach. "and would you let him?"
he taps the bottom of his chin in thought for a few moments, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, hot breaths brushing against the hairs on the side of your neck. "only if he took it from my fingers... i wouldn't let him drink from the source â no, that's for me only."
a small mewl of pleasure escapes you at his words, and that's when his eyes flicker down to notice that you've sneakily managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his grip and ease one of your own fingers into your fluttering hole while he was speaking.
oh, you're in for it now.
suguru rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning both above your head this time before lowering his own between your writhing thighs and making direct eye contact with the camera from beneath his dark lashes. "now you're gonna see what happens when my girl misbehaves, satoru. hope you're strapped in for a bumpy ride."
TOJI FUSHIGURO
"c'mon, mama, i know y'can do a better arch for me than that," toji huffs impatiently as he delivers a sharp slap to your raised ass, making your entire body jolt with a mix of surprise and arousal. "don't ya wanna impress shiu, hmm?"
his words fly straight past your brain, shooting directly down to your stuffed cunt as you bend the front of your body even further down into the mattress, pushing your rear back against him with renewed vigour.
"ohhh, look at that," your boyfriend chortles amusedly, soothing the red handprint where he'd slapped with a gentle pat as a form of reward for your obedience. "looks like my girl is gettin' off on putting on a good ol' show for for my handler, huh? cute."
"shut up, toji," you mutter in response, voice slightly muffled by the material of the pillow as he continues to pound into you in full view of the phone propped up on the bedside table. "like you're not enjoying this too."
"heh. never said i wasn't, baby," he grunts from behind you, rough hands spreading the globes of your ass apart further to give the camera a better picture of the way his thick girth disappears inside of you with each thrust. "i like the idea of showin' him somethin' he can never have."
"youâ mmph! â you wouldn't consider letting him join in?" you squeak out through the haze of pleasure he's put you in, hips halting their wriggles backwards as you unsurprisingly fail to keep up with his vicious pace.
"nah," toji hums casually, the only sign of him tiring out being the small tremor in his voice when he feels your spongy walls tighten around him in response to him hitting a particularly deep spot. "wouldn't be opposed to havin' him sit and watch us, though."
he can tell how much you support the idea by the way a gush of arousal drips out of you as soon as the words leave his mouth, dripping down his cock and splattering lewdly against his heavy balls.
"ohh, you like that, dont'cha?" he rumbles, reaching a large hand around to wrap around the front of your throat, giving it a light squeeze. "like thinkin' about shiu sat right next to the bed and jerkin' one out to the sight of me fuckin' you good, huhh?"
a wanton moan spills from your lips at this, pussy almost cutting off the blood circulation in his cock with how tightly it squeezes him when you cum. his darkened eyes flicker down, groaning when he sees the way your translucent juices spray the sheets beneath the two of you.
"hot damn, baby," toji growls, swiping up the phone from the bedside table and bringing it closer to film the mess you've caused where your bodies are connected. "ya see this shit, shiu? think we might have'ta organize a little cucking session some time soon, don't you?"
CHOSO KAMO
"s-so who are you planning on showing this to again?" choso utters sheepishly from his position splayed out across the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and twitching cock standing to attention between his legs as you aim the phone in his direction.
"just yuki," you hum casually, peering over the top of the device and giving him a small, reassuring smile. "are you sure you're okay with this? because we can always stop ifâ"
"âno! i-i mean, no thank you," he squeaks hurriedly, shy chestnut eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as he registers just how eager he sounded. "i'm fine."
you release a soft laugh at his shyness, reaching down to cup one of his rosy cheeks in your free hand give it a teasing squeeze. "aww, is thinking about yuki seeing you like this making you all flustered, baby?"
choso lets out a quiet whine at how easily you read him, bare body squirming slightly against the mattress in response to your words. "i-it's just... sometimes she can be so mean. what if she makes fun of me for this?"
"oh, she won't," you purr seductively, trailing your fingers down from his cheek to his plump pectorals that rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. "she'll be too busy... taking care of herself after watching this video."
his mouth falls open into a comical little 'o' shape at the mental image your implication alights in his mind, the flushed tip of his cock spurting out a trail of translucent pre-cum as a result. "she'll really be doing that because o-of me?"
"of course, pretty boy," you hum amusedly, giving one of his pebbled nipples a soft tweak with your thumb and forefinger and relishing in the little yelp the action earns you. "you have no idea how delicious you look right now, do you?"
choso shakes his head meekly, back arching off the bed as he needily pushes his chiselled torso into your touch. "n-no. but... can you tell me? how d-delicious i look?"
"mhmm," you coo softly, propping the phone up against one of his thick thighs so both of your hands are free to play with his quivering cock. "you look good enough to eat, cho. such an obedient boy, all laid out for me like this."
your boyfriend whimpers pathetically at your praise, messy tresses of dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat when you finally wrap a hand around his girthy base. "k-keep talking to me, pretty girl. please?"
"...and it's not just me who thinks you're perfect, either," you continue as you begin to stroke him languidly, other hand snaking down to gently fondle his heavy balls and making his legs tremble either side of you in response. "bet yuki's gonna be soaked just from watching this video."
"s-shitâ! can't... gonna cum already," choso cries out, hips frantically bucking up into your fist like a teenager receiving his first handjob before his cock twitches violently beneath your hold, thick stripes of cum oozing from his reddened tip.
you quickly stop the recording so you can pull his shaky body into your arms, comforting him through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm as he buries his head into your clothed chest with a content mewl.
"...m-maybe we should do that more often." comes choso's soft, barely audible mumble as he peers up at you from between his messy bangs once a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed.
and oh, if that's how worked up a simple bit of filming is going to get him each time? you definitely agree.
KENTO NANAMI
"hopefully this video helps hiromi relax a little bit," nanami muses as he sets up the phone against the pillow next to your head, angling it so the lens of the camera has the perfect view of your sprawled out form waiting for him. "he's been ever so stressed lately."
"you're so considerate, ken," you hum affectionately as he settles himself between your legs, reaching up to caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "doing all of this for your friend."
"mmm," he hums warmly, leaning his angular face into your touch slightly as he places his large hands either side of your body. "and you're the perfect wife, agreeing to let me film such an intimate moment. i love you so much, honey, you know that?"
"i know," you respond with a gentle smile, eyes flickering down to watch as he aligns his leaky cock with your awaiting cunt. "i love you too, kento. always."
he returns your smile with a loving one of his own before slowly, with the utmost care, beginning to ease himself inside of you. he relishes in the way your arms fly to the back of his neck for support and your legs wind around his waist as each inch makes its way home â but most of all, the way the camera catches every moment as it happens.
the thought of hiromi watching this later and growing hard in his work slacks, paired with the heavenly feeling of bottoming out within the familiar coziness of your spongy walls, has nanami groaning in pleasure.
"you feel utterly divine, love," he whispers tenderly against the shell of your ear, quiet enough so the phone won't pick it up but loud enough that the words will send a shiver rippling down your spine. "taking me so well."
as the two of you move together in a well-practised dance of passion, nanami makes sure to cast his eyes towards the phone every now and again, picturing hiromi's dark eyes dilating with pleasure when he inevitably watches this video later tonight.
"close, sweetheartâ" he rasps a few moments later, a few strands of blonde hair hanging over his glistening forehead as he returns his focus to you lying beneath him, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his palm. "inside?"
"m-mhmm." is all you can manage to get out through your haze of pleasure, ankles digging into the muscles of his back to pull him in impossibly deeper as he twitches with need inside of you.
and when his heavy balls contract against your ass, thick cum spilling straight into your womb where his cockhead is buried, nanami can't help but wonder what hiromi will think when he sees his expression of bliss as he orgasms, head thrown back and jaw slack in ecstasy.
oh dear â he's starting to realize that just sending this video won't be enough... maybe he should invite hiromi into your bedroom next time so he can more efficiently help to remove the other man's stress.
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Having this little exchange of Jammer and the Qohlye in this episode means so much to me! I remember watching tv shows and movies as a kid and feeling left out. Seeing SO much more representation now than 20 years ago is incredible. This season of D20 has so many moments that feel likes a celebration of Black culture and it really moved me. Thank you Aabria and the whole team cause I really appreciate it!
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the live action HTTYD remake being promoted as "respectful to the source material" and "made with love"... the Ls start coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't sto
#why remake an animated movie and make it EXACT SAME except UGLIER because it is now LIVE ACTION#''we revisited it because it was a great opportunity''... for what? to earn more money? ya i bet#eernatalk#httyd was THE defining moment of my childhood turning into teenage years i cannot describe what it means to me. BUT IT'S 2024 SO OF COURSE#IT NEEDS TO BE SULLIED JUST LIKE MY OTHER CHILDHOOD THINGS FROM EARLIER THIS YEAR#ARE YOU GUYS SEEING THIS. THIS IS PROOF I AM NOT BEING HYPERBOLIC I TRULY AM CURSED THIS YEAR
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I could make a serious Wicked review and talk about the vocals and the choreography and the costumes and the sets, which are all great, but this is tumblr, and I know that all of these aspects will not matter nearly as much as me reviewing the movie by how much gay subtext they put into it, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Elphaba and Glinda are either holding hands or have their arms linked for about 70% of this movie. Literally, after they officially become friends these girls are attached at the hip.
'What Is This Feeling?' remains about as gay as it usually is, but I will highlight that they lie awake at night thinking about each other which. I know what you are etc etc
The scene where they dance together is. I have no words. That was beautiful. Both actresses put so much emotion into the sequence. And there's a moment where Glinda puts her hand on Elphaba's face, almost like she's brushing away the tears there, and that shit made me cry as well.
'Popular' is insanely homosexual. There's a scene where they're laying down on the bed looking into each other's eyes, and Glinda shifts to basically be on top of Elphaba. My jaw was on the floor. Just lots of touching and Looks all throughout.
When they go to see the Wizard all that casual touching I mentioned previously is multiplied by tenfold, and there are several moments where Elphaba looks at Glinda for reassurance, which was very sweet.
'Defying Gravity' made me just as emotional as I knew it would. I do wish they had hugged but honestly with all the handholding and the staring into each other's eyes, and Glinda wrapping the cloak around Elphaba, they gave us plenty. Once again the acting caught me by surprise (specially from Ariana), both of them communicate so much with just looks.
Anyway my overall thoughts are, these bitches gay, good for them. They did not tone down the subtext at all (like I know some people were worried would happen), and while they didn't make anything explicit either (which I never expected them to*), I'm confident that both Cynthia and Ariana understood the assignment in regards to the kind of relationship Glinda and Elphaba have in canon, and that was enough for me.
*I will admit that a secret corner of my little lesbian heart hoped beyond hope that they would include the scene from the book where Elphaba canonically kisses Glinda (iirc it's supposed to be during Defying Gravity), but like, I always knew they wouldn't.
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words you couldn't hear â satoru gojo
satoru's been hopelessly in love with you for years, but can only confess when you can't hear him. but somedayâmaybe someday soonâhe'll tell you for real.
"How do these look?" you ask, slipping on a pair of noise-canceling headphones and striking a pose. "Be honest."
Satoru, who's been trailing behind you in the electronics store for the past hour without complaining like the best friend he's always been, looks up from the speaker he's been fiddling with. "You look good in anything."
"No, for real." You turn to check your reflection in a nearby screen. "Do they make my head look bigger? I feel like they make my head look bigger."
He snorts, reaching over to adjust the headband. His fingers brush against your temple, and you try not to think about how many times those same hands have absentmindedly played with your hair during movie nights, or how he still unconsciously reaches for you whenever he laughs too hard, just like he did when you were kids.
"That's what you're concerned about? The size of your head?"
"It's a valid concern."
"Your head is perfectly normal-sized," he assures you, his fingers lingering perhaps a moment too long as he fixes the fit. "Though I suppose all that overthinking has to go somewhereâ"
You shoot him a look, but there's no heat behind it. Fifteen years of friendship has made you immune to his teasing â well, mostly immune.
You're not quite immune to the way your pulse quickens when he's standing this close, or how he still smells like that same cologne he's worn since high school, the one you helped him pick out for his first date with someone else while ignoring the weird ache in your chest.
"I really need good ones for studying," you say, checking the price tag. "My roommate talks way too much."
Satoru winces at the price. "Expensive. But they're supposedly the best."
"Worth every penny if they can block out her ramblings." You adjust the fit, immediately noticing how they muffle the noise of the shop. "Oh wow, these are actually incredible. Say something so I can test them properly."
"What should I say?"
You arch an eyebrow at him. "Anything. Just need to check if they work."
His expression shifts then, melting into something tender as his lips move. Even though you can't hear the words, something about the gentle way he's looking at you makes your heart flutter strangely in your chest.
"These are perfect!" you say, pulling them off, trying to ignore the way your pulse has picked up. "I couldn't hear you at all. What did you say?"
Satoru leans against the display counter, chin propped in his hand as he watches you fiddle with the headphone cord, a fond smile playing at his lips. "Nothing really," he murmurs, but there's something soft in his expression, something unguarded that makes your heart skip.
You pause, catching the way he's looking at you â like you're something precious, something more than just his best friend of fifteen years. "Satoru?" you say softly.
He seems to catch himself then, straightening abruptly as a flush creeps up his neck. "Ah, yes. Should we, uh." His voice comes out slightly strangled. "Should we get these paid for? Before they close?"
"The store closes in two hours."
"Better safe than sorry." He's already heading for the checkout, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
What you don't know â what you couldn't hear through those noise-canceling headphones â were three words he's been trying to say for years. Three words that slipped out so easily when he knew you couldn't hear them, when the safety of silence gave him the courage he's never had before.
"I love you."
Simple. Honest. Everything he's wanted to tell you since he was seventeen and realized his best friend was the love of his life. Everything he's been too afraid to say, too afraid to risk losing you.
But for now, those words remain caught in the space between silence and sound, in the safety of a moment you couldn't hear. Maybe one day he'll find the courage to say them again, when you can actually hear him.
Maybe one day soon.
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Say Don't Go
Summary: You are given the opportunity of a lifetime, Spencer urges you to take it. Even if it means leaving him behind.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, angst
Warnings/Includes: time jumps, typical BAU crime, mentions of drugging/kidnapping/robbery, brief alcohol consumption by reader and friends, clubs, break up(?), talks of marriage, forced choices/decisions, happy ending !
Word count: 15k
a/n: so what if this pulls inspiration from the train scene in glee... SO WHAT ... and so what if i named a character after kurt
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December 2008 â Present
"Youâve been with so many women you donât remember their names?" Spencer asked, laughing at Derek.
"Are you surprised?" Emily snorted, raising an eyebrow.
"This has never happened to me before," Derek defended, sounding genuinely incredulous.
"Itâs never happened to me before either," Spencer chimed in, grinning as he started toward the conference room.
"It canât happen to youâyou have an eidetic memory," Emily teased, her smirk unmistakable.
"Plus, you only have one name to remember," Derek added with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Ha ha," Spencer replied, forcing a laugh, though the words cut deeper than he let on. Derek wasnât wrong. Â
He only had one name to remember. One that mattered above all the others. Â
But Spencer had messed it up. He had let you get on that train. He had let you walk away.
Spencer's regrets weren't always loud or obvious; they often whispered to him in the quiet moments of his everyday life, weaving their way into his thoughts like unwelcome visitors he couldnât shake.
It was in the mornings, when he brewed a pot of coffee in his lonely apartment, and his hand hovered over the second mug he used to pour for you. Heâd catch himself mid-motion, the pang of realization that you werenât there cutting through him like a knife. Heâd take his coffee black, staring at the empty chair across from him, and wonder if you were having your morning cup tooâif you still took it with two sugars and a splash of cream.
At work, it was the little things that brought you to mind. A joke Derek would make, or the way Emily tilted her head while teasing him, reminded Spencer of how you used to laugh with him, soft and genuine. He could still hear your voice in the back of his mind, offering your take on a case or pointing out something heâd missed. Those moments were the hardestâbecause they reminded him of how much better everything had been when you were there to share it with him.
And then there were the books. Spencer couldnât walk into his favorite bookstore without being overwhelmed by the memory of browsing the aisles with you, debating over which novel to pick for your next "couples read." Now, those shelves felt empty, even when they were fully stocked. Heâd run his fingers over the spines, pausing at titles he knew you wouldâve loved, but he never brought himself to buy them. What was the point if you werenât there to read them with him?
Evenings were the worst. After a long day at the BAU, when he returned to his dim apartment, the silence was deafening. Heâd sit at his desk, pulling out old case files to distract himself, but his eyes would always drift to the small keepsake box he kept on the shelf. Inside were the remnants of your time togetherâa movie ticket stub, a pressed flower from a date, a Polaroid of you laughing at something heâd said. Heâd told himself heâd put it away to move on, but instead, it became a shrine to his mistakes, one he visited more often than heâd like to admit.
And then there were the nights when the ache became unbearable, when heâd lie awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the image of you boarding that train. He could still hear the sound of the wheels on the tracks, still see the tear-streaked expression on your face when you looked at him through the window. Those nights, heâd wonder what heâd say to you if he had another chanceâwhat heâd do differently if he could go back.Â
The regret wasnât just a feeling; it was a constant presence in his life. It was the realization that, in trying to give you what he thought you needed, heâd taken away the one thing he needed most: you.
â
June 2008
âSpencer?â you asked cautiously, looking over at your boyfriend as his car came to a stop in front of the train station. Â
You could see him take a deep, trembling breath, the shakiness audible even as he tried to steady himself. Â
When he turned to face you, his eyes were already brimming with tears, spilling over before he could even speak. Â
âYou said we were going to dinner,â you reminded him, your throat tightening as dread began to settle in your chest. You were trying desperately to ignore the sinking feeling you couldnât shake, clinging to the hope that you were wrong. Â
Spencer cleared his throat, but it didnât stop his voice from breaking as he said, âNo.â He shook his head, and the weight of his next words seemed to crush him as he continued, âYouâre going to New York.â Â
âWhat?â Your voice shot up as you stared at him in disbelief, as if he had grown another head. âWhat do you mean? I turned Aubrey down.â Â
âI know,â Spencer sighed, his gaze dropping to his hands on the steering wheel as if he couldnât bear to look at you. âI canât let you throw your dreams away for me.â Â
âMy dreams?â you repeated, your voice rising in anger and heartbreak. âSpencer, you are my dream. I love you!â Â
âI love you too,â he choked out through his tears, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. âThatâs why Iâm letting you go.â Â
âButââ you tried, your hands reaching for his as if grounding him could change his mind. Â
âNo, Y/N.â His voice was firmer now, though the pain in it was unmistakable. âIâI called Aubrey. She still wants you. I told her you accepted the position. That youâre coming.â Â
âWhy?â you cried, the single word breaking into a sob. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you searched his face, desperate for an answer that would make this make sense. Â
Spencerâs lips quivered, and he looked away, unable to face the devastation in your eyes. "Because you deserve to have everything youâve ever wanted," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the lump in his throat. Â
"But I already have everything I want!" you shouted, your hands gripping the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you. "Youâre all I need, Spencer. Youâre it for me!"Â Â
He let out a shuddering breath, his tears falling freely now as his hands reached up to cover yours. For a moment, you thought he might give in, that he might change his mind. But then he shook his head again, his expression resolute despite the anguish etched into every line of his face. Â
"Youâll resent me one day," he said, his voice cracking. "Youâll look back and wonder what you couldâve done, what you couldâve been if you hadnât stayed for me. I canât live with that. I canât live knowing I held you back."Â Â
"Thatâs not fair!" you cried, your voice breaking under the weight of your sobs. "You donât get to decide whatâs best for me! I chose you, Spencer. I chose us!"Â Â
"I know," he whispered, his hands tightening over yours as if trying to memorize the feeling. "And thatâs why I have to do this. Because I love you too much to let you give up your future for me."Â Â
"My future is with you!" you insisted, but he was already pulling your hands away from his face, gently but firmly. Â
"I called Aubrey," he repeated, his voice hollow. "Sheâll be waiting for you at the station in New York. Your ticket is already bought. Your bags⊠theyâre in the trunk." Â
You froze, staring at him in disbelief. "You⊠you packed my things?" Â
Spencer nodded, his expression breaking entirely under the weight of your hurt. "I knew you wouldnât leave if I didnât."Â Â
"You had no right!" you shouted, shoving at his chest. "No right, Spencer!"Â Â
He took it, letting you pound against him until your strength gave out, until your sobs consumed you, leaving you trembling and broken in his arms. "Iâm sorry," he murmured over and over, pressing his lips to your hair. "Iâm so sorry."Â Â
But he wasnât sorry enough to stop you from going. Â
As the train whistle sounded in the distance, Spencer gently pulled away, his hands lingering on your shoulders. "You have to go," he said softly, his voice thick with tears. "The train wonât wait."Â Â
"I hate you," you whispered, the words cutting him deeper than anything else ever could. Â
"I know," he said, his voice barely audible as he let his hands drop to his lap. "But one day⊠I hope youâll understand." Â
He opened the car door for you, but you didnât move. You just sat there, staring at him with tears streaming down your face, your chest heaving with the weight of everything unsaid. Â
Finally, you whispered, "Goodbye, Spencer," your voice trembling as you stepped out of the car. Â
He didnât respond, didnât say anything as he watched you walk away, each step feeling like a dagger to his heart. Â
And when the train finally began to pull out of the station, Spencer felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. The reality of what heâd done crashed into him like a freight train. He couldnât breathe, couldnât think.Â
Before he even realized what he was doing, his legs were moving, carrying him toward the train. "No," he whispered to himself, his voice shaky and panicked. "What have I done?"Â Â
His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran alongside the train, desperate, tears streaming down his face. He called your name, his voice breaking, though he wasnât sure if you could even hear him through the thick glass and the noise of the train. Â
Inside the train car, you were curled into the seat, staring blankly out the window, your face streaked with tears. You werenât expecting to see him. But then, there he wasârunning alongside the train, his expression frantic, his lips forming words you couldnât quite hear. Â
Your heart shattered all over again. The sight of him, so desperate, so raw, made it even harder to leave. Your hand instinctively pressed against the cold glass, a futile attempt to reach for him. Â
Spencerâs legs burned, his lungs screamed for air, but he kept running, the distance between him and the train growing with every passing second. His vision blurred from the tears, but he didnât stop. He couldnât. Â
But you⊠you couldnât bear to watch. Your tears fell harder as you pulled your hand away from the window and turned your head, unable to keep looking at him. You had to look away, even though it felt like it was tearing you apart from the inside. Â
Spencer stumbled, slowing as the train picked up speed, his legs finally giving out beneath him. He collapsed onto the pavement, gasping for air, watching helplessly as the trainâand youâdisappeared into the horizon. Â
He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. "What have I done?" he whispered to no one, the words echoing into the empty night. Â
You were gone. And Spencer knew, deep down, that heâd just made the worst mistake of his life. Â
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September 2008
You loved your new life. How could you not? You had everything you had once dreamed ofâyour new position as second in command to the CEO of your favorite designer brand was everything youâd worked so hard for. The thrill of overseeing campaigns, approving designs, and brushing shoulders with some of the biggest names in the industry was exhilarating. Â
Youâd settled into your new routine as well as anyone could when starting fresh in a bustling city like New York. Moving in with Aubrey Wilkes, the CEO herself, was daunting at first, but she made it easier. Her mentorship was invaluable, and her sharp wit and genuine kindness turned her into a friend as much as a boss. Â
Your days were filled with meetings in glass-walled boardrooms, late nights spent poring over designs and strategies, and the occasional glamorous event that kept your calendar full. You had the life you always said you wanted. Â
And yet... Â
Every single day, Spencer found his way into your thoughts. Â
It wasnât always obvious at first. Maybe it was a book you saw in a shop window that reminded you of one of his recommendations, or a classical piece playing softly in a cafĂ© that you knew he loved. Sometimes it was the sound of someoneâs laugh that carried the same rhythm as his, or the sight of a man at the train station holding a bouquet of daisies like the ones he used to bring you. Â
Other times, it was the silence that brought him back. At the end of a long day, when youâd kick off your heels and collapse onto your couch, youâd find yourself wishing you could tell him about your wins and your struggles. Youâd wonder how heâd react to the stories you had to tell, imagining his soft smile or the way his hands would flutter nervously when he was excited for you. Â
There were nights when it hit harderâwhen the city lights felt too bright and the penthouse apartment too cold. On those nights, youâd curl up in bed and stare out at the skyline, wondering if Spencer ever thought about you, too. If he regretted what heâd done. If he missed you as much as you missed him.
Because no matter how perfect your new life seemed on paper, a part of you still felt like it was missing. And that part had a name. Spencer Reid.
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February 2007
It was a crisp evening as the warm glow of the restaurant's candles reflected off the polished surfaces, casting a cozy light over the two of you. Spencer had chosen this place because it was where you first met, a sentimental touch to the holiday of love that made your heart swell. The quiet buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses provided a soothing backdrop as you both enjoyed your meal, the comfort of each other's presence making the night feel perfect.
You were mid-laugh at something Spencer had said when a woman approached your table, her eyes wide with admiration. "Iâm so sorry to bother you," she began, her voice apologetic but earnest. "But that is the most fabulous dress I have ever seen. Can I ask where you got it?"Â Â
Caught off guard, you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you glanced down at the material that clung to your body in all the right places. You smoothed your hand over the fabric, feeling both flattered and shy under the womanâs praise. Â
Spencer, noticing your blush, smirked proudly from across the table. His hand reached out instinctively, wrapping around yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his touch grounded you, reminding you that he was there, always your biggest supporter. Â
"Iâum," you stammered, your voice soft as you tried to find the words. "I made it."Â Â
The womanâs face lit up with genuine astonishment. "You made it?" she repeated, her tone filled with awe. "Thatâs incredible. You have such talent."Â Â
Spencerâs smirk deepened into a full-blown grin as he interjected, his voice laced with pride. "Sheâs amazing, isnât she? I keep telling her she could make a career out of this, but sheâs too modest to listen."Â Â
"Spencer," you mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes at him as your blush deepened. Â
The woman smiled warmly at the exchange, clearly charmed by the both of you. "Well, if you ever decide to give your talents to the world, give me a call." With a quick admiring glance at your dress one last time, she handed you a business card before turning to rejoin her party, leaving you and Spencer alone once again. Â
You stared at the card in your hand, the golden lettering catching the soft glow of the restaurantâs lights. Your heart nearly stopped as you read the name printed at the topâAubrey Wilkes. Â
Your favorite designer. Â
The logo youâd admired countless times on magazine covers and in shop windows felt surreal in your grasp. For a moment, you couldnât breathe, the weight of the opportunity this might represent sinking in. Â
Spencer noticed the stunned look on your face and tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Whatâs wrong?" he asked, his tone soft yet concerned. Â
You slowly turned the card toward him, your hand trembling slightly. "Itâs⊠her," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Â
Spencer leaned closer, his eyes scanning the card before widening in recognition. His lips curled into a delighted smile, the kind that lit up his whole face. "Aubrey Wilkes?" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his tone. "Y/N, do you know what this means?"Â Â
"IâŠ" you began, but words failed you. It felt too big, too unexpected to process. Â
"It means youâre amazing," Spencer continued, his voice steady as he reached across the table to take your free hand. "And now someone else sees it too."Â Â
You looked back at Spencer, who was still holding your hand, his thumb now tracing gentle circles over your knuckles. "I told you people would notice," he said, his voice soft but insistent. "Youâre incredible, and you should let the world see it."Â Â
Your eyes softened as you gazed at him, a small, grateful smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you, Spencer," you whispered. Â
"Always," he replied, his expression filled with a quiet devotion that made your heart flutter. Â
The moment lingered between you, the restaurant and its patrons fading into the background as the two of you shared a look that said more than words ever could.
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April 2007
"Spencer, Iâm not going," you sighed, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on your chest as you leaned back in your chair. His persistence, while well-meaning, was starting to wear on you. Â
"Y/N," he began, his tone both patient and pleading, "this isnât just some casual opportunity. This is Aubrey Wilkes. She gave you her card. She wants to see what you can do. Do you even know how rare that is?"Â Â
You folded your arms across your chest, avoiding his gaze. "I know exactly how rare it is, Spencer. But it doesnât matter. Iâm not going to New York."Â Â
Spencer leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly as if physically holding himself back from pressing harder. "Why not?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with frustration but also genuine concern. "Is it fear? Because I know you, Y/N. You can do this. Youâre more than talented enough."Â Â
"Itâs not fear," you shot back, though your voice faltered just enough for him to notice. You stared at the floor, your fingers gripping the edge of your chair. "Itâs⊠itâs everything else. I have a life here. I have a job. I have you." Â
Spencerâs heart clenched at your words. He reached out, his hand brushing against yours. "I know, and I love our life together," he said earnestly. "But I donât want you to look back in ten years and wonder âwhat if.â I donât want you to resent me for holding you back from something you were meant to do."Â Â
You flinched at his words, your head snapping up to meet his eyes. "You think Iâd ever resent you? Spencer, youâre the best thing in my life. Youâre the one whoâs always supported me, encouraged me to believe in myself when no one else did."Â Â
"And Iâm still doing that," he countered gently. "Thatâs why Iâm pushing this. I canât stand the thought of you letting this slip away because youâre scared to leave me behind."Â Â
"Itâs not just that," you admitted, your voice breaking as tears pricked your eyes. "I donât want to lose us. What if I go, and everything falls apart?"Â Â
Spencer reached for your hands, cradling them between his. His thumbs traced soothing circles over your knuckles as he looked at you with all the tenderness in the world. "You wonât lose me, Y/N," he promised, his voice steady but thick with emotion. "Iâll be here, cheering you on, no matter where you are. Iâd rather see you chasing your dreams, even if itâs from a distance, than staying here and giving up on them for me."Â Â
Your tears spilled over, and you shook your head, torn between love for him and the fear of what leaving might mean. "I just donât know, Spencer," you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. Â
"I do," he said softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. "I know how much youâre capable of, and I know youâll regret it if you donât at least try. And I love you too much to let that happen."Â Â
His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them settling between you like an immovable wall. You shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill again. âIâm justâIâm not going. Leave it alone,â you said firmly, your voice quieter than you intended but laced with finality. Â
Spencer hesitated, his hand still outstretched as if reaching for you might close the growing distance between you. âY/N,â he murmured softly, his tone a mix of frustration and desperation. Â
âCan we be done with this, please?â you interrupted, your voice trembling but resolute. You didnât want to cry again, didnât want to feel like you were fighting with the one person who always understood you. Â
Spencer stared at you for a long moment, his brow furrowed, his lips parting as if he wanted to argue further. But then he closed his mouth, his shoulders slumping as he dropped his hand. âOkay,â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Â
The word hung between you, filled with unspoken emotionsâdisappointment, worry, and love all tangled together. Spencer looked down at the table, fiddling with his napkin as if it held answers he couldnât find in your eyes. Â
You turned your gaze away, your chest tightening as silence settled over the room. It wasnât the kind of silence that came with comfortâit was heavy, suffocating, filled with everything neither of you was saying. Â
And though you had put an end to the conversation, it didnât feel like a victory. It felt like a crack in something you werenât sure how to fix. Â
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August 2007
"Who was that?" Spencer asked as you walked back inside from the patio, his brow furrowed slightly with curiosity. He had noticed the look on your face as you ended the callâsomething between apprehension and surprise. Â
You glanced down at your phone, the screen still lit with the call log. "Aubrey," you said hesitantly, tucking the device into your pocket. Â
Spencer tilted his head, his interest piqued. "Aubrey Wilkes?"Â Â
"Yeah," you admitted, your tone cautious as you avoided his gaze. "She⊠uh, she got my number. I donât know how, but she did." You let out a nervous laugh, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Â
Spencerâs expression shifted to one of intrigue and concern. "And?" he prompted, sensing there was more to the story. Â
You took a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "She asked me to consider coming. Said thereâs a spot opening next yearâher number two is supposed to leave for another job in Milan."Â Â
Spencerâs lips parted slightly, his eyes searching your face as he processed the news. "Thatâs⊠huge," he said slowly, his voice laced with both excitement and hesitation. Â
"I know," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Itâs⊠itâs everything I dreamed about. She said sheâd hold the spot for me if I wanted it." Â
Spencer stepped closer, his gaze softening as he tried to read the emotions flickering across your face. "What did you say?"Â Â
"I didnât say anything," you admitted, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. "I told her I needed time to think about it."Â Â
He nodded, his hands slipping into his pockets as he took a moment to respond. "And⊠are you thinking about it?" Â
You hesitated, your eyes dropping to the floor. "I donât know," you said quietly. "I told you I wasnât going. But now⊠itâs like sheâs dangling everything Iâve ever wanted right in front of me, and I donât know if I can ignore it anymore." Â
Spencerâs heart ached at your words, but he forced a gentle smile as he said, âYou shouldnât ignore it.â Â
You sighed heavily, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a storm cloud. "Itâs just too much to think about right now," you murmured, walking over to where he sat. Without hesitation, you nestled into his side, your head resting on his shoulder as his arm wrapped protectively around you. The warmth of his embrace was like a balm, soothing the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. Â
"Will you read to me?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with exhaustion. Â
âOf course, my love,â he replied without hesitation, his tone tender. He reached for the book he had been reading earlier, adjusting slightly so you could be more comfortable. Â
As his calm, steady voice filled the room, weaving through the storyâs narrative, you felt your nerves begin to settle. The cadence of his words acted like a lullaby, each one wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Spencer kept reading, even when he noticed your body growing heavier against his, your breathing slowing to a steady rhythm as you drifted off to sleep. Â
He paused mid-sentence, tilting his head slightly to glance down at you. You were wearing a sweater you had designed and crafted yourself, the intricate stitching a testament to your talent and creativity. In your peaceful state, with your lips slightly parted and your lashes resting against your cheeks, you looked serene. Â
Spencerâs chest tightened as he watched you, a flood of emotions washing over him. He felt an overwhelming admiration for youâfor your strength, your brilliance, your passion. But beneath that admiration was a deep-seated fear. Â
He didnât want you to give up this massive opportunity, the one you had dreamed of for so long, the one that could change your life. And yet, he couldnât shake the gnawing guilt that maybe he was the reason you were hesitating. Â
The thought that he might be holding you back, even unintentionally, was almost unbearable. He wanted to be the one who supported you, who cheered you on, who encouraged you to take risks and chase your dreams. But as he held you in his arms, he wondered if his love for you was making it harder for you to leave. Â
Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he whispered into the quiet room, âI just want you to be happy.â Â
He knew that when the time came, he would have to push you, no matter how much it hurt. Because loving you meant wanting the best for youâeven if it meant letting you go. Â
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March 2008
You and Spencer were strolling through the mall, casually browsing the stores as you searched for the perfect gift for your grandmotherâs upcoming birthday. The two of you laughed together as you passed by store windows, debating what she might likeâa scarf, a brooch, maybe a fancy tea set. Â
But then your steps slowed, your attention caught by something glinting behind a clear glass case. It was almost subconscious, your feet carrying you toward it before you even realized what had drawn you in. Â
"Rings?" Spencer asked, his voice soft and amused as he came to stand beside you. His eyes flicked to the sparkling display before landing on your face, a tender smile curling on his lips. Â
"Do you ever think about getting married?" you asked suddenly, your gaze still fixed on the rings, their polished surfaces reflecting the light. Â
The question caught Spencer off guard. He blinked, his smile faltering for just a second before it returned, gentler this time. "Of course," he said softly, the vulnerability in his tone unmistakable. "Do⊠do you?" Â
You finally tore your eyes away from the display, turning to face him with a grin. Your heart swelled at the look on his faceâso earnest, so full of quiet hope. Â
"Yes," you admitted, your smile widening as you decided to tease him just a little. "Preferably to a tall, nerdy doctor. But, you know, beggars canât be choosers."Â Â
Spencerâs cheeks flushed, his lips pulling into a bashful smile as he looked down at you. "I think you might be in luck," he said, his voice laced with warmth and a hint of playful humor. Â
"Oh?" you asked, tilting your head and feigning surprise. Â
"Yeah," he murmured, his eyes glimmering with affection. "I hear thereâs one whoâs absolutely crazy about you."Â Â
Your laughter bubbled up, filling the air between you as you leaned into his side. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively, pulling you closer as you both stood there, the sparkling rings forgotten as you focused entirely on each other. Â
In that moment, with his arm around you and the warmth of his love so evident, you couldnât help but imagine a future where one of those rings might be yoursâand that future felt a lot closer than youâd ever thought possible. Â
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May 2008Â Â
âAubrey,â you sighed into the phone, keeping your voice low as you closed the bedroom door behind you. Spencer had finally fallen asleep after hours of tossing and turning, his fever making rest nearly impossible. The last thing you wanted was to wake him now. âI told you I canât.â Â
Unbeknownst to you, the sound of the door clicking shut had stirred Spencer. His eyes fluttered open, confusion washing over him as he realized you werenât lying beside him anymore. He sat up slightly, his head still heavy with fatigue, and strained to hear your voice coming from somewhere outside the room. Â
He didnât mean to eavesdrop. At least, thatâs what he told himself. But the moment he heard Aubreyâs name fall from your lips, his chest tightened, and his focus sharpened. Â
âNo⊠no⊠itâs not thatâŠâ Your voice wavered, and Spencer could picture you chewing your thumb nervouslyâsomething you always did when you were stressed. âI canât leave. My whole life is in Virginia⊠well, no⊠he told me to go⊠yes, I knowââ Â
Spencerâs breath hitched, his heart clenching at your words. Â
âI love him, I love my life with him,â you continued, and Spencer felt his chest ache in equal parts relief and guilt. âObviously⊠Iâm sure it would work, butââ You sighed deeply, the sound heavy with frustration and longing. âMy answer is still no. Iâm sorry.â Â
Spencerâs mind raced as he processed what heâd just heard. He could feel the weight of your words pressing against his chest, a reminder of the sacrifice you were making. He knew he was the reason you were staying. You were giving up your dream for him, and as much as he loved you for it, he couldnât let it happen. Â
Hearing your footsteps approaching, Spencer quickly laid back down, shutting his eyes tight like a child pretending to sleep past their bedtime. He tried to even out his breathing, though his heart raced beneath the covers. Â
You slipped back into the bedroom quietly, the dim light from the hallway casting a soft glow as you moved toward the bed. Sliding under the covers, you nestled into his side, resting your head on his chest. Your lips pressed a tender kiss over his heart, and you whispered, âI love you so much, Spencer Reid.â Â
Spencerâs chest swelled at your words, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as he fought back the wave of emotions threatening to overcome him. Â
As your breathing steadied and you drifted off to sleep, Spencer lay awake, staring at the ceiling. He couldnât shake the echo of your wordsââI love him⊠he told me to go.â Â
By the time sleep finally claimed him, his mind was filled with plans. He had to get you to New York. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it scared him, he had to make sure you followed your dreamsâeven if it meant losing you in the process. Â
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December 2008 â Present
"Reid, are you paying attention?" Hotchâs firm yet concerned tone cut through the fog in Spencerâs mind, snapping him out of his reverie. Â
Spencerâs head jerked up, his eyes meeting Hotchâs piercing gaze. "Yes, sir," he replied quickly, his voice steady though his heart wasnât. Â
"Good. Letâs keep it that way," Hotch grumbled, clearly not in the mood for distractions. Â
The team was seated around the conference table in the BAUâs jet, discussing the details of their latest case. They were headed to New York, where several women had been drugged and abducted from exclusive nightclubs in the Upper East Side. The unsubâs profile was slowly taking shape, but for Spencer, focusing on the details was harder than usual. Â
Even hearing the name New York was like a dagger twisting in his side. It brought with it a flood of memories he had tried and failed to suppressâmemories of you. Â
He could picture the night you had finally told Aubrey no, the way your voice trembled with conviction when you said you were staying in Virginia. And yet, here he was, sitting on a jet bound for the very city where you were supposed to be building your dream. Â
Spencer clenched his jaw, trying to push the thoughts away. This is my job. Focus on the case. He repeated the mantra in his mind, forcing himself to look at the crime scene photos spread across the table. Â
But as the jet began its descent into the city, he couldnât stop his gaze from drifting to the window. The glittering skyline of New York City came into view, and his chest tightened. He wondered, not for the first time, what your life might have looked like now. Would you be walking those streets right now, thriving in a world that had always been meant for you? Â
"Reid, thoughts?" JJâs voice broke through his spiral, and Spencer quickly blinked, realizing the team was looking at him expectantly. Â
"UhâŠ" He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. "The unsub likely uses a combination of charm and familiarity to gain the victimsâ trust. Based on the timeline, heâs calculated and methodical, which suggests heâs not working impulsively. He might be using the same clubs regularly to scope out his targets." Â
JJ nodded, taking notes as Morgan chimed in with his own observations. Hotch seemed satisfied that Spencer was back on track, but Spencer could still feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. Â
As the jet landed and the team prepared to disembark, Spencer grabbed his bag and fell into step behind the others. He reminded himself that the job came first, that the women out there needed them to be focused and sharp. Â
But as they exited the airport and the cold New York air hit his face, Spencer couldnât help but feel the ghost of what could have been following close behind. Â
As the team settled into the precinct, the familiar buzz of activity filled the airâphones ringing, officers shuffling papers, and the hum of conversation about the case. Spencer sat at a desk, his eyes scanning over a map as he worked on the geographical profile. On the surface, he looked focused, but internally, he was at war with himself. Â
No matter how hard he tried, he couldnât get you out of his head. The sharp lines on the map blurred as his thoughts drifted. Â
Which building do you live in? The question looped through his mind like a broken record. He knew you had moved to the Upper East Side with Aubrey when you first came to New York. But that had been months agoâalmost a year, actually. Maybe you didnât live with her anymore. Maybe you had your own place now. Â
And then, more troubling thoughts crept in. Are you being safe? His chest tightened at the idea of you walking these streets, the same streets where women were being drugged and taken. Â
Spencerâs eyes darted back to the photos of the nightclubs spread across the desk. He knew it was unlikely you frequented places like these. Youâd never been one for the nightlife, always shying away from loud music and crowded spaces. He remembered how you used to fidget at gatherings, instinctively seeking out quieter corners where you could breathe. Â
But the thought of you even being near these places, of someone seeing you, targeting youâit made his stomach churn. Â
God, I hope youâre safe, Spencer thought, clenching his jaw as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind. Â
âReid, you okay?â Morganâs voice broke through his spiraling thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Â
Spencer blinked, his hands tightening around the edges of the map. âYeah,â he said quickly, his voice a little too sharp. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound calmer. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just trying to piece together the unsubâs movements.â Â
Morgan studied him for a moment, clearly unconvinced but deciding to let it slide. âAlright, well, let me know if you need a second pair of eyes.â Â
Spencer nodded, returning his gaze to the map. But even as he tried to refocus, his mind kept drifting back to you. He hadnât seen you in so long, hadnât heard your voice, hadnât even been able to convince himself to reach out. Â
And yet, here he was, in your city, wondering if you were okay, if you were happy, if you were thinking about him too. Â
After spending the day checking out the crime scenes and canvasing the surrounding areas, the team returned to the precinct to deliver their initial profile to the local police. Spencer sat near the back of the room, his hands clasped tightly in front of him as he tried to keep his focus on the case. Â
Emily stood at the front, presenting the profile with her usual confidence. "We believe the unsub is targeting wealthy women," she explained, her tone even but firm. "Women who appear successful and independentâCEOâs, CFOâs, designers, singers, dancers, actors, chefs, etcetera. He sees them as trophies, not just victims. He uses their wealth and status to justify robbing them, taking their IDs, and eventually breaking into their homes after heâs done with them. This is about control and power, and his choice of victims reflects that."Â Â
Spencerâs stomach churned as he listened, each word cutting deeper into his already frayed nerves. His mind was no longer on the women they were profiling; it was back on you. Â
Every victim they described could have been you. Successful, talented, determinedâeverything about you fit the profile. You had climbed to the top of your field, a name that carried weight and admiration. You were exactly the kind of woman this unsub sought to dominate, to tear down. Â
Spencer swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to the board where photos of the victims were pinned. Each face reminded him of you in some wayâthe confident smiles, the elegant postures, the undeniable strength that radiated from their pictures. Â
He tried to push the thoughts away, to remind himself that you were likely far from this mess, probably tucked away in a luxurious apartment or a designer studio, far removed from the chaos he was immersed in. Â
But the fear gnawed at him anyway. What if you werenât safe? What if you were walking these streets late at night, lost in thought or distracted, completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby? Â
Morganâs voice pulled him back to the moment, but Spencer barely registered what was being said. He felt frozen, paralyzed by the weight of his thoughts and the eerie similarities between you and the women they were trying to protect. Â
The briefing ended, and the room began to clear out, officers heading back to their tasks. Spencer stayed seated, staring blankly at the photos on the board. His chest felt tight, his mind racing with all the possibilities he didnât want to consider. Â
"Reid?" JJâs voice broke through the haze, her expression soft as she approached him. "Whatâs up with you? Is something wrong?â
He blinked, forcing himself to shake his head. "No," he lied, his voice flat. "Everything is fine."Â Â
But he wasnât fine. Not even close. Every instinct in him screamed to find you, to check on you, to make sure you were okay. Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât shake the thought that this case wasnât just about catching an unsubâit was about protecting you from a danger he couldnât control. Â
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You were getting ready with Aubrey and the rest of your group, the energy in the room buzzing with excitement. It was Blakeâs 27th birthday, and they had chosen to celebrate with a night out at the clubs. Â
The leopard-print dress you wore hugged your frame perfectly, its bold design a gift from Aubrey herself. As you zipped up your deep burgundy leather boots, the rich color catching the light, you couldnât help but glance at your reflection. The outfit was strikingâyou felt sexy and confident. Â
âShots!â Kurtâs voice boomed from the living room, drawing laughter and cheers from the group. You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head as you finished adjusting your boots. Â
âYou ready to go, superstar?â Aubrey teased, leaning in the doorway with a knowing smile. She looked impeccable, as always, her outfit radiating confidence and style. Â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be,â you replied with a grin, standing and smoothing out your dress. Â
âGood,â Aubrey said, linking her arm with yours. âBecause tonight, weâre leaving all the stress and work drama behind. Itâs Blakeâs night, and you, my dear, are going to have fun.â Â
You laughed, letting her guide you toward the rest of the group. As the music played loudly in the background and someone handed you a shot glass, you tried to push away the unease creeping in. This wasnât your scene, but for Blakeâand with your friends by your sideâyouâd make the best of it. Â
Whatâs the harm of one night out on the town?
Aubrey, with her effortless charm and impressive connections, had managed to get your group into one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. As you approached the entrance, you couldnât help but feel a flicker of excitement as you passed the long line of people waiting to get in. Â
The bouncer gave your group a once-over before glancing at his clipboard, where your names were already on the list. He nodded to the hostess, who gestured for you to follow her inside. You exchanged amused glances with Aubrey, her confident smirk making it clear she was in her element. Â
The energy of the club hit you immediatelyâa pulsing rhythm of music, vibrant lights reflecting off chandeliers and mirrored disco balls, and the faint scent of expensive perfume mingling with the coolness of the air-conditioned space. Â
You were quickly led to a private VIP lounge area, tucked away yet with a perfect view of the dance floor. The sleek leather seating, soft glow of ambient lighting, and low table with a bottle of premium alcohol chilling on ice made it clear this was luxury at its finest. Â
As you settled in with the group, Aubrey leaned over with a grin. "Not bad, huh?"Â Â
"Not bad at all," you admitted, finally starting to feel the buzz of excitement that the rest of the group had radiated all night. Â
Kurt popped the cork on the bottle with a celebratory cheer, pouring out drinks as Blake laughed and raised their glass. "To the best birthday ever!" Blake called out, their joy infectious as everyone clinked their glasses together. Â
You took a sip, letting the fizzy warmth spread through you, and glanced out at the dance floor, watching the kaleidoscope of lights play over the crowd. For the first time in a long while, you let yourself relax, leaning into the moment. Tonight wasnât about anything elseâit was about celebrating Blake, being with friends, and maybe, just maybe, finding some joy in the chaos. Â
It wasnât until later in the evening, as the excitement of the night wore on, that you noticed something was wrong. Analise hadnât returned from the bathroom in a very long time. At first, you didnât think much of itâmaybe sheâd gotten caught up chatting with someone or had taken a phone call. But as the minutes stretched into an hour, unease began to settle in. Â
You mentioned it to Aubrey, and soon, the rest of your group was involved, searching the crowded club for her. You checked every possible place she could beâthe bathroom, the dance floor, the bar. You even tried calling her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Â
A sinking feeling twisted in your gut as you decided to check with door security. Maybe sheâd decided to leave early and hadnât told anyone. But when you explained the situation, the response you got made your heart drop. Â
âShe left about 40 minutes ago,â the bouncer informed you, his tone matter-of-fact. âShe was with a man.â Â
Your blood ran cold. Analise was a married lesbian woman with children. There was no way she would leave with a man. Â
âThatâs impossible,â you said, your voice shaking. âShe wouldnât⊠she would never do that.â Â
The bouncer frowned, his expression darkening as he realized the weight of your words. Aubrey, ever composed, stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding. âWe need to check the security footage. Now.â Â
The staff moved quickly, pulling up the tapes as your group crowded around, watching with bated breath. And there it wasâclear as day. Analise stumbling out of the bathroom, visibly dazed, as a man wrapped an arm around her, guiding her toward the exit. You could see her trying to resist, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated, but she was no match for him. Â
Your stomach churned as the man led her out of the club. It was clear sheâd been drugged and coerced. Â
âWeâre calling the police,â one of the security staff said, already reaching for his radio. Â
The next thirty minutes passed in a blur. The authorities arrived swiftly, questioning the staff and reviewing the footage. Your group, shaken and worried sick, was told to wait outside. When the police finally addressed you, it was to inform you that they needed to take statements from everyone who had been with Analise that night. Â
Before you knew it, you were sitting in the back of a police car, the flashing lights reflecting off the clubâs exterior as it faded into the distance. Aubrey sat beside you, her normally composed demeanor fractured by worry. The rest of your group was being transported in other cars, but you all shared the same fear: What if itâs too late? Â
As the car sped toward the station, you stared out the window, your mind racing with a million thoughts. Analiseâs face, her laugh, her stories about her wife and kidsâit all played in your mind like a reel you couldnât stop. You couldnât shake the feeling that this was your fault, that somehow you should have noticed sooner, should have done something. Â
Aubrey reached over, squeezing your hand tightly. âWeâll find her,â she said firmly, though her voice wavered. Â
You nodded, but the knot in your stomach didnât loosen. All you could do now was hope the authorities could act quickly enough. Analiseâs life could depend on it. Â
Your group was led into a quiet room, far from the noise and chaos of the precinct. The space felt sterile and impersonal, and the tension in the air was palpable as you waited, all of you exchanging worried glances. One by one, your friends were called out by law enforcement to give their accounts of the nightâs events. Â
You tried to steady your breathing, but your heart sank when one of the officers mentioned that the Behavioral Analysis Unit was on the case. The BAU, you thought, your stomach twisting into knots. That could only mean one thingâSpencer. Â
Your mind raced. Please, let him be out in the field. Let him be anywhere but here, you silently begged. The idea of seeing him again, especially under these circumstances, felt overwhelming. Â
But then a petite, pretty blonde woman entered the room, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to your spiraling nerves. She scanned the list in her hands before looking up and saying your name with a polite smile. Â
You hesitated but stood up, smoothing your dress as you followed her down the hallway. She led you to a small interrogation room, where the walls seemed to close in just a little too tightly. Â
âHave a seat,â the woman said gently, gesturing to the chair across from her. She handed you a steaming cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the room. Â
âThank you,â you murmured softly, clutching the cup between your hands as if it were a lifeline. Â
The woman gave you a reassuring smile, her blue eyes warm and steady. âMy name is Jennifer Jareau,â she said, her voice calm and professional. âIâm an agent with the BAU, and I just have a few questions for you. Youâre not in any trouble; weâre just trying to get a clear picture of what happened tonight.â Â
You nodded, swallowing hard. âOkay.â Â
JJ leaned forward slightly, her posture open and non-threatening. âI know tonight was difficult, but anything you can tell us might help us find your friend and bring her home safely.â Â
You took a deep breath, letting her words settle over you. As much as you were afraid of what this moment represented, you knew you had to focus on Analise. You began recounting the evening, walking her through everything you could rememberâhow Analise had gone to the bathroom, how long sheâd been gone, and how your group had discovered she had left the club with a man. Â
JJ listened intently, taking notes but never breaking eye contact. Her steady presence made it easier to keep talking, even as your voice faltered at times. Â
When you finished, she nodded thoughtfully. âYouâve been really helpful. Thank you for being so detailedâit makes a big difference.â Â
You offered a small, shaky smile. âI just want her to be okay.â Â
âWeâre going to do everything we can,â JJ said firmly, her voice filled with quiet determination. Â
You nodded again, but as she stood to leave, a new wave of anxiety washed over you. What if Spencer really is here? What if he walks through that door next? You werenât sure you were ready for that moment. Not now. Not like this. Â
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When the call came in about a new abduction, Spencer held his breath, his stomach tightening as a familiar sense of dread crept in. For a brief, harrowing moment, he waited to hear your name. But it wasnât. Â
âAnalise Bordeaux,â Penelope said over the phone, her tone efficient but tinged with urgency. âSheâs a top-rated journalist for the New York Times. Married, with two kids. Her wife also reported her missing earlier tonight after she didnât return home at a previously agreed time.â Â
Spencer let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding, but the relief was fleeting. Another brilliant, accomplished woman was in danger, and the unsubâs pattern was becoming even clearer. Â
âMorgan, Reid,â Hotchâs voice cut through the tense moment, bringing everyone back to focus. âI want the two of you to head to the club. Talk to the staff, review the footage, and see if anyone remembers anything unusual.â Â
âGot it,â Morgan replied, already grabbing his jacket. Â
Spencer nodded, silently falling into step with his partner. The ride to the club was quiet, the weight of the case settling heavily between them. Spencerâs mind wandered, as it often did in moments like this, and despite his best efforts, his thoughts drifted to you. Were you okay? Were you being safe in this massive, chaotic city? The idea of something happening to you gnawed at him in a way he couldnât shake. Â
When they arrived at the club, the music still pulsed faintly in the background as staff cleaned up after the nightâs events. The bouncer and several employees were waiting for them, and Derek immediately took the lead, flashing his badge and asking for access to the security footage. Â
Spencer scanned the room as they worked, his sharp eyes noting every detail. The club was upscale, the kind of place that catered to high-profile clients, which fit the unsubâs victimology perfectly. He and Derek pored over the footage, watching as Analise stumbled out of the bathroom, her movements sluggish and disoriented. The man who had escorted her out didnât seem remarkable at first glance, but Spencerâs mind was already analyzing every subtle detailâthe way he scanned the room, the calculated calmness in his movements. Â
âThis guy fits in with the crowd,â Derek muttered, narrowing his eyes at the screen. Â
Spencer nodded. âHe knows exactly how to stay under the radar. Heâs blending in, using the chaos of the club to his advantage.â Â
After questioning staff and gathering everything they could from the scene, the two men left the club and headed back to the precinct. The weight of what theyâd seen hung heavily in the air between them, but Spencer was unusually quiet. Â
âYou good, pretty boy?â Derek finally asked, glancing over at him. Â
âYeah,â Spencer lied, his voice quieter than usual. âJust⊠thinking.â Â
Derek didnât push, but Spencer could feel his partnerâs eyes on him.Â
When Derek and Spencer arrived back at the precinct, they headed straight to the makeshift conference area where the rest of the team was gathered. The atmosphere was tense but focused, with everyone comparing notes and piecing together the puzzle of Analiseâs abduction. Â
JJ was finishing up her report on the interviews she had conducted with Analiseâs friends. She held a notepad in her hand, skimming through her findings as she updated the team. Â
âWe have a list of people Analise spent the evening with,â JJ said, holding up the notepad. âHer coworkers and a few close friends all confirmed she wasnât acting like herself before she went to the bathroom. Said she was dazed, disoriented in the footageâclassic signs of being drugged. One of them even mentioned they tried calling her, but her phoneâs off now.â Â
As JJ spoke, Spencerâs gaze landed on the notepad in her hand. Something about it nagged at himâa sense of urgency he couldnât quite place. Â
âCan I see that?â he asked, pointing to the list of names. Â
JJ didnât hesitate, handing the notepad over with a slight frown of curiosity. âSure,â she said. âWhat are you thinking?â Â
Spencer didnât answer immediately. His eyes scanned the list quickly, his brain processing each name at lightning speed. And then he saw it. Â
Your name. Â
It hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and his grip on the notepad tightened as if he needed to steady himself. Â
Youâre here. Â
âWhat is it, Reid?â JJ asked, her voice breaking through the sudden rush of emotions. Â
Spencer forced himself to look up, his expression carefully neutral. âUm,â he muttered, his voice tight. âI just⊠wanted to see if anyone stood out.â Â
He handed the notepad back to JJ, his hand trembling slightly. He hoped she didnât notice, but Morgan, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes at him. Â
Spencerâs mind raced. He hadnât seen you in so long, hadnât spoken to you since the night he let you go. And now, here you were, tangled up in a case involving dangerous predators and a missing woman. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the panic rising in his chest. Â
âYou recognize anyone?â JJ asked, her tone casual as she flipped back through the list. Â
âNo,â Spencer lied once more, his voice steadier this time. Â
But inside, he felt like he was falling apart. Because no matter how much he tried to focus on the case, on the unsub, on finding Analise, one thought overpowered everything else: You were here. Â
âWhat do you think, Hotch?â Rossi started, leaning back slightly in his chair. âShould we let them go?â He gestured vaguely, referring to your group still waiting in the designated room. Â
âNo,â Spencer said quickly, speaking up out of turn. His voice was firmer than heâd intended, and everyone turned to look at him with raised brows. Â
âTheyâre safer here,â Spencer continued, his tone more measured now. âThe unsub might have seen them. If they were with Analise all night, they couldâve been noticed, even targeted.â Â
âReidâs right,â Hotch said, nodding as he turned back to Rossi. âWeâll keep them here until we have more information. JJ, did any of them mention recognizing the unsub from the footage? Or if Analise recently changed anything in her routine that might have drawn attention?â Â
JJ gently took her notepad back from Spencer, giving him another curious glance before flipping through her notes. âUh⊠yes,â she said, stopping on a specific page. âOne of themâY/N Y/Lâmentioned that Analise had just gotten a promotion at work. They went out to celebrate at a new restaurant last Thursday.â Â
Spencer stiffened at the mention of your name, doing his best to keep his expression neutral. Â
âAlright,â Hotch said decisively. âLetâs bring Y/N back into the interrogation room. She might have seen this man at the restaurant and didnât realize it.â Â
âIâll go get her,â JJ offered, already rising from her seat and heading toward the door. Â
âIâll come too,â Spencer blurted out before he could stop himself. Â
Everyone turned to look at him again, surprise flashing across their faces. Â
âMayâmaybe a second set of ears,â Spencer stammered, quickly trying to justify his outburst. âUm, a new perspective might help.â Â
Hotch studied him for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read Spencerâs motives. Then, with a curt nod, he said, âFine. Go with her.â Â
JJ gave Spencer a questioning look but said nothing, motioning for him to follow her. As they walked down the hallway toward the room where you and your friends were waiting, Spencer felt his chest tighten with every step. Â
He hadnât seen you in so long, hadnât prepared himself for this moment. And now, he was seconds away from coming face-to-face with the person heâd never stopped thinking about. Â
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You were just starting to lose your patience, shifting in your seat and glancing at the clock for the hundredth time, when the door opened again. The same woman from before, Jennifer, stepped inside with her calm and professional demeanor. Â
âY/N?â she said with a polite smile. âCan we see you again?â Â
Your friends exchanged questioning glances, murmuring words of encouragement as you stood. âGood luck,â one of them whispered as you followed JJ out of the room and down the hallway. Â
You tried to steady yourself, reminding yourself this was all routine. Just more questions. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as you stepped into the cold interrogation room again, the air felt differentâcharged, heavy. Â
And then you saw him. Â
Sitting in the chair across from the table, Spencer. Â
Your breath caught in your throat, and the room that had felt icy before now felt like it was a thousand degrees hotter. You froze for a moment, your mind racing to make sense of the sight in front of you. He looked the same, yet different. His hair was slightly longer, his face a little more tired, but those eyesâthe same deep, thoughtful eyes youâd once adoredâwere unmistakable. Â
Spencerâs head snapped up as you entered, and for a second, he looked just as startled as you felt. His mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. Â
âY/N,â JJ said gently, breaking the heavy silence. She gestured toward the chair across from Spencer. âHave a seat.â Â
You nodded stiffly, forcing your legs to move as you crossed the room and sat down. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldnât tell if it was from nerves, shock, or something else entirely. Â
Spencer cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting slightly in his lap. âHi,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Â
You blinked, your throat dry as you nodded again. âHello, agent,â you replied, equally quiet. Â
JJ glanced between the two of you, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion, but she quickly masked it. âY/N, we just have a few follow-up questions,â she said, sitting down beside Spencer and pulling out her notepad. Â
But it didnât matter what she said. The only thing you could focus on was Spencer, sitting right there in front of you, as if the years between you had suddenly disappeared. Â
The questions started simply enoughâwhere had you and your group gone to dinner? How many people were there? Did anyone stand out or seem to take special interest in you? Â
âThere was one person,â you said after a moment of thought, tilting your head slightly as you tried to recall the details. âHe was a busboy, I believe. But he kept coming by our table to check on us.â Â
Spencer, who had been taking notes alongside JJ, immediately perked up at that. âHe wasnât your server?â he asked, his voice calm but focused. Â
You shook your head, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âNo, our server was a woman. She was very attentive, but this guyâhe kept showing up. At first, we thought he was just really good at his job, but it started to feel⊠I donât know, a little strange.â Â
JJ leaned forward slightly, her pen poised over her notepad. âStrange how? Did he say anything to you, or was it more about his behavior?â Â
âIt was mostly his behavior,â you replied, frowning as you tried to piece together the memory. âHeâd clear away plates that didnât really need to be cleared yet, or refill water glasses that were barely half-empty. And every time he came by, heâd linger for just a second too long. It was subtle, but⊠noticeable.â Â
Spencer exchanged a quick glance with JJ before asking, âCan you describe him? Anything about his appearance that stood out?â Â
You nodded, your eyes narrowing slightly as you focused on the image in your mind. âHe was average height, maybe a little shorter than you,â you glanced at Spencer. âDark hair, clean-shaven. He had this kind of⊠intense way of looking at people, like he was trying to figure them out.â Â
Spencer scribbled furiously in his notebook, his pen moving so fast it almost blurred. âDo you remember if he wore anything unusual? Jewelry, a watch, anything like that?â Â
You paused, biting your lip as you thought. âI⊠I think he had a tattoo on his wrist,â you said finally. âIt was hard to see because of the uniform, but when he reached over to clear a plate, I noticed it. It looked like⊠a triangle, or something geometric.â Â
âThatâs good,â JJ said with a nod, giving you an encouraging smile. âThatâs really helpful, Y/N.â Â
But your gaze shifted to Spencer, who was still scribbling notes with an intensity you hadnât seen from him before. When he finally looked up, his eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, the weight of everything unsaid passed between you. Â
âAnything else you remember, no matter how small?â he asked softly, his voice steady but carrying an edge of something deeperâsomething that felt almost personal. Â
You shook your head slightly. âNo, I think thatâs it. I didnât think much of it at the time, but nowâŠâ You trailed off, a shiver running down your spine at the realization of how close your group may have been to danger. Â
Spencer nodded, his expression unreadable as he set his pen down. âThank you,â he said quietly. Â
JJ stood, glancing at her notes before giving you another reassuring smile. âWeâll follow up with the restaurant and see if anyone knows him. Youâve been really helpful, Y/N.â Â
You nodded, rising from your chair, but your eyes lingered on Spencer for just a moment longer before you turned to leave the room. And as you walked back to your friends, you couldnât help but feel like this encounter had stirred up more than just memories of the nightâit had brought something long-buried between you and Spencer back to the surface. Â
Before you could reach the room where your friends were waiting, you felt a gentle hand on your arm. The unexpected touch made you stop, turning instinctively. Â
There he wasâSpencer, standing just behind you, his face filled with an urgency that took your breath away. He looked like he was holding back a storm, his words spilling out before he could second-guess himself. Â
âCan I see you before I leave?â he asked, his voice low but rushed, as if afraid you might say no. Â
For a moment, you just stared at him, your mind scrambling to process the request. And before you even realized it, you nodded. âOkay,â you said softly, the word leaving your lips almost automatically. Â
Relief flashed across Spencerâs face, but he didnât linger. He simply gave you a small, grateful nod before turning back toward the team. You stood there for a second, trying to collect yourself, before heading back into the room with your friends. Â
As soon as you sat down next to Aubrey, she leaned in, her sharp eyes scanning your face. âWas that Spencer?â she asked in a hushed whisper, her voice filled with curiosity and concern. Â
You nodded again, unable to bring yourself to speak. Â
âAre you okay?â Aubrey pressed, her hand resting lightly on your arm. Â
This time, you shook your head. The motion was small, but it felt monumental, like admitting the weight of everything that had just happened. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, the sharp pressure a weak attempt to distract yourself from the knot of emotions tightening in your chest. Â
Aubrey frowned, her expression softening as she studied you. âDo you want to talk about it?â Â
You shook your head again, swallowing hard as you tried to push the overwhelming feelings down. âNot yet,â you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Â
Aubrey nodded, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. âAlright. But Iâm here when youâre ready.â Â
You gave her a faint smile, grateful for her understanding. But as you sat there, surrounded by your friends and the low hum of their conversations, your mind was elsewhereâfocused on Spencer, and the inevitable conversation that now loomed on the horizon. Â
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Luckily, your information turned out to be exactly what the team needed. With Penelopeâs tech skills and the restaurant staffâs confirmation, they were able to identify the unsub and locate Analise. Â
The relief was almost overwhelming when the news came in: Analise was found unharmed, aside from the lingering effects of the drugs and the red marks on her wrists where sheâd been bound. The man hadnât had the chance to carry out his full planârobbing her or doing worseâthanks to the swift intervention of the police and FBI. Â
By the time everything was resolved, the authorities had cleared you and your friends to leave that same night. The long hours of tension melted away as you gathered your things, and your group began heading toward the precinct exit. Â
You stuck close to Aubrey, practically glued to her side as you wrapped an arm around her waist. Her presence grounded you, the warmth and familiarity of her reassuring after everything youâd been through. Â
âFinally,â Aubrey murmured as the two of you reached the doors, her tone light but laced with exhaustion. Â
You nodded, tightening your hold on her as you pushed through the glass doors into the cool night air. But as you stepped outside, your eyes darted around instinctively, searching for a glimpse of Spencer. Â
And there he was, standing just a short distance away, speaking with Morgan and Hotch. His back was to you, but even from where you stood, you could feel the weight of the moment. Â
You immediately turned your head, your arm tightening around Aubrey as you kept moving. You didnât want to stop, didnât want to risk Spencer catching sight of youâor worse, calling out to you. Â
Aubrey glanced down at you as the two of you walked quickly toward the car. âYou okay?â she asked softly, her voice steady despite her own obvious fatigue. Â
âYeah,â you whispered, though your grip on her waist betrayed your nerves. Â
As you slid into the car, your heart still raced. The thought of seeing Spencer againâeven after everythingâleft you feeling exposed, vulnerable. And yet, there was a tiny, nagging part of you that wondered what wouldâve happened if youâd let yourself stop. Â
But for now, you were content to let an officer drive you home, the city lights blurring outside the window as you leaned against the seat, trying to process the nightâs eventsâand the man who still had the power to shake you to your core. Â
The incessant ringing of your phone jolted you awake, the sound cutting through the fog of your restless sleep. You groaned, squinting against the morning light as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. Â
Your heart skipped a beat when you glanced at the screen. No name was displayed, just a number. But it was a number you could never forget, no matter how hard youâd tried. Â
You had deleted Spencerâs contact months ago, telling yourself it was for the best, a necessary step in moving on. But his number was burned into your memory, a string of digits that you could recite as easily as your own name. Â
For a moment, you just stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the answer button. The ringtone seemed louder, more insistent, as if demanding a decision. Â
Your chest tightened, and a million thoughts ran through your mind. Why is he calling? What does he want? Can I even handle hearing his voice right now? Â
But before you could overthink it any further, your thumb moved almost of its own accord, pressing the button and bringing the phone to your ear. Â
âHello?â you said softly, your voice still heavy with sleep. Â
There was a pause on the other end, just long enough to make your heart race, and then you heard itâa voice you hadnât heard in what felt like a lifetime. Â
âY/N,â Spencer said, his tone cautious, almost tentative. âI⊠Iâm sorry to call so early. I wasnât sure if youâd pick up.â Â
You swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. âWhatâs going on, Spencer?â you asked, your tone carefully neutral. Â
He hesitated, and you could practically hear him piecing his words together. âI just⊠I couldnât leave New York without talking to you,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âNot after last night. Not after seeing you again.â Â
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words, but you didnât respond right away, unsure of what to say. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. Â
âI know this isnât fair,â Spencer continued, his words tumbling out now, âbut⊠can we talk? Just the two of us? Please?â Â
You closed your eyes, leaning back against the headboard as you exhaled slowly. You didnât know what to sayâdidnât know if you were ready to reopen wounds youâd worked so hard to heal. But the sound of his voice, the raw emotion in it, made it impossible to say no. Â
âOkay,â you said quietly. âWhen?â Â
âNow?â he asked, his voice tinged with hope and hesitation. âI can come to you, or we can meet somewhereâwhatever youâre comfortable with.â Â
You glanced at the clock on your bedside table, your mind still racing. âThereâs a cafĂ© a couple of blocks from me,â you said finally, giving him the address. âIâll meet you there in an hour.â Â
âThank you,â he said, relief evident in his tone. âIâll see you soon.â Â
As the call ended, you sat there for a moment, staring at the phone in your hand. Part of you wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend none of this was happening. But another partâthe part that had never really let Spencer goâknew this was a conversation that was long overdue. Â
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November 2004
âExcuse me, miss?â a voice spoke from behind you, polite but a little unsure. Â
You turned around, confused, to find a lanky man with slicked-back hair and glasses standing there, looking at you expectantly. He wore an awkward smile, his hands fidgeting slightly as he shifted on his feet. Â
âYes?â you asked, tilting your head, trying to place him. Â
âIf itâs no bother, we would really appreciate the check. We were just called into work,â he explained sheepishly, gesturing to a man sitting at the table behind him, who was watching the interaction with an amused grin. Â
For a moment, you just stared at him, unsure of how to respond. âUm,â you started, your tone hesitant, âIâm sorry, but I donât work here.â Â
The man sitting across from him burst into laughter, shaking his head. âNice going, Reid.â Â
The one who had spokenâReid, apparentlyâturned bright red, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologize. âIâIâm so sorry! I didnât mean to assume, I justâyour outfitâit looks just like the uniforms the waitstaff are wearing!â Â
You frowned, glancing down at your clothesâa crisp white blouse tucked into sleek black slacks. Then it clicked, and a laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. âOh, wow,â you said, grinning at him. âThatâs⊠actually kind of funny. I designed the uniforms, so I guess I subconsciously dressed accordingly.â Â
Reid blinked, his eyes widening behind his glasses. âYou designed them?â he asked, his embarrassment giving way to genuine curiosity. Â
âYeah,â you said with a shrug, glancing around the restaurant. âI work for the ownerâwell, freelance. They hired me to design uniforms that were professional but stylish.â Â
âThatâs⊠really impressive,â Reid said, his tone sincere as he adjusted his glasses. âTheyâreâum, theyâre very nice. Clearly convincing,â he added, his cheeks still pink. Â
The man at his table laughed again, shaking his head. âYouâre lucky sheâs nice, kid. That couldâve gone way worse.â Â
You smiled, brushing off the comment. âNo harm done,â you said, waving a hand. Then, looking back at Reid, you added, âJust maybe double-check next time before you assume.â Â
âNoted,â he said, offering a sheepish smile. âAnd again, Iâm really sorry.â Â
As you walked away, you couldnât help but smile to yourself, shaking your head at the interaction. Little did you know, it was the beginning of something much bigger than a misunderstanding over a uniform. Â
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December 2008 â Present Â
You sat at the small table in the cafĂ©, nervously fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth with one hand while biting your thumb with the other. The cafĂ© was quiet, the gentle hum of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine creating a soothing background. Still, your nerves were anything but calm. Â
You hadnât seen Spencer yet, but you felt his presence looming, the anticipation making your chest feel tight. Your mind raced with a million thoughtsâwhat he would say, what you should say, how this meeting would go after all the time that had passed. Â
âExcuse me, miss,â a familiar voice interrupted, laced with a soft, teasing tone. âYou donât happen to work here, do you?â Â
Your head snapped up, and your lips parted in surprise, only for the tension in your chest to loosen when you saw him. Spencer stood there, looking both nervous and amused, his hands tucked awkwardly into his coat pockets. His hair was slightly tousled from the cold, and his glasses caught the soft glow of the cafĂ© lights. Â
You couldnât help itâamusement took over as you remembered the very first time he had said those words to you. âSeriously?â you said, a small smile creeping onto your lips. âYouâre going to lead with that?â Â
Spencer shrugged, his lips curving into a sheepish grin. âI figured it worked the first time,â he said, his voice soft as his eyes flickered to yours. Â
Your heart stuttered at the look he gave you, and for a moment, it felt like you were back in 2005, standing in that restaurant, completely oblivious to what the future held. Â
You shook your head, gesturing to the seat across from you. âSit down, Reid,â you said, your tone light, though your voice still carried the weight of everything unsaid. Â
Spencer moved carefully, as if afraid to disrupt the fragile moment between you. He slid into the chair, his hands resting on the table, fidgeting slightly with the edge of his sleeve. Â
âYou remembered,â you said after a beat, unable to stop yourself. Â
âOf course I did,â he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. âI remember everything about you.â Â
The weight of his words settled between you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding. Â
âWell,â you said, breaking the silence, âI guess we have a lot to talk about.â Â
Spencer nodded, his expression serious but filled with something you couldnât quite placeâhope, maybe? âYeah,â he said. âWe do.â Â
And just like that, the conversation youâd both been avoiding for years finally began. Â
Spencer folded his hands on the table, his long fingers twitching slightly as though unsure of where to begin. He glanced down at the tablecloth before looking back up at you, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out right away. Â
You tilted your head, studying him. âYouâve never been one to struggle for words,â you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension that hung thick in the air. Â
He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. âI guess thereâs a first time for everything.â His voice was soft, almost tentative. Â
The silence that followed wasnât uncomfortable, but it was heavyâweighted with years of unanswered questions, unresolved feelings, and all the things neither of you had said when you had the chance. Â
Spencer finally spoke, his voice low and earnest. âI shouldnât have forced you to go.â Â
Your heart clenched at his words, the directness of them catching you off guard. You opened your mouth to respond, but he pressed on, his words tumbling out in a rush, as though heâd been holding them back for too long. Â
âI thought I was doing the right thing,â he said, his gaze locked on yours. âI thought I was giving you the chance to live the life you deserved, to follow your dreams without me holding you back. But all I did was hurt you. AndâŠâ He hesitated, his voice dropping even lower. âI hurt myself too.â Â
You blinked, stunned by the raw honesty in his tone. You hadnât expected him to dive in so quickly, to say the things youâd spent so long wondering if he even felt. Â
âSpencer,â you began, your voice wavering slightly, âyou didnât just hurt me. You made a decision for both of us without even asking how I felt. You thought you were protecting me, but you didnât give me a choice.â Â
He flinched slightly at your words, but he didnât look away. âI know,â he said, his voice thick with regret. âI know I handled it all wrong. Iâve replayed that night a thousand times in my head, and every time, I wish Iâd done it differently. I wish Iâd just⊠trusted you.â Â
You swallowed hard, the vulnerability in his words stirring something deep within you. âYou think I didnât want to go? That I didnât think about what it couldâve meant for my career? I stayed because I loved you, Spencer. You were my dream. Not New York. Not Aubrey. You.â Â
Spencerâs hands tightened on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. âAnd I threw it away,â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Â
You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. âYou didnât throw it away. You made a choice. We both did. And we have to live with that.â Â
He nodded slowly, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. For a moment, you thought that might be the end of itâthat he would drop it and let you both walk away again. Â
But then he looked up, and his eyes were filled with something fierce, something determined. âI donât want to live with it,â he said firmly. âNot anymore. Not if thereâs even the smallest chance I can fix thisâfix us.â Â
Your breath caught, your heart pounding in your chest as his words hung between you. You wanted to say something, to respond, but you werenât sure if you could trust yourself to speak. Â
So instead, you just stared at him, waiting for him to keep going. And in that moment, Spencer Reid, the man who rarely hesitated to explain every detail, every fact, every statistic, did something unexpected. Â
He waited too. Â
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air between you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope, for any clue as to how you might respond. You could see the vulnerability etched into every line of his face, the desperation for you to believe him, to give him a chance.
âSpencer,â you began softly, your voice trembling just enough to betray the storm of emotions swirling within you. âFix us? There is no us anymore. You made that abundantly clear when you kicked me out of my home.â
Your words were sharp, cutting through the fragile hope that had been lingering in the air. Spencer flinched as if youâd physically struck him, his face falling with the weight of your statement. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped, his lips pressing into a thin line as he struggled to find the right words.
âI didnâtââ he started, but then stopped himself, shaking his head. âI didnât kick you out, Y/N. I thoughtââ Â
âYou thought you knew what was best for me,â you interrupted, your tone more firm now as the hurt youâd buried for so long began to surface. âYou didnât even ask me how I felt. You made a decision for both of us and expected me to just accept it. And when I didnât? When I tried to fight for us? You pushed me away like I didnât matter.â
âYou mattered,â Spencer said quickly, his voice cracking. âYou still matter. IâI thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you.â Â
âProtecting me?â you repeated, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âYou werenât protecting me, Spencer. You were protecting yourself. You were afraid Iâd resent you, so instead, you pushed me out of your life completely. And guess what? It hurt just as muchâmaybe even more.â Â
His shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair, the gesture so familiar it made your chest ache. âYouâre right,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âI was afraid. I was terrified. Not just of you resenting me, but of⊠of failing you. Of not being enough. I convinced myself that letting you go was the selfless thing to do, but all I did was hurt you. And myself.â
You looked at him, his confession hanging heavily in the air between you. Part of you wanted to lash out, to make him feel a fraction of the pain youâd carried for so long. But another part of youâa part you didnât want to admit existedâstill ached for him, still felt the pull of the man youâd once loved so deeply. Â
âYou canât just come back now and expect to fix everything,â you said, your voice softer but no less firm. âItâs not that simple.â Â
âI know,â he said quickly, his eyes pleading. âI know itâs not. But I had to try. I couldnât leave New York without telling you how I feel, without letting you know that Iâm sorryâfor everything.â Â
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you tried to steady yourself. âAnd what happens after this, Spencer? What are you expecting? That Iâll just forget everything and weâll go back to how things were?â Â
âNo,â he said, shaking his head. âI donât expect that. I donât expect anything from you, Y/N. I justâŠâ He paused, his voice breaking as he added, âI just needed you to know that I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.â Â
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you didnât know what to say. The sincerity in his voice, the pain in his eyesâit was all too much. Â
But so was the weight of everything that had happened, the scars that hadnât fully healed. Â
âI never stopped loving you either,â you said finally, your voice trembling again. The admission felt heavy, like a weight you had been carrying for far too long, now released. Â
âReally?â Spencer asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to believe it. Â
You nodded, swallowing hard. âWell, itâs only been half a year, Spencer. I thought I was going to marry you. That doesnât just go away.â Â
âNo,â he agreed, shaking his head slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. âNo, it doesnât.â Â
For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the quiet of the cafĂ© wrapping around you like a fragile cocoon. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the raw, unspoken emotions lingering between you. Â
Then, Spencer shifted in his seat, his hands fumbling around in his bag as if he were searching for something. You watched him curiously, your heart pounding in your chest as he finally pulled out a small box. Â
âWhat is that?â you choked out, your voice barely audible. Â
Spencer held the box in his hand, staring at it for a moment before looking back up at you. âI bought this the day we went to the mall,â he began, his voice soft but steady. âWhen you asked me if I ever thought about marriage.â He paused, his fingers brushing over the edges of the box as if grounding himself. âWhen you went into the lingerie store, I went back and bought the ring you were staring at.â Â
Your breath hitched, your mind racing. âHow did you know?â you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips. Â
âIâm a profiler,â he said with a small, almost shy smile. âI knowâknew you so well. It wasnât hard to see which one caught your eye.â Â
âItâsâthe ring is in there right now?â you asked, your voice trembling. Â
Spencer nodded, his expression cautious but hopeful. âDo you want to see it?â he asked tentatively, his fingers tightening slightly around the box. Â
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, slowly, you nodded, unable to find the words to say anything else. Â
Spencer opened the box, turning it toward you, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Â
The ring was simple yet elegantâexactly the kind of style youâd always admired. A delicate band of platinum, with a perfectly cut diamond set in the center, surrounded by smaller stones that sparkled as if they held their own light. Â
âYes,â you whispered, barely audible, your eyes never leaving the ring. Â
Spencerâs head snapped up, his brows knitting together in confusion. âWhat?â he rushed out, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope. Â
âYes,â you said again, louder this time, your gaze shifting from the ring to meet his wide, questioning eyes. Â
âYes⊠what?â Spencer asked, his voice trembling, as if he couldnât allow himself to believe what he thought he was hearing. Â
You took a shaky breath, your emotions swelling and threatening to overflow. âIâll marry you,â you said firmly, the words filling the space between you like a beacon. Â
Spencer froze, his lips parting slightly as he processed what youâd just said. For a moment, he looked like he might cry, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as his hand tightened around the small box. Â
âYou will?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, full of awe and disbelief. Â
âYes,â you said again, nodding for emphasis. âI love you, Spencer. I never stopped. And I donât want to waste any more time pretending like I donât.â Â
Spencerâs hands trembled as he reached for yours, his grip warm and steady despite his obvious emotion. âIâI donât even know what to say,â he admitted, a nervous, breathless laugh escaping him. Â
âYou donât have to say anything,â you replied, your voice soft but certain. âJust⊠ask me.â Â
Spencer blinked, his lips curving into the smallest, most genuine smile youâd seen in years. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he slid out of his chair and knelt on one knee, still holding the box open. Â
âY/N,â he said, his voice breaking slightly. âIâve loved you from the moment I saw you, and Iâll love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?â Â
You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks as you whispered, âYes.â Â
Spencer slid the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking as he did so, and when he stood, you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you easily, holding you tightly as you both laughed and cried, the weight of years of pain and longing finally lifting. Â
In that small cafĂ©, with the world around you fading into the background, the two of you found your way back to each otherâagainst all odds, against all fears. And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right. Â
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tear you apart
ă mob boss! p.sh x fem. ballerina! reader
ă wc: 3.3k
ă plot: a powerful mob boss becomes dangerously distracted by a captivating ballerina, leading him to abandon an important business deal because of his new obsession. Determined to regain his focus, he confronts her one night after a show, only to find himself even deeper entangled in his desireâand a conflict that could jeopardize everything.
ă content: swan lake ballet, ballerina!reader, mob boss! seonghwa, dom! seonghwa, gloved finger-fucking?? eventual smut
đ§ tear you apart- she wants revenge, sour switchblade- elita, into the woods- bragolin
It was now the final act of the show. Rothbart was defeated, his dark powers broken, and the swan maidens were free at last. In the soft glow of the stage, you and Siegfried danced together, your movements light and delicate, like drifting feathers. Each step felt weightless as you floated through the scene, surrounded by the gentle swell of the orchestra and the dreamy, pearlescent backdrop that bathed everything in a soft, otherworldly light. This was the most serene moment of the entire performanceâyet your heart raced wildly in your chest.
Throughout the entire show, a sense of unease gripped you, following your every movement on stage. No matter where you turned or what role you played, you felt his eyes on you, that same piercing, unrelenting gaze that had been following you all season.Â
Park Seonghwa always sat in the same seat, just a little off-center in the orchestra, ensuring he had the best view of you. Like clockwork, he was here every Saturday night, with his hair slicked back with precision, dressed in a long, black coat that skimmed the floor, and his leather-gloved hands resting motionless on his knees. His eyes followed you all over the stage, studying your every move, every tweak of your brow, his plump lips parted in fascination. His unblinking, stone-cold expression sent shivers down your spine, and yet, you couldnât deny the intrigue it sparked in you. His observance of you, so focused and ceaseless, made you feel powerfulâseen. As if, in his eyes, you were the only ballerina on that stage, the rest of the world fading into irrelevance. You almost looked forward to seeing him in the audience every night, that is, until some whisperings from the other ballerinas during dress rehearsal rattled you.Â
"A mobster? Really? I thought those only existed in Scorsese movies," one ballerina laughed softly, her eyes darting nervously to the corner where he sometimes lingered after performances.
"It's true!" another whispered eagerly. "He's part of the Park crime family. Remember when they started cracking down on drug trafficking? Then they suddenly dropped all charges. I heard he paid off half the force. And nowâwell, I hear heâs eyeing the theater as a front for money laundering."
There was more truth to their rumors than they realized. After his fatherâs sudden departure, Seonghwa had inherited the mantle, becoming the head of the Park family businessâa role heâd taken on with cold, unerring resolve. He was trusted to be the new, pragmatic decision-maker, one who wold keep the family business running smoothly. Everything had been going according to plan, right down to choosing an old, run-down theater on the outskirts of town as his next investment.Â
It was a simple acquisition, one that should have been handled quickly. But one evening, he found himself sitting in the darkened theater, watching intently as you stepped onto the stage in your pearly white tutu, your sculpted legs covered in thick stockings, twirling on your experienced tippy toes, forcing him to wonder how you can move so gracefully while doing something that seemed so painful.Â
Seonghwa never thought much of performance art; it simply wasnât his world. His world was dark, brutal, and unforgiving. But from the first graceful movement, and the beautiful melody from the live orchestra, he was captivated with the world of the Swan Lake. You moved with such elegance and emotion that he couldnât look away, each gesture leaving him more entranced than the last. From that night on, he returned every evening you performed, ignoring his obligations just to see you dance. He became infatuated with the beauty and artistry he hadnât known could exist.Â
The original plan was simple: aquire the theater, reshape it into something profitable, and then use the profits to conceal earnings. But now, the thought of disrupting your world was unbearable. Reluctantly, he abandoned the deal, his priorities now twisted by an enchantment he resented.Â
From that very first performance, you unknowingly unraveled the careful fabric of his plans. Seonghwa found himself slipping away from his duties week after week, drawn back to that same old theater. His associates began to worry, questioning his judgement, but he couldnât help it. He told himself it was just a curiosity or distractionâanything but the truth. You had enchanted him, woven yourself into his thoughts so deeply that he couldnât bring himself to go through with the acquisition. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of what he stood to lose.
His associates were quick to notice his shift, whispering about his lack of judgment and uncharacteristic indecision. They urged him to reconsider, to stay groundedâbut he felt himself slipping. Trouble was on the horizon; he could sense it. Part of him loathed you for the hold you had over him, for making him slack off from his responsibilities. Yet, night after night, he was drawn back, helpless against the spell youâd cast, unable to break free, and unwilling to let go.
Seonghwa knew he couldnât keep living like this. His soul was burning hopelessly, and he needed to put out this fire fast.Â
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It was quiet now, the theater emptying as the final notes of the orchestra still seemed to hang faintly in the air. You slipped into your dressing room, exhausted yet exhilarated, the glow of the performance still warming you as you changed out of your costume. Carefully, you removed your stage makeup, wiping away the traces of the Swan Queen. The transformation always felt strange, trading feathers and grace for the ordinary routine of going home.
You packed your things slowly, placing each item into your bag with a practiced rhythm, already looking forward to the calm of your apartment. But as you reached for your coat, a prickle of unease returned. It was that lingering feeling, the sensation of being watched, that had haunted you all night.
The silence shattered with a sudden, firm knock on the door, catching you off guard. Your heart raced, and before you could even gather yourself to respond, the door creaked open, slow and deliberate. His face appeared in the dim light, and you caught your breath. It was him.
Seonghwa stepped in just enough for his figure to fill the doorway, his familiar dark coat draping around him like a shadow. His expression was unreadable, the same cold, composed look he always wore, yet his eyes held a strange intensity that made you feel hot.
Your heart pounded as he stood there, with his gaze fixed intently on you. You felt a flicker of fearâa quiet, instinctive warning. Everything about him radiated power, a kind of quiet danger that you couldnât ignore. Yet, having him so close to you now felt exhilarating, almost like you were waiting for him to knock on your door.Â
âI hope Iâm not intruding,â He apologized, his sharp features now softening in your presence, hoping to disarm you.Â
âIâm sorry, c-can I help you with something?â
He paced around your small dressing room, his eyes lingering on the little detailsâyour stage makeup scattered across the vanity, the photo frames of other ballerinas lining the walls. Anxiety twisted in your stomach as you watched him, still unsure of why he was here. Then, he turned to you with an unreadable expression, extending his gloved hand. "I just wanted to introduce myself properly," he said, his voice smooth but distant, âPark Seonghwa. Iâm from a private equity firm. I know the owner, Hongjoong.â Shakily, you reached out your hand, the leather of his glove feeling cold and unnatural against your skin. You suppressed a shiver as his grip lingered just a second longer than you expected.
âIâm Y/N.âÂ
"Y/N...Congratulations on being this seasonâs Swan Queen," he continued, his voice low and deliberate. "Youâve done very well. You must be very pleased with yourself."
You managed a quiet thank you, though the words felt strange on your lips, your usual confidence faltering under his watchful gaze. His praise should have flattered you, but instead, it left you feeling oddly exposed, like he saw more than you intended to show.
He released your hand, but the strange, lingering sensation stayed with you, leaving you both captivated and nervous.
Feeling faint, you sat down on your vanity chair. "So, you know Hongjoong?" you asked, searching for some logic behind his sudden presence.
"I do," he replied smoothly, though there was a slight glint in his eye that betrayed him. "Weâve been discussing a potential business venture together."
The truth, however, was a little more complicated. Seonghwa had met Hongjoong only once, barely enough to call him an acquaintance. From the start, Hongjoong hadnât seemed eager to hand over his only asset to a man of Seonghwaâs reputation, especially not when rumors swirled about his intention to repurpose the theater into something as mundane as a car wash to serve as a front for his familyâs business. But Seonghwa knew how to persuade, and when he named his price, Hongjoongâs reluctance began to waver.
That first night, theyâd arranged to negotiate the deal, and Seonghwa had come prepared to secure the theater with his usual finesse. But Hongjoong was running late. Growing tired from standing in the lobby all evening, Seonghwa decided to sit in an empty seat during the show only to rest his feet, but your elegant movements captivated him, and made him forget who he was and why he was there.Â
He stepped closer, closing the distance between you in a way that made the small room feel even smaller. Your breath hitched as his intense gaze softened slightly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The air between you felt charged, the warmth of his presence mingling with the lingering cold from his leather gloves.
âBut Iâm not here to talk about that,â He said, towering over you, âI could actually use your help in something.âÂ
There was something odd yet inticing about his request. What could he, a possible mob boss, want from someone like you?
âAnd what might that be?â You asked, your throat suddenly feeling dry.Â
He was so close to you now that you could pick up the warming notes of his cologneâ spices, sandalwood, and a hint of citrus. Youâd seen his face a thousand times before, always shrouded in the dim lighting of the audience, his expression always stoic and muted. But now, with the light catching the sharp angles of his cheekbones and his plush and perfect lips just inches away from you, he was utterly captivating. You couldnât look away.Â
"You see, I have this problem," he said, pacing slowly around you, his voice steady but laced with something unspoken. The air shifted each time he moved, the chill of his absence replaced by an intoxicating warmth as he drew near again.Â
"A problem?" you echoed, your voice a little breathless, trying to focus as his reflection loomed behind you in the mirror.
"Mm." He stopped directly behind you, lowering his head closer to the nape of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Itâs you," he admitted, his tone dropping into something dangerously intimate.
Your heart skipped a beat. "Me?"
Seonghwa straightened himself, meeting your wide-eyed gaze in the mirror, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk. "Youâre making it very hard for me to focus on my job," he said. His words were as smooth as they were direct. "And when a man like me gets distracted⊠it causes complications."
He moved again, standing to your side now, his hand resting lightly on the back of your chair. The closeness was almost unbearable, every nerve in your body hyper-aware of his presence.
"So," he continued, his eyes locking onto yours, "I thought perhaps you could help me resolve this little⊠issue of mine."
Your mind raced to comprehend the suggestion wrapped in his words. The way he looked at you left no room for misinterpretation, his meaning clear without being crass. You felt a sudden pulse between your legs, forcing you to squeeze your thighs tighter.Â
"And how exactly would I⊠help?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Seonghwa tilted his head, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "Youâre a clever woman," he said, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your shoulder with deliberate care. "I think you already know."
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You sat perched on your dressing table, forced to see yourself reflected in the mirror. There was a nervous flutter in your stomach as Seonghwa loomed behind you, his broad shoulders and low eyes making your breath hitch. You watched as he parted your thighs before eagerly ripping at the center seam of your stocking, revealing your glistening cunt to you both. Before you could react, he brought down his gloved hand, tapping on your pulsing clit a few times before pressing down in slow and small circles.Â
The coldness of the leather made you gasp, your heartbeat spiraling in excitement. You could see your slick coating his fingers, bringing a faint shine to his black gloves.Â
âSuch a fat little pussy,â he breathed into your neck, the sudden warmth making a few hairs stand at your nape. He lightly slapped your cunt again, his mouth watering at your chubby, wet folds. âDidnât think such a sweet little ballerina had something like this between her legs.âÂ
You couldnât help but feel vulnerable as you took in your reflection, hardly recognizing the scantily clad woman before you. You pressed your eyes shut as he continued pulling a string of shaky, breathless moans from your lips.
âLetâs see how well this little pussy can take me, hm?â He challenged, refusing to wait for your response before inserting a leathered digit into your wet walls. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, struggling to wrap around the thickness of his glove. Seonghwa chuckled at your tightness.
âPlease,â You begged, tightly holding onto his working arm. But the desperation in your voice only egged him on. He thrust in a merciless rhythm, the squelching sounds from your arousal sending blood down to his groin.Â
âPlease what dear? You want more?â Seonghwa grinned devilishly before stuffing in another finger, the sudden stretch sending a mix of pain and pleasure to your core. He worked you open at a brutal pace, soaking in your sweet moans as you gripped onto him tighter.Â
You were slowly coming undone, your knees quivering and threatening to cave in. You felt his hand grip onto your inner thigh, holding you open as much as possible for him. It was then that you fluttered your eyes open, only to find his gaze already locked onto yours in the mirror. You felt a twist in your stomach like heâd caught you doing something you shouldnât be doing. You quickly realized that Seonghwa had been watching you in the mirror, his gaze unwavering as he took in every tear tracing your scorned red cheek, the delicate furrow of your brow, and the way your plush, pouty lips let out the softest, most beautiful whines heâd ever heard. Just as enchanting as your expressions were on stage, they were even more alluring here as he ravished you at his will.Â
His fingers were so much deeper now, hitting you in all the right places, until the tension inside of you snapped and you finally let go all over his gloved fingers. âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You sputtered, watching your wetness drip down his gloves. Exhaustion suddenly took over you, forcing your head to fall against his chest.Â
âI hope you donât think weâre finished here,â He whispered, his soft, full lips feathering over your ear lobe, âThereâs still a lot of things I need you to do.â
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You were sprawled out over the table now, your top completely discarded, leaving you in just your ripped stockings. Seonghwa liked the stockings you wore on stage. They were so pearly and smooth, and he almost felt bad for ruining them this way. He leaned down and peppered a trail of kisses under your ear, down to your collarbone, lingering over your hardened peaks briefly, before continuing down to your pelvis.Â
You felt a wave of heat spread over you as he kissed around the outside of your cunt before spreading your lips with his fingers, reuniting you with the coldness of the leather. He dragged his long, warm tongue over your hot slit, groaning once your essence reached his tastebuds.Â
âYou taste just as sweet as you look,â He praised, before wrapping his lips over your swollen clit. He sucked and pulled, swallowing every bit of juice you offered him hungrily.Â
Your back arched in bliss, your hips rolling as he gleefully lapped away at your cunt. He pressed his strong hands down your inner thighs to keep you still, your puffy pussy now spread completely open for him to devour. He savored every drop of you, like a predator that spent weeks catching its prey.
Seonghwa told himself heâd finally be rid of this infatuation after tonight and return to his duties with no more distractions, but how could he now after seeing you like this? With your body so willing, the sheer afterglow hitting your face and collarbones, the uneasy rise of your chest, and those lustful, messy moans? It all enticed him even further, and he worried heâd never be able to stay away.Â
Seonghwa was at his peak now, and he couldnât hold out any longer. He quickly sprang up at his feet, the sounds of his belt unbuckling making your core throb with anticipation. His angry, red tip pressed against your slit, making you gasp at how hot and hard he felt.Â
Seonghwa pushed himself in slowly, inch by inch until his shaft was completely sucked in by you. He cursed at your tightness and moved his hips slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth.
âFuck!â You cried out, curling your toes as he plunged deeper into you. He fucked you hard and rough, determined to take all his anger and frustrations out on you so that he could return to his stoic self. He hated you for throwing him off his game, and he still held onto that hope that heâd finally let go of all his pent up emotions once he finishes fucking your brains out. He just needed to get it out of his system.
You winced at his tight grasp on your hips. His pace was brutal, the sounds of your dressing table rocking against the wall overpowering your desperate screams, yet you refused to open your eyes. You didnât want to see his face while he thrusted into you with an unspoken vendetta. His gaze alone made you feel even more hot and frazzled.Â
Suddenly, you felt his hand creep to the back of your head, pulling your head up by a fistful of strands. You took in a sharp breath, the pain of your pulled hair forcing you to open your eyes at last.
âLook at how good you fucking take me,â He grunted, pushing your head down farther to help you get a good look at his cock stretching out your swollen cunt. â âTake me just like a good girl.âÂ
Your face grew hot as you watched yourself take him in, eyes bulging at his thick cock that was decorated with pulsing veins and twitched inside of you so deliciously. So drunk off his cock, you found yourself rambling nonsense as he fucked you into oblivion. âYes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me so good!â
You felt you both were melting into each other, your breathing growing erratic and unsteady until you finally lost your composure.
Seonghwa pulled out of you, spilling himself over your wet cunt as he sucked in a breath, making sure to milk out every last drop of his seed. You couldnât help but watch as he spread his thick, white cum over your swollen pussy lips, your body twitching from the sensitivity.Â
When you looked up at him, you found his face flushed as red as yours, his mouth slightly agape, with an expression that caught you off guard. The moody, confident alpha male who had entered your room now seemed unsteady, his composure cracked, leaving him looking utterly broken and confused.
He leaned down, his breath mingling with yours for a fleeting moment before his lips finally pressed against yours. The kiss was seamless, as though the two of you had been meant to move together in this way all along. The warmth of his touch ignited something between you, a spark that quickly became a flame, and a flame that would soon become a raging fire that could never be put out.
Seonghwa's desire for you only intensified in that moment. Whatever his plans had been before tonight, they now felt irrelevant, tangled up in the web of feelings he could no longer suppress. He didnât know what this meant for his current predicamentâhow this would complicate everythingâbut one thing was certain: he wouldnât be letting you go anytime soon. Heâs marked his destiny by letting himself be engulfed in the flames.
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The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - Part 4
In which you escape to paradise with the love of your life.
Warnings: nothing unless you hate happiness. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 2.4k
- The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 3 - Master List
Phulay Bay, Thailand July, 2025
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456,938 likes liked by taylorswift, redbullracing, alexandrasaintmleux, and others. yourpersonalinsta out of office tagged: maxverstappen1 kikagomes omg where are yoooou? >>>yourpersonalinsta thailand! he planned literally everything. all i had to do was show up. user928 max is never beating best boyfie on the grid allegations now redbullracing bring us back a coconut! >>>yourpersonalinsta hahahaha think max can smuggle one out in his backpack??? >>>redbullracing if he tries hard enough, he can do anything!
"Max, where'd you go?" You call, voice echoing out over the empty terrace of the beach villa Max had booked for you two during F1's summer break.
Last year, the two of you had spent a few weeks on a boat off of the Amalfi coast with some of your friends but this year, it was just the two of you. This entire trip had been a complete surprise, Max having planned the entire thing. You had gotten a text one afternoon just a few days into the month long F1 break from Max telling you to pack a bag (heavy on the bikinis and lingerie, as personally requested by your boyfriend) and to be ready to leave the apartment in Monaco in an hour.
You had bustled about, a mix of excitement and anxiety twisting in your chest. To be quite honest, you had been looking forward to having some down time at home, just the two of you. It had only been a few months since you had permanently moved from New York to Monaco and you were far from settled, having spent most of the first half of the year traveling with Max.
The moment Max burst into your shared apartment though, all of your anxieties evaporated into thin air. He had never looked more relaxed than he had that morning, telling you he was taking you on a trip and to not ask any questions. You, of course, dutifully obeyed.
Which was how you found yourself at one of the most private and romantic beach resorts in Thailand, currently looking for your seemingly missing boyfriend. You'd been here for a few days now, soaking in the sand and sun and quiet peacefulness the resort had to offer. Mornings were spent slowly in bed, breakfast often skipped in favor of time spent underneath (or on top of) Max. Afternoons scuttled by slowly, spent under the sun on the beach in your bikini being oogled by Max. And nights were spent together, either in the media room of the villa watching movies or under the stars talking about anything and everything with the man that had completely stolen your heart.
It was in those quiet moments, while you sat snuggled up between Max's legs, back pressed firmly into his chest, on the beach where you were in awe of how much your life had changed in a little over a year. How quickly Max had swooped into you life, into your heart, and never left.
The villa is quiet and empty, you assume that Max has wandered down onto the beach or out near the private pool while you had taken a quick shower before your dinner reservations. Something on the bed catches your eye though and you cross the wooden planked floor to read the note that sits on top of a white linen dress.
My love, I know we had reservations at the resort's resturant tonight but I took the liberty of moving that to some place a little quieter. Put on the dress and meet me out on that little bluff where we always watch the sunset, dinner is waiting. all of the love my soul possesses, Max
Tears prick at your eyes when you finish the note. Laying on the bed is a white linen dress that you had no idea was even in the villa. It's brand new, you'd never even seen it before. The moment you pull it on over your head, you can't help but be impressed. It fits like a dream and when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you can't help but smile. The dress is cut perfectly to your figure, the neckline scooping down low to show off an extra bit of clevege and the hem hitting just below your knee. You're not quite sure how Max did it, but the dress fits you like a glove.
Your hair is still a bit damp, but you're eager to find where Max is and what he's up to tonight so you opt for a long braid down your back.
When you step out on the back veranda of the villa, the sun is hanging low in the sky, just above the sparkling blue water that stretches out in front of you. The resort sits on a little bluff overlooking the ocean, romantically tucked into the side of rolling green hills and a lush forest behind you.
Just beyond the edge of the villa's back yard is a little outcropping of land that juts over the beach below. Every night since you had arrived, Max had insisted on making a point to sit on this little private bluff and watch the sun go down. No matter what you were doing or what you had planned that evening, watching the sunset tucked deeply in Max's arms, became a tradition you wanted to continue forever.
The cool grass tickles your bare feet as you cross the lush green lawn. For a moment, you don't even look towards where you know Max is standing because you're so distracted by the crash of the ocean waves and glimmer of the sunset on the water. When you do look over though, you stop in your tracks, pupils blowing wide at the scene before you.
There, right on your little plot of paradise, stands your boyfriend. He's surrounded by what looks like hundreds and hundreds of white hydrangeas arranged in a large circle. Clusters of candles dot the edge of the circle casting a soft glow over the entire scene.
Max stands in the middle of all of this, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He's wearing the navy linen shirt you bought him for his birthday last year, top few buttons undone at his throat. The breeze off the water tugs a bit at his hair, long from a busy season with little time to stop and get a haircut. The fact that you liked his hair longer also had a lot to do with him refusing to cut it lately, but he'd never admit that to anyone but you.
When Max sees you walk out of the villa for the firs time, he thinks he might just pass out right there. The dress Kika and Alexandra had helped him pick out was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen you wear, besides that navy and red lacy lingerie set you had worn for his birthday last year, of course. He had been planning this for months now, much to Daniel and Lando's surprise. His two friends were the only other people who knew what this entire trip was really about. They had expressed their surprise at the plans since you hadn't even celebrated your one year anniversary when he had set all of this in motion. Max had simply replied with 'when you know you know' and no one had questioned it again.
The red and gold ring box sits heavy in his pocket, his fingers tracing anxious patterns over it's smooth surface. He wasn't nervous about what he was going to do. No, what he was about to do was the most confident and self assured decisions he had ever made. What he was nervous about was you saying no. He wasn't sure if his heart would be able to take a rejection.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you approach Max. Unsure but confident about what's about to happen all at the same time. The conflicting emotions whirl around in your stomach in a hurricane of anxiety and shock.
"Hi baby." Max murmurs as soon as you step into the circle with him. His arms reach for you and to his great relief, you melt into him eagerly.
"Hi." Your voice nothing but breathy whisper. A smile that could power most of Europe shimmers across your face. "What's all this?"
"I know I said we were going to eat dinner out here, but I wanted to talk to you first." Max buries his head in your hair, inhaling the sweet and spicy scent of your shampoo, still lingering in your hair after your shower.
He takes a few moments and you are simply content to enjoy the feeling that settles over you. Outside of this little bluff, nothing else exists and you could stay here for the rest of your life and be completely content.
When Max pulls himself together, he pulls back a little so he can see you without craning his neck. "The moment you smiled at me the first time, my entire world shifted beneath my feet." His voice is rough, Dutch accent becoming more prominent the more emotional he gets. "The first time I kissed you in my drivers room in Miami, I knew I was done. I have never met a kinder, more ambitious, or more confident woman than you. Just being able to exist in your orbit has been the blessing I never knew I needed. I know it hasn't been long but I can't figure out how I ever managed to exist before you and I never want to find out what it feels like to exist after you."
Max pauses then, drawing in a shaky breath. Blood rushes past your ears as your knees threaten to buckle. You had hoped this day would come for you and Max but you had never expected it to be so quickly. Like Max, you had known pretty fast that he was it for you. You had tried to fight the growing feeling that your relationship could work its way into marriage but as you continued to settle further into life with him, you fought the feeling less and less.
He sinks to his knee then and looks up at you, those ice blue eyes that you dream about shining up at you. "I want to see you walk down the aisle towards me in a white dress. I want to see your belly grow when you carry our babies. I want to hear my children call you their mama and I want your babies to call me daddy. I want all of this and an entire lifetime of love with you and only you. Will you give me that, baby? Will you marry me?"
For a moment you're completely unable to breathe. The words Max said to you etched themselves onto your bones, words you'd never forget until your dying day. They were words that were to be written down. Words that your grandchildren would cry over one day when they stumbled upon your old journals in the attic.
Those kinds of things, those words, deserved to live in the universe alone for a bit, they're so powerful. You gave them space and respect, allowing what Max had said to you wash over your body.
"Oh my God. Of course. Yes. Please." You babble, really unable to make your mouth move in the way you want it. All you know is that you had never been so certain about anything in your entire existence.
Max slips the massive rock onto your finger before standing up to his full height. The diamond that winks up at you in dim candlelight is something that could be compared to the iceberg that sunk the titanic. Once the ring is secured on your hand, tonight's second perfect fit, Max catches your chin in his fingers to tip your head up towards him. When he kisses you, lips meeting yours so achingly tender, the entire world goes quiet. Everyone who could have possibly existed simply vanishes.
You stay like that for several moments, caught up in your boyfri- no, not boyfriend, fiance's arms and simply kiss him with every ounce of love you can wring out of your soul. His tongue licks into your mouth, eliciting a kitten like mewl of pleasure from the back of your throat. It's a sweet and tender kiss, soft and celebratory after what's just occurred.
"I love you." You say against his lips when you need a moment to breathe.
"I love you too. More than life, lifeje." Max's hand comes up to frame the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.
All you can do is stare up at him, pupils blown wide open. "How long have you been planning this? I can't believe you did all this...for me? Just for me?" For someone who has often gone unseen in their own family, being doted on like Max does is sometimes confusing.
"Months. I've had help. Danny and Lando helped decide where and how to do this." You can't help but chuckle at the thought of Daniel and Lando, two of Max's most unserious and unmarried friends, helping him plan a proposal.
"Alexandra and Kika too. They helped with the dress."
Your eyes widen in surprise. "Those two bitches knew and didn't tell me!"
Max tilts his head back and laughs heartily. The sound sends a zing down your spine. "No, although I suspect they might have figured it out. I just told them I was taking you on a surprise date and needed help with an outfit."
"And of course I did all of this for you." Max continues, face turning serious. "I did this all for you because I wanted you to know how important you are to me. How much I need you in my life. You're my everything, baby."
Emotion clogs your throat as you fight to keep the tears from falling. "I can't wait to be your wife, Maxie."
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1,293,938 likes liked by kikagomes, yourdad, danielricciardo, and others. yourpersonalinsta girlfriend < fiancĂ© đ kikagomes ahhhhhhh congratulations pretty girl!!! you are going to make the most beautiful bride. WAIT OMG, is this why Max had Alex and I help buy that dress????? >>>yourpersonalinsta yes đ€ love you kiks >>>user928 i'm sorry but am i reading this right? max had alex and kika help buy the dress that he had her wear to her own engagement. idk if i'll ever recover from this. user02938 MOM AND DAD ARE GETTING MARRIED landonorris glad he finally did it so i can stop hearing about how excited he is. >>>yourpersonalinsta love you too, lando >>>landonorris â€ïž maxverstappen1 can't wait to start calling you mrs. verstappen >>>user0283 i cannot be normal about this >>>user0029 i have no one to send this too redbullracing our favorite couple together forever!!! congrats you two (liked by author and maxverstappen1)
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Buckyâs babydoll | B.B
>> Your best friend gives you a present that makes clear who you belong to, to your best friend, Bucky. <<
Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader
Wordcount: 2.934 Words
Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, best friends to lovers, fluff, collar, smut [daddykink, oral (m!rec), deepthroating, spitting, ball worship, praises], aftercare, love confession
Authors Note: Dividers made by me.
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
His ocean blue eyes roam over your smaller frame, a smile tugging at his lips as he tilts his head back to look into your face. Bucky is currently sitting on his bed while you present one outfit after another to him â you were shopping, and now your best friend has to tell you if he likes the outfits or not. He nods, leaning back and resting on his forearms, smirking at you.
âYou know, you always look pretty. In a dress, in a hoodie, with bun or without,â Bucky says, his beautiful eyes light up when you twirl in front of him to show him the back of the dress you're wearing. You giggle and turn back to face your boyfriend; you take a step closer, towering above him, and grin down at Bucky.
âI have one more outfit for you to rate for me, oke?â You ask, making your best puppy eyes because you know that Bucky will do everything for you then â even though he would do it anyway, for you he would collect stars just to make you happy.
He nods, pushing himself up while he watches you leave the room to change into another outfit. The spark in his eyes he always has when he looks at you doesn't fade away when he gets lost in his thoughts; it only grows because the only thought that makes sense in his mind is about you. Bucky is in love with you forever already; when you moved in with him, it didn't take long for him to stop dating someone else and try to be as close as possible to you. You've been his best friend since the two of you were small kids, but his feelings only grew with the years.
The brown-haired man told his mom when he was around five that he was going to marry you one day, that he would be the one who makes you happy and the one who loves you the most â little did she know that he really meant it and that the feelings the kid had only turned into love over the years.
Bucky hates when you go out with your friends to parties, but he knows that it makes you happy, and luckily, you often ask him to join you. You don't date anyone either, which gives him hope that you could maybe be in love with him just as much as he is in love with you.
Little does Bucky know that you feel the same for him, that youâre craving his touch, his love, and that you would prefer sleeping in his bed every night with his strong arms wrapped around you instead of sleeping on your own. The blanket wrapped around was not even close to Bucky's warmth and his scent that you love so much. You even watch movies you hate and scare you because that's the easiest way to explain to Bucky why you need to sleep next to him and why he has to hold you close â to protect you from the dragons and other monsters from the movies.
âBucky, you ready?â You ask, walking through the door. The moment his eyes catch you, his jaw drops open, and he struggles to sit still. The blood rushes into his cock within seconds, and a low groan leaves his plump lips. âDo you like it?â
Your grin tells your best friend everything he has to know; he knows you're teasing him. But did you know that you would get such a reaction from him? âFuck, babydoll. Never seen someone as sweet and sexy as you before. But youâ you canât just wear that,â he growls, reaching his arms out for you.
You walk a step closer, letting Bucky place his big hands at your waist and pulling you into his lap, your legs dangling on both sides of his while he pulls you closer to his chest. Bucky's cock is pressing hard against his sweatpants; when he pulls you closer, your crotch rubs over his bulge, and he groans, causing a needy whine to slip past your lips.
âSuch a tease, walking around with my hoodie and just panties underneath. You know what you're doing to me, don't you? Making me so hard, babydoll,â he growls, leaning forward until his nose brushes along your neck, his lips moving over sensitive skin, and you start thrusting your hips against his hard cock.
âD-Daddy, please,â you whine. Bucky's eyes widen before he smiles even wider. You never called anyone that before, but around Bucky you feel safe and cared for, plus his size makes you feel so small always, but he never uses his size to scare or force you â only to curl you into him and hold you close while his big body is wrapped around you, making sure nothing can scare or hurt you.
âMhm, say that again, babydoll,â he grumbles. âYou know, I bought something for you... I wasnât sure if you would like it, but now Iâm pretty sure. When I give it to you, youâre mine.â
You whine, nodding your head. Right now, you would agree with everything he says as long as he helps you with the aching feeling between your thighs. âW-what is it?â
He chuckles, his big hands moving up and down your sides. âClose your eyes,â he says, waiting until you do it. Then he reaches over to his bedside table to pull something out of the drawer.
With a soft hum, you feel his hands around your neck, something cool as well, as a soft click almost makes you open your eyes, but you try to keep them closed to make your best friend proud of you.
âOkay, you can open your eyes now, doll,â he says, his lips so close to your ear that you shiver. You slowly blink. Bucky smirks at you, his eyes staring into yours. âYou look pretty, all of you. Now everyone knows youâre mine, babydoll.â
He takes his phone, smirking at you. You do the same, smiling at your best friend as he takes a photo and turns his phone to show you. Your eyes widen as you notice the collar around your neck; itâs pretty, your favorite color, and something is written on it. âBuckyâs babydoll,â it says, and you grin at him, leaning forward to place your forehead against Buckyâs.
âItâs perfect; thank you, daddy,â you say. Your eyes light up with excitement when you stroke the fabric with your small fingers, sighing softly. You grin at your best friend, pulling him onto the bed, and slide down in front of the bed, looking up at Bucky with widened eyes, looking all innocent while you crawl in between your best friend's legs.
âWhatcha doinâ there, babygirl?â He asks, looking down with a wide smirk across his plump lips. You bring your hands to his thick thighs, slowly inching closer to his clothed cock with a smile. His ocean blue eyes roaming over your face, down to your collarbone, and along your arms to your hands, which are dangerously close to his crotch. âBabydoll?â
You donât respond to him, just moving your hands as slowly as possible until your fingertips slip over the growing bulge in his pants. Bucky grasps your wrists with his big hands, pressing them down on his thigh while he looks at you with narrowed eyes.
âWhat are you doing? Tell me, what do you want to do?â Bucky knows exactly what youâre doing and what your intentions are, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants your permission, your assurance that you really know what you do instead of doing it because he gave you the collar and uses this moment to 'thank him'.
âP-please⊠w-want your cock, Bucky,â you whimper, tilting your head to the side and looking up at Bucky. Your head rests against his thigh as he smiles down at you, one hand removing from yours and slowly moving up your arm again to your cheek.
âYeah? You want daddyâs cock?â He asks, and you immediately nod. Then he nods, letting go of your other hand too, and unbuckles his belt. âThen you have to lean back, babydoll, or else I canât give you what youâre asking for.â
You do as youâre told, leaning back to let your best friend get up and take off his pants and boxer briefs. His leaking cock springs free, and you lick your lips, staring at the huge length and the prominent vein running along his shaft.
âLike what you see?â Bucky smirks at you, sitting back down, earning a nod from you as an answer to his question. Bucky grasps a pillow from his bed. He taps your thighs to get slightly up, giving him the opportunity to push the pillow between the floor and your knees. âDonât want my best girl to get sore knees while she sucks daddyâs cock, huh?â
You shake your head, eyes still focused on Buckyâs cock. He chuckles, sitting up straight, and runs his hands through your hair, tilting your head back.
âBe daddyâs good girl; get what you need so bad.â His soft voice makes you almost melt, but you manage to get out a soft 'yes, daddyâ. Your fingers trailing along his thick thighs once again until you reach his cock.
You wrap your fingers around his shaft, slowly moving your hand up and down. With your thumb, you collect some pre-cum and use it as a lubricant to make your movements easier. Bucky groans, watching you intensely with his blue orbs.
âGood girl! Doing so well for Daddy, yeah, such a good fucking girl,â he praises, his fingers curling around your strands, pulling at your hair softly. You moan, lowering your head above his cock, and kiss the tip of his dick.
Bucky throws his head back as your soft lips touch his sensitive tip. Your tongue is grazing over the slit, and you moan against him, sending vibrations through him. His fingers tightening in your hair, tugging softly on them.
âThatâs it, good girl!â Bucky mumbles, watching you as you take him into your mouth. Your warm, wet mouth is taking his sensitive length slowly deeper, causing your best friend to turn into a groaning and panting mess. âYou look pretty like that, with my cock in your mouth. Taking me so well, babydoll.â
You take more and more of his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat when youâre a bit more than halfway into your mouth. A soft gag comes from you, and Bucky pulls you immediately away, tilting your head back to look into your face.
Tears well up in your eyes, your chin coated in your saliva, and his pre-cum and Bucky canât help but groan at the way you look. Your eyes widen, and your lips form into a soft pout as you try to pull forward to get his cock back into your mouth, but Bucky's grip is firm to hold you in place.
âDaddy, please,â you whine. He shakes his head, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, and you unconsciously part your lips. Bucky smirks, collecting some saliva in his mouth before he spits it into yours, grinning as you immediately swallow down and part them again for him to spit into your mouth once again. He spits into your mouth again, chuckling as you sigh happily. âThank you, daddy.â
âAlways, now donât push too far; I donât want you to feel uncomfortable, oke?â Bucky slides his thumb once again over your lips, waiting for you to answer, but he only gets a pout from you. He canât help but to lean forward, capturing your lips with his, moving his lips softly against yours to get the pout off your lips.
As the two of you pull away, youâre panting softly, then nodding. âC-can I try to take your cool deep down my throat? P-please?â Your puppy eyes make it hard for him to say no, so he nods but holds you still firmly in place.
âBut you tap my thigh if itâs too much. If you want to stop and you donât try to do more as you feel comfortable to make me proud, oke? Iâm proud of you; you donât have to take my cock completely for that, babydoll,â he tells you the conditions.
âYes, daddy!â With that, he loosens his grip and lets you lean forward to his cock once again. You take him almost halfway down your throat; just before you would gag around him, you stop and take a moment to breathe. You look up at your best friend with a pleading look, asking him to help you.
Bucky inhales deeply; your mouth feels perfect around him, and he wonders how your pussy would feel around him and how much you would squeeze him there. He smiles softly at you, his fingers gripping your hair tightly once more. âRemember, tap my thigh if itâs too much. And breathe through your nose; it helps. You can also take my balls in one of your hands, softly, but to steady yourself a bit.â
You nod as much as possible with his dick in your mouth, smirking a bit before tapping his thigh to show him that you understand. He then inhales deeply once again and pushes you down his throat, groaning loudly as he feels the tightness around his huge shaft.
You gag once again, trying to breathe your nose while you dig your fingers into his thighs to steady yourself. You would love to feel his balls; they look so big and heavy, but you donât want to squeeze him too much.
Bucky holds your head in place, giving you a moment to get used to his size in your throat before pushing you further down and then letting go, so you can move your head on your own. His pants and groans are music to your ears, chasing shivers to run down your spine, and the aching between your thighs gets worse, but his dick is just too good to not suck him off.
You move your head slowly, twirling your tongue around the tip as you let his cock slide almost completely out of your mouth before you take him down your throat and move your tongue around the underside of his shaft. You bring your hand to his balls, kneading and rolling them in your palm. Bucky throws his head back, his plump lips parting and breathy moans leaving his lips.
âYouâre feeling so good; your throat feels so fucking good, babydoll. Doingâ so well for me, so fucking well,â he mumbles, thrusting his hips up and your nose pressing against his pelvis. You smirk around his length, inhaling deeply and swallowing thickly shortly after, causing Buckyâs eyes to widen and his hips to buck once again. âSo tight, feels so fucking good.â
You swallow once again, feeling his cock twitch in your throat, and without warning he is coming down your throat, letting you swallow all of his cum. Bucky pants, sweat running down his forehead as he pushes you away, tilting your head up.
ââm so sorry. You were feeling so fucking good, couldnât help myself, had to come down your throat, sorry,â he says, his fingers trialing along your cheek and jaw to your lips. You grin at him, licking your lips; you donât mind that he came into your mouth, not at all. His cum is salty and musky on your lips, and you can get enough of it.
He leans forward, kissing you. You immediately kiss him back, fingers digging into his thighs. He tastes himself on your tongue, growling. âNow, get up on the bed, and let Daddy make you feel good. You were so good for me, babydoll. Making me feel so good.â
âB-Bucky, I-I canât,â you mumble, leaning your head against his thigh once more and sliding your fingers up and down his soft skin. His cock twitches the closer your fingers move toward it, and you smile softly. Bucky narrows his eyes, looking with confusion written all over his face. âI- youâre my best friend, and I do love you; Iâm in love with you, but if you see or touch me down there, itâs- if you donât love me back, you know?â
âBut I love you, babydoll, more than everything,â Bucky says, looking straight into your eyes. âDo you think I gave you the collar because I just want to be your best friend? No, because I love you, I want you to be mine, if you want to be mine.â
You nod, smiling. âI-I want to be yours, but only if youâre mine then too!â
âOf course, I am yours as much as youâre mine, doll,â he says, chuckling before leaning down and kissing you. âNow, get on the bed, and let me make you feel good; then I will mark you, all of you. And after we can do whatever you want, cuddles, cooking, showering, whatever you want else, another round, more than one round, you just have to ask. âCause youâre Daddyâs good girl, and you only have to ask, and I will collect stars for you. Because I love you!â
âI love you too, Buck!" You giggle as you get on the bed, making it comfortable, and Bucky gets out of his shirt before placing himself between your legs to finally get his snack before he is going to make you his and mark you in his bites, kisses, and cum.
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gladiator - charles leclerc
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pairing: charlec leclerc x fem! reader
warnings: established relationship, cursing, pet names, slight! public sex, p in v English is my second language!
type: smut!
word count: 1k
belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER
summary: did you have to wear that dress in public?
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The London evening was bustling with energy as the premiere of Gladiator 2 rolled out its gold carpet. Stars and fans gathered in crowds, cameras flashed in the dazzling lights of the city. Charles Leclerc stood at the center of it all, looking effortless in an elegant black suit and clean white shirt that fit his figure perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and his trademark charm was on full display as he posed for photos, but his attention was constantly drifting to one person: his girlfriend, [Y/N].
You were radiant in an almost transparent floor-length gown that clung to her curves in all the right places. The larger material was on her breasts and hips, while the rest remained a bright shiny mesh. Charles couldn't take his eyes - let alone his hands - off you.
"You're going to be the death of me tonight." - he whispered in her ear as they stopped for a moment away from the cameras. His hand rested lightly on her back, and his fingers traced the exposed skin on her back with a light touch that sent chills down her spine.
She smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. "Behave yourself, Charles. We're in a public place," he said.
"I can't," he muttered, his voice low and full of desire. "Not when you look like that.
The tension between the two of you was enormous, and it only grew as the evening progressed. When it was after the movie premiere and Charles had given all the interviews, he grabbed your hand tightly and winked: "I need you. Nowâ
"Here?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.
He did not answer with words. Instead, he led you discreetly down a quiet corridor, away from the crowd. He found a vacant bathroom and pushed open the door, pulling you inside. He closed the door carefully behind you and his hands were immediately on your hips. And your lips joined in a heated kiss.
"You're unbelievable," you breathed between kisses, your hands entwined in his hair as he pressed your back against the cool tile wall.
"I can't help it," he murmured, and his voice was quiet as his hands roamed your curves, sliding down to grip your thigh and lift your leg around his waist. "All I could think about all night was you.â
You moaned quietly as he kissed your neck, his teeth brushing against your skin just enough to make it tremble. His hand moved down your leg, pushing aside its thin material.
Charles smiled under his breath when he felt your wet thong, and smiled even more when he matured that they were the ones he had given you himself.
"Mon dieu," he groaned as his fingers glided over the wet material. "You are death to me."
Charles growled softly, his lips capturing hers in another fiery kiss as his fingers slipped inside her, curling just right. Her moan filled the small space, and he couldnât help but smirk against her lips.
âYouâre so ready for me,â he murmured, his free hand sliding up to cup her jaw as he kissed her deeply.
[Y/N] couldnât form a coherent response, her body arching into his touch as he worked her with expert precision. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the sound of her pleasure was like music to his ears.
âCharles,â you gasped, your voice breaking as he added a second finger, his thumb brushing over your sensitive clit. âPlease.â
âNot yet, baby,â he teased, looking straight into your eyes.
Charles' fingers worked inside you with precision, coiling inside you and hitting just the right spot, while his thumb circled your clitoris in perfect rhythm. The combination of his touch and the way he watched you - his green eyes darkened with desire - made your orgasm come faster than you could have expected.
Your hips bucked impatiently against his hand as waves of pleasure hit you. Charles didn't stop moving his fingers inside you, and his lips placed gentle kisses on your jaw and neck as you came down from your orgasm.
âThat was amazingâ you murmured, kissing his lips in steamy kiss. ïżŒïżŒ
âThatâs not the endâ he responded. âTurn around for me pretty thingâ
Obediently you turned toward the wall, moving more towards the mirror. You saw exactly how Charles stepped back just enough to undo his belt and pants, his movements quick and desperate. The sight of his ready and hard dick at your sight again amplified the wave of heat between your legs.
His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed against you, his erection teasing your entrance.
"Charles," you moaned, glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror.
The man kissed your shoulder, slowly guiding his member to your entrance. He gently lifted your leg, holding it with one hand. You didn't take your eyes off him in the mirror, and as soon as he pushed into you slowly, filling you inch by inch, his gaze also caught yours in the mirror.
The stretch was perfect, and the way he fit inside you, maybe too much, but exactly what you needed. When he was fully seated, he paused for a moment, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath and be reasonably quiet. After all, you had risked a lot by making love in a public restroom at a movie premiere.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." - he muttered, and you could hear the admiration in his voice.
You pressed against him, and your body was already even aching for him to move. "Charles, please."
That was enough for him to do everything she wanted. His hips began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly gaining intensity. The sound of skin touching skin filled the small bathroom, accompanied by your shared moans and heavy breaths.
One of his hands slid down to your front, and his fingers found your clitoris again and easily. You felt that you were moments away from the longed-for fulfillment that was to come a second time that evening.
"You're so perfect," he moaned, his voice strained as he pushed harder, deeper. "So fucking perfect.â
You looked in the mirror, perfectly seeing Charles enter and exit you. It was the best view and feeling you had ever experienced in your life. You were so perfectly matched that it was downright exaggerated.
"Come to me," he mumbled, brushing his lips against your ear. "Let me feel you."
His words accelerated your orgasm. You slid lightly across the mirror, one hand clinging to Charles. Your walls clamped down on him, accelerating his orgasm. Charles joined you, moaning your name as you felt his cum inside you fill you.
For a long moment you stood like that, trying to calm down. Charles continued inside you, but slowly came out and let you clean yourself up, and carefully fastened his pants himself, bringing them back into order. He also helped do this to you with your dress, placing gentle kisses on your body.
âYouâre going to kill me one day,â he teased, his voice warm and affectionate.
You laughed breathlessly, turning to face him with a teasing smile. âYou started it, Charlieâ
âWell, you should have not worn that dress,â he murmured, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss to your lips.
And even though you could hear knocking on the door all around you, and all that media hype a little further away, for you the world did not exist.
A/N: i swear!! charles and carlos looked so good at that premiere
please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)
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ill try to answer them all:
genevieve, and I like it!
Yep! I can't draw but I do acting and singing
Yes unfortunately
be on stage as a job
Will Campos waved at me once
not right now, my legs are too fucked
being overlooked: seen but ignored for someone else who is just as good/worse than me
Barret Wilbert weed
I can sing, do card tricks, and I can walk incredibly quietly (ninja style)
absolutely fucking not, just TRY waking me up before 10am at the weekend
Only for bf/gfs but I am down for a nickname
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA YES
I don't watch shows so I'll list one show and movies: good omens, red white and royal blue, the princes bride
not really lol
Me and my friends from all across my friend groups sitting in an oak tree eighty feet high, smoking weed and passing round a bottle of wine that never emptied. We watched the snow fall and the sun rise and it was literally perfect.
nope
nope again
nope x3
unfortunately I am a social butterfly but I wish I could just be on my own sometimes fr
yep! Never used to be but I guess I'm popular now
bite my nails
I always forget I have mascara on so I rub my eyes and I look stupid- I feel open to attack.
Jon if it's a boy, Elisa if it's a girl, and backup name of Ollie/Yasmin/Jasmine
dont have one but DAMN Andrew Garfield fine
music
Dogs but I do love cats
Literally tumbles my only social. I guess ao3?
@valkzzheart
brother, sister, mum, dad. Pretty standard shit
chocolate đ€€
Yep!
YES I LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS
yep, quite well
I have a. DETAILED PLAN. if y'all want me to tell it exactly lmk and I'll divulge my master plan.
yes, a few
Yep!
Pink/blue!
England!!! TOP BINS MATE OAYYYY
Any musical theatre artist!! Or Conan Gray
yes!! It's a big dream of mine but I don't wanna be super famous
Yes I love dresses but I wish it was warmer where I live so I can wear them more
popular from wicked / astronomy by Conan Gray
talking about it in person yes (especially with parents) online no, actually doing it would be a no
like 12?
Yes I do it all the time, Im in a shooting club
Nope!!
i love horror!!
According to my friends yes and I think I'm good too
one time I got really mad at my parents because I was sent away from the dinner table in my old home so I went upstairs and flushed a whole toilet roll down the bog
pretty exhausted
Yes I was actually
i never used to be able to dance but I can now
Biting my nails again
Yes!! I bleached it just so I could dye it
Blue
ferret
Onstage once yeah but it wasn't my fault (mic cut out, I got made fun of)
Yes!
lots!
My main friend group is GAE đłïžâđ
drama
None
sometimes? It varies
pet sematary (1989) FANTASTIC
Not on TV but in podcasting: Normally 'Ly Oak-Swallows-Garcia-Li-Wilson-Marlowe-Swift-The-Unworthy is just like me fr
need to be at the top and extreme competitiveness I force myself not to think about, plus my extreme feelings about fairness
hiking the mountains and going around the world to beautiful places
If I would never die I would start committing crimes
singing aloud onstage and around the house to practice
who I became friends with would change ASAP and my class too
yes absolutely
Late October
My room with all my DND stuff
Did my singing competition auditions!!
an astrophysicist
A stable career and a consistent home life
I usually speak up, I don't think I have a moment like this
I have to get better at everything.
I feel like that already with how many extracurriculars I'm doing bruh đ
seeing the sights bro
Houses for me and my friends/family, stable education funds for me, my friends, my kids, my family and all our kids. Keep people safe from bankruptcy
The past, instantly. Live in the 80s and 70s forever
a love of acting and helping others
same one from earlier- hanging with the boys committing crimes!!
The woods would be nice but if get bored. The city
Nope. There's no afterlife. It just ends.
my year 6 teacher was the GOAT
playing Lego with my friend from nursery, Aoife.
Einstein so I can get his last words
I don't really know yet. I've laughed so hard I've cried but it's not the same
that some people are gonna think others are better than you and you just have to deal with that. Favoritism is everywhere and fairness is irrelevant.
Nothing.
kill some people probably /hj
run away/defy authority unfortunately
yes, because no matter what people say, looks matter especially early in life. If youre pretty at school you aren't bullied and people like you. I want to give my kid the best chance. (not saying this is a good thing, I hate this but it's the truth)
idk just kinda happened one day
impending doom and my immense hopelessness and just. General sense of emptiness and failure.
exist.
hey that wasnt 100 you skipped 2!!
100 Questions!
Thought these might be fun? Ask me some and Iâll try(I canât promise) to get something up for you later! these questions arenât my own
1. Whatâs your middle name, and do you like it? 2. are you artistic? 3. Have you had your first kiss? 4. What is your life goal? 5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person? 6. Do you play any sports? 7. Whatâs your worst fear? 8. Whoâs your biggest inspiration? 9. Do you have any cool talents? 10. are you a morning person? 11. How do you feel about pet names? 12. Do you like to read? 13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life. 14. Do you care about your follower count? 15. Whatâs the best dream youâve had? 16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender? 17. Do you have any pets? 18. Are you religious? 19. Are you a people person? 20. Are you considered popular? 21. What is one of your bad habits? 22. Whatâs something that makes you feel vulnerable 23. What would you name your children? 24. Whoâs your celebrity crush? 25. Whatâs your best subject? 26. Dogs or cats? 27. most used social media besides tumblr? 28. best friends name 29. who does your main family consist of 30. Chocolate or sugar 31. have you ever been on a date? 32. Do you like rollercosters? 33. Can you swim? 34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse? 35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder 36. Are your parents together? 37. Whatâs your favourite colour? 38. What country are you from/do you live in? 39. Favourite singer? 40. Do you see yourself being famous some day? 41. Do you like dresses? 42. Favourite song right now? 43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 44. How old were you when you first got your period? 45. Have you ever shot a gun? 46. Have you ever done yoga? 47. Are you a horror girl? 48. Are you good at giving advice? 49. Tell us a story about your childhood. 50. How are you doing today? 51. Were you a cute kid? 52. Can you dance? 53. Is there anything you do that you canât remember ever not doing? 54. Have you ever dyed your hair? 55. What colour are your eyes? 56. Whatâs your favourite animal? 57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself? 58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 59. Do you have good friends? 60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group? 61. Whatâs your favourite class? 62. List all the tv shows you are watching. 63. Are you organized? 64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion? 67. Which tv character do you relate to most? 68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness? 69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing? 70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die? 71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you? 72. If you could start over, what would you do differently? 73. Would you break the law to save a loved one? 74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new? 75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind? 76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today? 77. What did you want to be when you were a kid? 78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking? 79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have? 80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence 81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like? 82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity? 83. How would you spend a billion dollars? 84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future? 85. What motivates you to succeed? 86. What dream that youâve had has resonated with you the most? 87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why? 88. Do you believe in life after death 89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they? 90. Whatâs your fondest childhood memory? 91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why? 92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy? 93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life? 94. What do you think happens after we die? 95. What would you do if you would be invisible? 96. Whatâs something you canât do no matter how hard you try? 97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring? 98. How did your first crush develop? 99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it? 100. Do you live or do you just exist?
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Future Plans || jude bellingham
Word count : 1k
Genre: fluff
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The couch was soft, the room dimly lit. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a testament to the candle Jude had lit earlier. Youâd spent the better part of the evening watching an old movie, but now, the TV was off, and the room was silent save for the occasional hum of traffic outside.
Jude was sprawled out comfortably, his legs stretched across the couch. You were draped over him, your head tucked under his chin, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around you, one hand lazily tracing circles on your back while the other rested on your hip. He always had this way of holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
"You know," Jude began, a teasing edge in his voice, "I was thinking we should have ten kids."
You burst out laughing, the sound filling the quiet room. âTen? Are you out of your mind?â
He grinned, clearly amused by your reaction. âWhy not? Think about itâa whole football team! We could have family tournaments. And maybe an extra kid for the bench, just in case.â
You pushed yourself up slightly, giving him a mock-serious look. âJude, do you have any idea how much chaos ten kids would be? The noise? The mess? The grocery bill?â
He chuckled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. âOkay, fine. Maybe not ten,â he said, but there was something in his tone that made you squint suspiciously at him.
âWait,â you said slowly, âyouâre not entirely joking, are you?â
Judeâs grin softened into something more thoughtful, and he shrugged, looking almost bashful. âNot really,â he admitted. âI mean, maybe not ten, but⊠I do love the idea of a big family. Coming home to a house full of laughter and love. Watching them grow up together, always having each other to lean on.â
You smiled at the thought, imagining a little one with Judeâs warm eyes and infectious smile. âTheyâd be lucky to have you as a dad,â you said softly.
He tilted your chin up with gentle fingers, his eyes locking onto yours. âAnd theyâd be lucky to have you as a mom,â he said, his voice filled with so much conviction that it made your throat tighten.
He smiled at you, a little shy, and then tilted his head. âOkay, so maybe ten is a bit much. What about you? How many kids do you want?â
You leaned back against his chest, pretending to think. âHmm⊠Two feels like a good number. But four could be fun, too. A nice mix of boys and girls, maybe.â
âTwo or four?â Jude repeated, his hand resuming its gentle pattern on your back. âOkay, I could get on board with that. Two feels manageable, but four does sound kind of perfect, doesnât it? A little pack of chaos, just enough to keep things exciting.â
You smiled at the thought, imagining a lively home filled with tiny feet running through the halls. âYeah,â you said. âTwo or four feels right. But letâs not lock anything in yet. Weâve got plenty of time to figure it out.â
Jude nodded, his expression softening as he gazed at you. âWeâll figure it all out together,â he said.
You fell into another comfortable silence, the kind that only happens when youâre with someone who feels like home. You could feel Judeâs chest rising and falling beneath you, the steady rhythm soothing in a way you couldnât quite describe.
âSo,â Jude said after a moment, his voice teasing again, âwhat do you think about matching family pajamas for the holidays? Too much?â
âWay too much,â you said, laughing. But even as you teased him, you couldnât help but picture itâa future filled with warmth and love and the kind of moments you cherish forever.
âYou know,â Jude said eventually, a playful lilt returning to his voice, âwe could always practice.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the laugh that escaped you. âYouâre incorrigible.â
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âAnd yet, youâre still here.â
âYeah,â you said, your voice softening. âI am.â
Judeâs expression turned tender again, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. âAnd Iâll spend the rest of my life making sure you always want to be.â
You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in, and snuggled closer to him. In that moment, there was nowhere else youâd rather be. Our future might still be unwritten, but with Jude by your side, you knew it was going to be beautiful.
âDo you think weâll ever get tired of this?â you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.
Jude chuckled, a soft, musical sound that made your heart flutter. âTired of what? You using me as your personal pillow?â
You pinched his side lightly, and he let out a playful yelp. âI meant us, silly. Being like this. Together.â
His hand paused on your back for a moment, and then he tightened his hold on you, pulling you impossibly closer. âNever,â he said firmly. âI could spend forever like this and still not have enough of you.â
You tilted your head up to look at him, and your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at youâlike you were his entire worldâwas enough to make your heart feel like it was going to burst. His eyes were soft and warm, his lips curved into a small, boyish smile.
âForever, huh?â you teased, though your voice was soft, your own smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
He nodded, his expression turning serious. âYeah, forever. And after that, if I can.â
âWhat about marriage?â you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
âI think about it all the time,â he admitted. âWaking up next to you every day, calling you my wife, knowing that youâre mine and Iâm yours forever. Itâs... itâs everything Iâve ever wanted.â
You felt your cheeks heat up, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your smile. âYouâre such a sap,â you teased, though your voice was thick with emotion.
He laughed again, the sound vibrating through you. âYou love it,â he said confidently, and he wasnât wrong.
You fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. You could feel his fingers start tracing patterns again, this time on your arm, and it made you shiver in the best way.
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movie moment || alexia putellas x reader ||
You and Alexia try to have a special day out.
Everything was nearly perfect. Both you and Alexia managed to carve out some time in your schedules for a little day out together. You had been feeling a little neglected, but Alexia was quick to suggest treating you to a date. She had expected you to just want to go shopping before dinner, but you had surprised her by asking for a picnic date.
Alexia had taken painstaking measures to keep as much of the day a surprise to you as she could. You were woken up a bit earlier than usual for breakfast, which Alexia brought to you in bed after her run. The early wake up call was quickly made up for with lots of little kisses as Alexia helped you get ready for the day.
The morning was clear and sunny, not a cloud in sight as the two of you walked from shop to shop. It wasn't until you and Alexia were driving to the park that you saw the first cloud of the day. It wasn't a dark or gloomy one, so you had no reason to think that it'd start raining at any point during the day. Especially not the moment you and Alexia found yourselves relaxing on the picnic blanet.
"You look so pretty in that dress," Alexia mumbled as she pulled you in for a kiss. You were a little extra giggly due to the two glasses of wine that Alexia had brought along. The two of you had cycled through hundreds of bottles of wine before you finally found one that you liked. And now, Alexia made sure that it was always stocked up in the house.
"It's almost like you picked it out for today," you teased. Alexia pretended not to know what you were talking about as she stole a bite of food from your plate. You didn't know why Alexia had even bothered bringing two plates since she always seemed to prefer whatever you had. Despite being absolutely horrible about sharing most of the time, Alexia seemed to love it whenever it came to you.
"You could have worn a trash bag out, and I'd still be looking at you like this." Alexia had a point, and you knew it. Alexia had let you walk out of the house in some very questionable outfits before because in her eyes, you always looked absolutely beautiful. Luckily, you had gotten into the habit of sending your outfit of the day choices to some of your more honest teammates before you left the house for any reason. "You're just that beautiful."
"Someone is sappy today. Are you trying to butter me up for something?" you asked. Alexia seemed to clam up a bit at that, but you didn't get a chance to question her about it. Both you and Alexia jumped up at the feeling of rain pouring down onto your bodies. Alexia shoved as much as she could into the picnic basket while you balled up the blanket. The two of you raced to Alexia's car, laughing as you stumbled a little bit.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Alexia grumbled. You were still laughing, but Alexia seemed a bit upset about the date being "ruined" by the rain. You placed the blanket in the trunk of her car, glancing at her over the top of her car as she waited by your door. You were lingering a bit, which very obviously confused Alexia quite a bit. You hated getting your hair and makeup ruined, so she assumed that you would have been rushing around to get inside. "I'm sorry that it started raining."
"Nothing was ruined, I had a great day today. You really went all out for today, and I appreciate it," you told her. Alexia forced herself to look up and away from you in a feeble attempt to hide the blush on her cheeks. You tilted her chin down and leaned forward to close the distance between your faces.
Kissing Alexia was, and would always be, one of your favorite things in the world. She was so gentle with you, but she didn't let any of that mask her passion for you. All of the things that Alexia had a hard time articulating to you came out in her kisses. You could feel her start to take your breath away, a welcomed suffocation of emotion with each kiss that you got to share like this. This wasn't a quick peck, far from anything that the two of you had shared in public before.
"Come on, let's get back," Alexia mumbled as she broke the kiss. You sat down in Alexia's car, knowing that she'd be going crazy later cleaning the seats. Alexia didn't seem bothered as she drove the two of you home. "Go get changed, and I'll bring your things inside."
"Meet me on the couch?" you asked her. Alexia nodded, leaning over to give you a quick kiss before she sent you inside. You changed out of your dress into a pair of spandex shorts and one of Alexia's old Barcelona sweatshirts. You could hear Alexia changing as you wiped your makeup off and put your hair up.
Alexia beat you to the couch, remote control already in her hand. You curled up with a blanket beside her, unsurprised when Alexia pulled you fully onto her lap instead. She laid back on the couch with you on top of her, silently waiting for you to give her the go-ahead to turn on an old game. You knew that it was part of Alexia's daily routine to watch an old game of hers or an upcoming opponent's, and you had no intention of stopping her today.
"What game were you thinking today?" you asked her. Alexia didn't answer you, instead putting on the first game where your national team had played against Spain with you on it. It was the first meeting of you and Alexia in any capacity, and you never could have imagined that you would end up here years later. "Are you okay?"
"I am absolutely perfect. I don't think that I've ever been happier than I am with you. When it clears up, I'll get you a proper picnic date, I promise. Until then, this feels like perfect weather to stay inside and cuddle up together," Alexia said. You could tell that she wanted to say more, but you didn't press. And when you caught Alexia fiddling with a ring that definitely wasn't meant for herself later, you'd keep your mouth shut until the time was right.
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Ok. Dumb question incoming, but I'd much have a 'conversation' than try to read fanlore or watch video essays or something because I want to hear individual people's contributions.
Why Star Trek?
Don't get me wrong - I like the franchise! I'm not super duper familiar with it, but I do enjoy the bits and pieces that I do know. But I am wondering why that in particular is hailed as the grandmother of all fandoms? Obviously people were fannish before Trek, but I don't think anyone can deny the impact that OG Trekkies had on fic, zines, and eventually on the internet.
I know that it's always been popular and well-liked, but it's not as if there was NO SUCH THING as popular culture/fan culture before that (I mean, come on, the term "parasocial" predates the first Star Trek episode by 10 years!) . Was it just a perfect mix of timing + popularity + etc? Is there something in particular about ST that "hit different" than other series at the time? Or is the fandom really really just that mighty and it's almost "luck" in a way? I guess I'm wondering what particular dominoes cascaded in a line in order for Star Trek to have the impact on fandom that it does today.
or am I wrong? were there just-as-big fandoms before and I simply overhype Trekkie power in my head / happen to see more talk of that than I do of other fandoms? It could definitely be a social circle bias thing.
Ugh. Asking OTNF why Star Trek is so important to fandom history feels very much like asking a Russian History major why War & Peace is so important to literature - hence why I warned you that it'd be a dumb question! But I am just so damn curious what sort of crack was in early ST fandom that made it SO widespread and SO strong.
Like, I guess the TLDR is: what was particularly 'different' about Star Trek, either as a fandom or as a franchise or both, that made it Theeeeee OG fandom, rather than something, like, i dunno, LOTR or the earliest versions of Marvel/DC comics or General Hospital or something else like that?
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I await the hordes of angry Man from U.N.C.L.E. fans eager to prove that they were first.
And, no, it wasn't that popular. Hence the aggressive Save Our Show campaign and explosion of fan culture when it ended after three seasons.
Part of the answer to your question is that there were like three things on TV at the time. What big fandoms? 'Parasocial' was about non-subculture people feeling warmly towards news anchors or hosts of variety shows or something, wasn't it?
LOTR got rediscovered in the 60s or 70s from what I hear, but science fiction and fantasy books were for fringe weirdoes. SFF was not mainstream for the most part. There are a bunch of History of Book SF Fandom things on Youtube, and you should consult them on the complex role of LOTR in that space. LOTR wasn't a mainstream thing until there were live action movies a billion years later.
The key about Star Trek is that it was a hit with the pre-existing book SF crowd. They were an organized subculture. Some of their favorite writers wrote episodes. Other shit on TV was for people who did not form subcultures in that way. Other shit for SF fans had an audience 1/10,00th the size.
MFU was insanely popular. Illya Kuryakin was the heartthrob of a certain era of girl and inspired many a Russian major. (Seriously, there are soooo many Russia-boos of a certain age who probably still have a poster of him somewhere.) The actor set a record for fanmail. The show may have more influence on fandom history than we think now, but it also didn't rerun the way Trek did, at least in some eras, and it didn't have sequel series in a franchise. I'm always finding 2015 movie fans shocked that there's a still extant and semi-active fandomâor even shocked that the movie is based on something.
Starsky & Hutch was also hugely important and is the moment slash fandom and "Media Fandom" really split from book SF fandom. As Trek fans moved on to buddy cops, they were into a completely mainstream show but in a non-mainstream way. Trek was an awkward bedfellow at SF cons, but S&H just didn't fit at all.
Of course, while Trek is the grandma of AO3 type fandom, don't forget that a shitton of modern fans who are doing "research" just look at the same few sources. Enterprising Women is great and all, but even other fans of the same stuff are like "Oh, that was just X's friends. Where's [thing] and [thing] and [thing]?" Ditto Textual Poachers and the other scant early sources that people think have academic weight.
While Trek would still be central, the picture of what was going on in the late 60s-early 80s would look a bit different if you just found a bunch of 70-something nerds and asked them than if you regurgitate other people's research, you know?
If you want an idea of what else was going on in SF fandom back in the day, check out Galactic Journey, where they roleplay that it's 55 years ago and review SF things "as they come out".
If you want to understand MFU, here's a vid of Illya:
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What say you, readers?
What have acafandom and fandom history and meta left out?
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My now teenager had a much, much better point on this years ago when she was in early grades but already quite the cinephile, but frustrated by what seemed like the constant insertion of both sex scenes (which she'd ask us to skip if she was otherwise interested in the movie) and just general romance subplots into stories she didn't think needed them.
We explained that both sex and romance, at least for a lot of people, were integral parts of life and therefore it made sense that they would show up in lots of different kinds of stories.
Her rebuttal? "Pooping is a part of life, too, but that doesn't mean I want to see that in my movies, either."
Dear reader, I hardly have to tell you that in that precise moment, we had nothing with which to counter this. I mean nothing.
"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody
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Arcane characters spending Valentineâs Day with their s/o
Jinx
Valentineâs Day with Jinx was never going to be typical. Sheâd been planning for weeks, bouncing off walls with excitement. When you walked into the room, you were greeted with a chaotic mess of glitter, balloons, and something suspiciously resembling confetti.
âSurprise!â Jinx yelled, her grin wide as she threw a handful of glitter at you. âItâs your day, and Iâm gonna make it the best one ever!â
You couldnât help but laugh, knowing that even with the mess, Jinx was doing her best to make you happy. She pulled you into a hug and kissed you on the cheek, whispering, âHappy Valentineâs, you beautiful mess.â
Vi
Vi wasnât the romantic type in the traditional sense, but Valentineâs Day with her was filled with meaningful little gestures. She took you out for a casual but perfect breakfast at a local cafĂ©, laughing over pancakes and hot cocoa.
Afterward, she pulled you into a nearby park, her arm draped casually around your shoulders. You were in her world nowâno one else mattered. When she caught your eye, her lips curled into a grin, and she kissed your forehead.
âIâm not good at this whole lovey-dovey thing, but Iâll always show you I care, even if Iâm not great with words,â she said softly.
Sevika
Sevika didnât understand the fuss over Valentineâs Day, but sheâd been working on a small surprise for you. She led you into a quiet room after a long day, where there were candles lit and your favorite food was waiting on the table.
She was quieter than usual, but her eyes spoke volumes. As she sat beside you and served you a plate, she leaned in close and whispered, âI donât do all that fancy stuff, but this? This is my way of saying⊠I care about you, more than you know.â
You smiled softly, taking her hand, and she didnât need to say anything more. Her actions said it all.
Silco
Silco wasnât one for big romantic gestures, but on Valentineâs Day, he did something different. He set up a private dinner for the two of you in a luxurious corner of the room, complete with fine wine and his usual sharp gaze softened by the warmth in his eyes.
âTonight is about you,â he said, his voice hushed as he poured you another glass of wine. âYouâve proven time and time again how valuable you are to me. I wanted tonight to reflect that.â
You smiled, touched by his sincerity. âIâm grateful, Silco. This means more than you know.â
And as the evening passed, it felt like the world had slowed down, leaving only the two of you.
Vander
Vanderâs Valentineâs Day gift to you was simple, but thoughtful. He took you to a quiet spot along the river, away from the usual hustle of the city, where you could enjoy each otherâs company without interruption. The sun had just set, and the soft glow from the lanterns cast a warm light over everything.
âYou make every day worth living,â he murmured, holding your hand tightly as you gazed at the water. âBut tonight, I want to make sure you feel special.â
Vander didnât need grand gestures to make you feel lovedâhis heart was more than enough. As he kissed your forehead, you knew you were his forever.
Ekko
Ekko always thought Valentineâs Day was overrated, but when it came to you, he made it something special. Heâd spent hours tinkering in his workshop, only to reveal a custom watch he had made just for youâa blend of his tech expertise and affection.
âYouâre the most important thing in my life,â he said as he carefully fastened the watch around your wrist. âAnd I want you to always have something that reminds you of me.â
You smiled softly, your heart swelling. âItâs perfect, Ekko. Thank you.â
The rest of the day was spent doing things you both enjoyedâmovies, games, and quiet momentsâreminding you that love didnât need to be flashy to feel real.
Jayce
Jayce had gone all out for Valentineâs Day, turning the whole evening into a sophisticated experience. Heâd arranged a private dinner in one of the most luxurious spots in Piltover, complete with a view of the city skyline. The table was decorated with candles, and soft music played in the background.
âI wanted tonight to be perfect for you,â he said with a tender smile as he poured you a glass of wine. âBecause you are perfect to me.â
You could see the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke, and you felt warmth fill your chest. âThis is more than perfect, Jayce. Iâm so lucky.â
He kissed your hand gently. âThe luck is mine.â
Victor
Victor wasnât the type to do something extravagant, but his gesture on Valentineâs Day meant more than anything. He invited you to his workshop, where he had set up a simple, intimate dinner for two, surrounded by the quiet hum of his machines.
âI know Iâm not great with these things,â he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously, âbut I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.â
You smiled, touched by his honesty. âYou donât need to do anything big, Victor. Just being with you is enough.â
He gave you a small, shy smile before pulling you into a soft, lingering kiss.
Caitlyn
Caitlynâs Valentineâs Day was all about making you feel cherished in the most personal way. She led you to a beautifully decorated spot in her home, where a small, intimate dinner awaited. The table was set with your favorite foods, and the room was filled with soft, romantic music.
âI donât have grand ideas like some, but I wanted this day to be all about you,â Caitlyn said with a warm smile. âYou make me feel loved every day, and today, I want to make sure you feel the same way.â
You smiled, touched by her simplicity. âYou already make me feel special, Caitlyn. Thank you for everything.â
She kissed your hand gently, her love shining through every small gesture.
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