#u should get married when you love them and want to spend the rest of your life with them

[girlivealwaysbean]

i wish the person who invented arranged marriages a very DIE

[soulaires]

I know your requests are closed but I just wanted to send this in incase I forgot, anyways imagine Aaron taking care of Baby Dior (like when she was 3 months and still a baby) while reader was gone🤭🤭🤭

I LOVE ALL YOUR FICS BTW🌸✨🤍🤍🤍

My love mine all mine.

PAIRINGS — girl dad!Aaron Warner x mom!Reader

SYPNOSIS — you are in a (much needed) day out with your friends so daddy aaron took over.

OR

baby dior and daddy aaron bonding time <3

ⓘ :: domestic fluff, married life, fluff, girldad!warner, baby dior and aaron bonding, dior is a menace in bath time, NOT proofread so there will be errors …

RiE’s 💌; hope you guys liked this one! I still don’t take requests at the moment but I wanna get back to writing soon so here is something for y’all since its been awhile 🫂 btw did u guys missed me ☹️

As you kissed your husband goodbye and waved at your baby girl, Dior, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. Maybe you should just cancel and stay home with Aaron and Dior, you thought, feeling guilty at the prospect of leaving them alone. "Maybe I should just cancel and stay ove—"

"My love, we will be okay," Aaron interrupted gently, his reassuring voice cutting through your doubts. "Go and have fun, sweet love. You deserve a rest, hm?"

"But—" you began, only to be silenced by Aaron's lips pressing softly against yours. "Love," he warned.

It was your first girls' day out since Dior was born, and while you were eager for some much-needed relaxation, leaving your husband and daughter behind felt strangely weird.

“Okay, okay..” you wield with a smile, planting another soft kiss on Dior's forehead and then Aaron's lips. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

"We'll be fine, sweetheart," Aaron reassured you, his warm smile melting away any lingering worries. "Go enjoy your day with the girls. Dior and I have got this."

He smiled, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. “Everything will be alright, darling" he assured you, his eyes filled with confidence. "We'll have a daddy-daughter day and make it an adventure, won't we, little miss?”

Dior, who had been playing with her plushies nearby, let out a happy gurgle in response, seemingly oblivious to the conversation happening around her.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to spend time with your friends and staying over with your little family. But as you looked into your husband's eyes, you knew that everything would be okay.

With a final kiss, you stepped out of the door, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt tugging at your heartstrings. As you drove away, you couldn't shake the feeling of leaving a piece of your heart behind, but you pushed the thoughts aside, determined to make the most of your day out.

Meanwhile, back at home, Aaron cradled Baby Dior in his arms, “guess it's just you and me huh, princess?" he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her rosy cheek.

With Dior snuggling in his embrace, Aaron set about their day, his heart overflowing with love and determination to make it special for his precious daughter.

Yeah, he got this. He did not read some books and took some lessons about being a first time dad for nothing.

He'll make you proud.

After playing with his daughter, he prepared their lunch and dior’s milk. He hummed a soft tune as he prepared a bottle of milk, expertly measuring out the formula and testing its temperature with practiced hands. He then made the baby’s food.

–

As Dior suckled contentedly on her bottle, Aaron gazed down at her with adoration, marveling at the miracle of her existence. "You're growing so fast, baby," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. "But no matter how big you get, you'll always be my little angel."

His daughter just continued with her thing, completely oblivious to her fathers rambling. “Alright, baby I will just wash my hands, hm? Be a good girl for daddy okay? I will be back ” it only took him approximately 10 seconds before running back to his daughter.

10 seconds and it was a mess.

Oh well.

10 seconds and his lovely princess decided to express her creativity by splattering milk and baby foods all over herself and the surrounding area, much to Aaron's amusement.

“Well, it looks like we've got a little artist on our hands,” Aaron chuckled, wiping away the mess with a cloth and earning a gurgling giggle from Dior in response.

With the mess cleaned up, Aaron scooped up Dior in his arms and made his way to the bathroom for her bath. Bath time with Dior was always an… adventure, dare he say. As Aaron filled the tub with warm water and added a few drops of baby wash, Dior squirmed and her chubby legs kicked.

"All right, little one, time to get cleaned up," Aaron said with a strained smile, lowering Dior into the water and waiting for the impact.

Aaron Warner does love his daughter but hell, Dior was no saint nor angel when it comes to bath time she absolutely hated it, and she made it his tiny life’s mission to make sure her parents dreaded it as well.

—

“Princess, please, just cooperate with me," Aaron pleaded, his voice tinged with exhaustion as he struggled to keep his squirming daughter still in the warm bathwater.

Aaron's confidence dissolved into thin air the moment his baby's cries pierced the air, reverberating through the tiled bathroom. He felt a pang of guilt wash over him, unable to bear the sound of her distress.

Oh, God. It hurts to hear her cry.

Warner honestly couldn’t believe something could cry as much as Dior without passing out, the wriggling baby wailing her heart out in an attempt to persuade her dad to release her. “I’m sorry, baby girl, but you brought this upon yourself,” he sighed, gently massaging bubbles onto his daughter's belly as her tiny feet kicked water at him, clearly attempting to escape.

Searching for a solution, Aaron hastily reached for a bottle of soapy liquid, praying that its mysterious contents would alleviate his daughter's distress.

As if by magic, Dior's cries ceased the moment the scent of her mother's soap enveloped her, her sobs replaced by contented murmurs and coos, her tension gradually melting away.

Finally calm in her dad's embrace, Dior succumbed to the soothing influence of the soap, her grip tightening around Aaron's finger as her little nose wrinkling and eyelids occasionally fluttering open and closed.

Understanding his daughter's longing for her mother, Aaron tenderly bathed her, silently empathizing with her yearning as he washed her delicate skin, taking advantage of her drowsiness to ensure a thorough cleansing.

“mhm..” Aaron hummed, finally understanding the cause of his daughter's untamable mood. “You just miss mama, huh?” he murmured, gentle as he picked up a sponge, running the soft material along the cooing baby’s chest and belly, taking advantage of the sleepy mood that seemed to come over the little girl.

“Yeah.. me too, baby” was all he could think to say, honestly relating to the fit his daughter had thrown over missing her mother, Warner feeling the same way—well, minus the screaming and crying.

Finishing the bath, Aaron leaned down to press a kiss on the sleepy dior forehead. "Let’s get you to bed," he whispered, hand cupping some water to rinse her and dressing her up in her pajamas before he gently lifted her to his chest, head resting against his shoulder.

—

Aaron went a b-line to diors room as he cradled Dior in his arms, singing her a lullaby to lull her to sleep.

"Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?

So, when I die, which I must do

Could it shine down here with you?."

Dior, nestled against Aaron's chest, seemed to respond to the comforting melody, her breathing slowing as she drifted closer to sleep. Her tiny hand grasped at the fabric of Aaron's shirt, seeking solace in his warm embrace.

"Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine, all mine

My baby, here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her."

Aaron swayed as he gently swing his daughter to sleep, humming while caressing her chubby cheeks.

“Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine

Nothing in the world is mine for free

But my love mine, all mine, all mine”

As the last notes of the song faded away, Aaron pressed a tender kiss to Dior's forehead, With a contented sigh, he continued to sway gently, the rhythm of his movements lulling Dior into a peaceful slumber.

Aaron settled her into her cozy crib for a nap, carefully tucking her in with a soft blanket and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams, my darling," he whispered, his heart swelling with love as he watched her drift off to sleep.

With Dior peacefully resting, Aaron took the opportunity to tackle some chores around the house, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the baby monitor to ensure Dior was safe and sound. He washed the dishes with practiced efficiency, tidied up the living room, and even managed to squeeze in a load of laundry, all while stealing glances at the monitor every few minutes to check on his sleeping daughter.

As the day wore on, Aaron found himself counting down the minutes until your return, eager to share with you the precious moments he and Dior had shared together. He imagined your face lighting up with joy.

Finally, the sound of the front door opening brought a smile to Aaron's face, and he hurried to greet you, his heart brimming with love and excitement.

“Welcome home, my love,” he said, enveloping you in a warm embrace and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Did you have fun, baby?”

You nodded, your eyes shining with happiness as you gazed at Aaron. "It was wonderful, but I missed you both terribly," you admitted, your voice tinged with emotion.

"We missed you too, my love," Aaron replied, his gaze softening as he looked at you and inhaling the familiar scent of home.

As you pulled away from the hug, you couldn't help but notice the absence of your daughter. "Where's Dior?" you asked.

"She's already fast asleep in her room," Aaron explained, gesturing towards the hallway.

"Well, I hope she didn't give you too much trouble," you joked, grateful for Aaron's patience and love.

"Not at all," Aaron replied with a chuckle. “except for the bath part. a nightmare, honestly” he joked, while you softly giggle, beautiful eyes shining and ge can't help but stare at it with adoration.

you are home. home with him. home with dior.

🏷 :: @ravisinghs-wife @ab-baybay @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @cosmicswan @nomournersonefuneral @corpsedoll777 @lilyevansstudygroup @arinexeisnotworking @reminiscentreader @seaveysoceaneyes @luvv4evaabaemh @kindnessspreads

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[doueverwonder]

Do you have any Calilliyork HCs?? :]

anon the way I started vibrating when I saw this ask:

they’re the only ones allowed to use ‘city nicknames’ with each other. Particularly NY calling Illi “Chi” (said shy) and Cali “Angel”

u know the “are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??” incorrect quote? Yeah that’s Illi & Cali at NY literally everyday.

California: who needs ac when u can sandwich yourself between your cold bfs

Illinois & New York: who needs heating when u can cuddle your hot (in both ways) partner

idk why but I think when they go on dates they purposefully avoid going to NYC, LA or Chicago.

IlliYork was together for a long time before they started dating Cali too, and sometimes they'll talk about dates they had before and whenever California thinks one sounds particularly cool or romantic they're both like "write that down, write that down-" and will do their darndest to recreate them in the name of "all the times you should have been there"

very headcanony but i'm a transfem nb Cali truther (she/it/they bc projecting), and they were already dating when it had her Great Gender Panic(TM).

The way Illi & York found out is one of them said smth along the lines of "love you forever" just like in passing and California randomly broke into tears like "really??? you'll love me forever?? no matter what??? you're sure?????" and they both obviously were like "?? yes ofc??? is something wrong??? wtf???"

bc NY is decently older than California and Illinois there are running jokes that he's their sugar daddy and it isn't completely* untrue.

(*only not completely true bc California is technically the richest of the three lmao)

speaking of tho; everyone assumes NY is like the least affectionate/committed to their relationship bc he's so cold and 'i don't like anyone' around everyone else. but they just miss that this man spends every waking moment not fighting with the rest of the Northeast making heart eyes at them <3

& he just loves to spoil them both rotten, like genuinely they both have to be so careful about mentioning wanting anything around him bc he WILL get it for them.

also for example they're all theatre nerds but he'll take them to any play, musical, ballet, or opera they express even mild interest in. Best seats in the house, and we might as well go to dinner beforehand, and NY just loves seeing them both all dressed up so we need to go somewhere nice for dinner. It just snowballs and he is not beating the sugar daddy allegations.

He's not doing it on purpose he just likes seeing them both happy and buying them things and taking them places is the best way he can figure it out 😭

NY: I'm this close to fighting Gov so he'll let me marry both of you. Illi & Cali: ? your fingers are touching. NY: I know.

90% of their communication problems can actually be traced back to Illinois. this man is a Midwesterner at heart and thus will never speak his mind on the fear that it might upset them even if its over like.... what pizza toppings they should get. They're working on it but oh boy.

(whole lot of "Illi what do you want," "oh y'know I'm fine with whatever--" "No, we can tell you're not. What do you want?")

Illinois speaks French, and California speaks Spanish, and NY is weak.

this got long so i'll leave it there. if anyone wants elaboration on any of these feel free to ask 👀

[risingsoleil]

how do u think it would play out if linzin had an accidental affair baby while he was married to pema + after jinnora ikki meelo and rohan were born

Waaaa, this just got so complicated haha

We know what it's looking like in another AU where Linzin are back together, and Pemzin are no more. (I need to get back to work on that one too...)

I can see Lin telling Tenzin, but saying that she intends to give the baby up for adoption. She knows how much Tenzin wouldn't want to terminate the pregnancy and she wouldn't either...so adoption is probably the better choice. Lin hoped to not tell him at all and just avoid him for the remainder of the pregnancy, but he sees her.

She didn't want to break up his marriage. It's already bad enough they engaged in an affair, and now this child would be permanent proof of it.

Tenzin is emotional, he's askign Lin if that's truly what she wants.

"You want to throw away your marriage over some fling with an ex?! You've got 4 kids already, Tenzin. I won't get involved in your home life. This kid will go to another family who can love them better than I could, and avoid any of the consequences of our poor decisions."

He's crying. "But...is that what you want?"

Lin stares at him, tears falling down her face. "It's what right."

She spends the rest of pregnancy searching for a family to adopt the child, but she doesn't find any. Lin has extremely high standards and she doesn't want her...this child to go to any family. Even up to delivery time, Lin still has not found a family.

Tenzin is with her when the baby is born. It's a girl.

"You should her once..." the healer says softly. "If she goes to someone else, then at least you held her before letting go."

Lin is hesitant and still feeling the effects of the drugs, but coherent enough. "She needs to go to someone else..."

The healer instead places the baby in Lin's arms, guiding her into the proper position. Immediately Lin breaks down once the healer is out of the room. Tenzin goes inside and sees that Lin is crying during her goodbyes.

He kneels at her bedside, touching her arm and then baby's face.

"I-I can't...." Lin stutters, wiping her eyes.

His own eyes well up because he knows that Lin has not changed her position on the matter. "We'll find a family for her..."

"No," Lin states firmly. "I can't let her go. I don't want her to go to someone else. I want her with me."

As for whether Pema and the kids find out that there's a secret new sibling, it's open for ideas hehe

[mactavishwritings]

Hey, first of all I love your writings and your way of telling Storys. And secondly could u write a oneshot wit Alejandro x reader (y/n) when they are on a mission to locate a human target so the bomb team can drop a missile on them. The problem is that they are not gonna make it out of the area where the bomb is gonna hit. So they are gonna spend their last minutes together

i haven't really done angst yet!! i love it <3

tw: death

The two of you knew that there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it out. you came to terms with it, but Alejandro was trying to remain optimistic. "You see, preciosa, after this, we should run away together." he shouted over the loud whirling of the helicopter blades.

You rolled your eyes as you jumped in, "and where would we run off to?" Alejandro got in after you, closing the door and putting his headset on so the two of you could hear each other. "I have a safe house. We could get married and you would look just...divina...pregnant." Alejandro laughed. "In your dreams, Colonel."

The mission had gone sideways. Alejandro had gotten shot and was bleeding out very quickly. You were struggling to drag him to the evac site when you heard Price over the comms. "(Y/N)! There's a missile. We managed to hack into it, but we have to redirect it somewhere. What do you see?" You surveyed the area around you. The town had been evacuated due to the ongoing war so the likelihood of innocents were slim to none. "The town. Place it here. I see a building and I'm hoping it's far away enough." Your voice was rough as you pulled Alejandro towards the building that you saw. It looked empty, but you made quick work to take out the few enemies that remained.

"Mi amor. You and I both know this won't be far away enough." Alejandro groaned as you placed him against a stack of boxes in the building. "Don't say that. I can't carry you further out. This is our best bet." Your back was turned away as you grabbed blankets to try and shield you two the best you could. "He's right, (Y/N). You two are too close to the blas-" You were quick to cut Price off.

"You two stop. I am not leaving him here. We will be just fine." You were in denial. You thought you had come to terms with what faced you ahead, but now that it was happening, you panicked. Alejandro reached out for you. "C'mere. Need you with me. Don't reject a dying man's wish." You finally faced him with glossy eyes, moving to sit beside him. "Going dark, Captain. Was a pleasure from both of us." Alejandro coughed into his comms before during his off. You reached down, going to do the same. "Love you Price. I'm sorry. Going dark." You waited for his response.

"We thank you for service you two. I love you kid. Rest easy." You could tell by his voice that your captain was crying. You turned your comms off and leaned your head against Alejandro's shoulder. "Can we still run away together?" You asked quietly, causing the man to chuckle. "Anything you want. I'd pay for everything."

You giggled and looked up at him. "I'm sorry for never actually going on a date with you. I did want to." Alejandro reached up and placed his thumb on your chin. "It's okay, mi corazón. I flirted enough with you to last you three lifetimes." You two tearfully laughed, resting your foreheads against each other.

"Do you think the missile will kill me or the gun shot?" Alejandro asked, wincing in pain. You looked down at his stomach, seeing that his shirt was getting more and more red. "I don't know, but don't die before me. I can't live a second without you." You felt your body start to panic, desperately grabbing at his shirt. "Mi corazón, breath for me." Alejandro soothed you, kissing your forehead. "I promise you I will find you in the next lifetime. Nothing will keep me from you." You looked up at him, eyes full of tears. You felt the ground start to rumble and your body sent you into a panic attack.

Not wanting to waste another moment, you pulled Alejandro close and connect your lips. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you back with the same level of desperation and pain. The kiss last 30 seconds as the missile hit the two and destroyed the building you two occupied, killing the two of you instantly.

The next morning, Price and the rest of 141 went to find your bodies. They wanted something to burry at least. Price had shut down, loosing the only person he considered his next of kin; his baby, his child. You were his kid, not genetically, but metaphorically. He wanted to burry you and Alejandro. All they could find were your dog tags and your guns, so Price kept both your dog tags. He didn't want to separate you two.

The funeral the group had for the two of you was emotional. They had it at Alejandro's ranch and Price burred your guns. He continued to wear your tags and kept Alejandro's in his pocket, always near by. He blamed himself for not being there to protect the two of you, but knew that you died in Alejandro's arms. At least you weren't alone.

[pretty-toru]

hi! please could i request some arranged marriage HCs with geto x fem reader? where they start off quite cold towards each other but then slowly start warming up to each other? i didn’t know if you would be okay with this topic or not but please ignore it if it’s not something you want to write (: thank u!

HI! This has been in my drafts for so long, I'm incredibly sorry about that but I'm intrigued by the idea of arranged marriage with Suguru! I hope you don't mind that I've also tweaked your request a little 🤍

GETO SUGURU :

— Something you learned early on about Suguru is that no matter what he'll always treat you with the utmost respect even when he's on the receiving end of your cold demeanor. Given the circumstances of arranged marriages, he understands why you're being distant and guarded towards your newly prospective groom whom you're meant to spend the rest of your life with after just having met each other. But he promises that if you give him a chance, maybe he can change your first impression of him and your outlook on the entire situation.

— Suguru also has some reservations against arranged marriages, but he keeps an open mind because there are some couples who grow to love each other and have successful and happy marriages. Although he does mention that if you still detest the idea of marrying him after getting to know each other in the next few months, he will find a way to give you an out because he doesn't want to force or pressure you to do something you strongly oppose.

— You already made up your mind that you weren't going to like him, despite his compelling attractiveness and engrossing charm that has everyone's heads turning his way and trying to get his attention. Of course, he respectfully turns them down as he introduces you, his bride-to-be and the only person he's really interested in developing a romantic relationship with. He may have almost swooned you with that, but you steel your resolve because they're just lovely words with no real meaning. Yet your skipping heartbeat says otherwise.

— As you're spending most of your days with Suguru, you find yourself enjoying his company a little more than you originally planned to. He might flatter or tease you with a light-hearted chuckle and the next thing you know you've caught yourself smiling because of him more than once. You also really liked that he always listens to what you had to say and remembers the small details about you through simple observation. He's always been so thoughtful and understanding and vulnerable with you that spending a lifetime with him sounds less and less awful with each passing second.

— With the wedding date near approaching, Suguru does sit you down once again and asks you if you'd still want to go through with the arranged marriage. He's perched with one knee drawn up and your hands in his as he's finding the words and begins by saying that he understands what's expected from both of your families but you should be able to decide for yourself who you want for a spouse. You remind him that he should be able to do the same just as much too. After a short pause and a gentle smile, Suguru asserts that he has made his choice and asks if you could do him the honor of becoming his wife and marrying him.

[neverlookatthisblog]

Birthday girl

(this is a special one since it's my birthday today This idea pop up in my head I decided to write it)

your birthday was going great you got woking up with a nice breakfast in bed jack cooked it even though he wasn't that great of a cook he did a decent job of making it

"Happy birthday y/n" your friends said you smiled

"thanks guys i love u so much" they took you out to lunch you were so happy but you couldn't help but wonder what jack was doing at home he should be there with you,you thought

"oh- i got you something extra special" Your friend kim said bringing the bag up to you

"you didn't have too" you said you usually didn't care for gifts but you still appected them

pulling out the gift it was a nice scented candle you were very much into those you loved the smell of them you had so many of them

"thank you omg i love u guys so much" you smiled you guys ate lunch eventually you made it back home to your boyfriend you were excited to see him after not being around him for half the day

You walked into the house smelling a nice scent you put all your things down and walked down the hallway  there was little rose petals that led you to the room your heels clicked as you walk  you  smiled seeing the happy birthday sign on the wall

"happy birthday babygirl" you heard him say behind you turned around to hug him

"thank you baby" you smile softly

"how has your birthday been??" jack asked

"it's been good it's better now that i'm with you" he smiled at your comment you leaned into him to give him a sweet kiss

"i have a present for you" he told you getting up to get it

"jack i told you no presents" you rolled your eyes

"i don't care it's your birthday" you knew jack wouldn't listen to you and got you a gift anyway you were so grateful for him

you laughed sitting on the bed waiting for your gift you were confused when jack came out with a small box you stood back up

"i love u so much y/n you don't understand" you were about to respond when you watched jack get on one knee you gasped

"y/n i want to spend the rest of my life with you will you marry  me" jack opend the box showing the ring you nodded not forming words you put your hand jack slipped the ring on your finger

"i love u jack" you smiled

"i love u to baby" jack kissed your lips picking you up and spinning you around you giggled he put you down

you felt jack move to your neck and started kissing it 'you whined at the sensation

"get on the bed baby" jack said kissing your cheek you did as he said waiting for him to make his next move

"i want you to just sit back and relax and let me do the work"Jack said moving his hand to push you softly against the pillow

he then moved down kissing your stomach you bit your lip as he got closer down before he continued he took off your shoes for you and massaging   them for a while

"can i take these off baby" jack asked pointing to your panties

"mhm" you shook you head yes you were in a trance you loved everything he did

jack pulled them down he smiled spreading your legs

"fuck your so beautiful" jack said before his lips met your cunt

You gasped as jack ate you out

"fuck" you moaned moving your hand to his hair

You felt jack spread your pussy open making you see stars

"ahh jack" you panted you had never felt this type of pleasure before jack ate you out plenty of times but this time it felt different

you whined feeling yourself reach your orgasm you thought jack was gonna stop he kept going making you come 2 more time

"fuck-fuck-fuck baby oh-" you closed your eyes feeling a tear fall you felt jack pull away

you smiled since you were already there you decided to get up going in front of jack getting on your knees

"baby-" jack said but you stopped him

"jack it is my birthday let me do what i want" you told him before pulling his jeans down

"alright whatever you wanna do" jack sucked in a breath as he felt you pull out his dick

You licked around the tip before moving your  head down you using your hands to help you out

"shit ma" jack moaned seeing the ring on your finger turned jack on even more moving his hand to grip your hair

he pushed your head down even more making you deepthroat him

"oh fuck baby i'm gonna cum keep doing that shit-" jack groaned you did as he said and kept going but this time you moved a little faster making jack grip you hair tigher

you felt your eye water but that didn't stop you from moving your tongue around his tip

"y/n" you heard jack moan before you felt he cum go down your throat you pulled his dick out of your mouth wiping the cum from around your lips you got up jack grabbed you by your hips

"damn ma i'ma have to fuck you real good now" jack said before kissing

"i'm here for it but can we save that for later i'm hungry now" jack smiled

"but you just ate" jack joked you slapped his arm

"alright i'm sorry let's go get something to eat jack said pulling back up his pants you put back on you panties instead of heels you decided to just wear slides  because you feet were killing you

You and jack went out to dinner you could say  that this was your favorite birthday because of how special  jack made it for you.

[narhinafan]

One thing I don't get is people stating that Kishi's wife disliked the ending, like was she the one writing those things day and night spending every week drawing the manga? Or did they do that.

And not to mention that Naruto is a fucking shonen, whatever head canon you have for any character is normal but it isn't cannon (speaking to the people who really think Naruto is gay or some shit) it's what the writing wants that goes it isn't that fucking deep.

Kishi wanted Naruto to marry and love Hinata it's not that deep people it's just fucking entertainment. It's like they made it their entire personality that Naruto likes dick or some shit, and no he doesn't love Sakura she's just a friend (sis more like it)

And don't get me on the lowlives of anti Konoha that are Narutoxmulti and Hinataxmulti, they speak as if when Naruto and Hinata are in the presence of one another they ruin each other's characters when Hinata's greatest source of strength is fucking Naruto, and when Naruto is at his lowest she picks him right up. Like fucking shit Sasuke did nothing to fucking deserve Hinata most of that shit is Hinata being salty and just as some guy said "deranged revenge porn paring" he ships naruhina.

And good lord ok those fucks who say they haven't interacted much, like do you know how relationships work irl, because I sure do that's why I am not having a fucking girlfriend at fucking 16 because it's literally set for failure, you should date as an adult and preferably a stranger or someone you trust very much. Hinata is fucking both for Naruto in this spectrum, when they were strangers Naruto was comfortable around enough to let loose about his self doubt something men usually don't do especially with fellow men (that's for SnS fucks who don't get how men fucking work because they are most likely white fucking women, geez if you don't know how this shit works stfu you have no relevance in her you sick fucking bastards. The ship feels more like a porn fetish than a fucking ship) men usually say this kind of shit to a trusted women on thier life usually a mom (he did that with Kushina ) or get this a fucking wife which he didn't do with Sakura (don't get me wrong I fucking love Sakura but NaruSaku is stupid af because I have a sister relationship kinda like NS and I know for damn sure I won't tell my sister about my self doubts because that shit mom would be more experienced with, don't get me wrong sisters can sure give you a good fucking pep talk but they can't do things your mom or wife can do.)

Oh lord don't get me on Narutoxmulti who hate NH, because it's just some poor fucks having Naruto have sex with any women because their sexy? And what they hate NH because it's forced? So your logic is having Naruto fuck Mei who he never talked to once because it somehow makes sense and isn't just because you have a porn addiction and Hinata is the type of women you'll have a relationship with for wife which is fitting for Naruto because foxes literally mate for life, actually foxes are very faithful so when their vixen dies, cannonicaly if Hinata dies Naruto won't have sex with anyone really, shows how much u fucking know about your self insert (who's my favorite character of all time)

Like I stated it isn't that deep and should never be that deep, one Sakura fan I like said this once to someone bashing Hinata for stupid reasons "Politics and Naruto don't go hand in hand", whatever happened with Hyuga ended since the chunin exams or after the war by the time the last rolled because you see Hanabi acting like a normal fucking child, shows how well you really fucking care about the hyuga and Neji.

God these people are so fucking stupid and idiotic I can't get fucking rest from them, I'd rather die than stay in this shit hole of a fandom that doesn't know it's characters properly fucking pieces of shit

Yeah she didn't writing the end and she never outright said she disliked it either.

I totally know what you mean I hate how you can't have any same sex friendship or sibling like relationship with out part of the fandom trying to force feed it being gay down your throat. Like I have nothing against gay ships when it is intentionally done and not forced, but seriously as you said the writing doesn't go that deep and is not meant to be taken that way.

True a lot of antis that ship muilt ship Naruto or Hinata always make them completely OC or outright ruin their characters and relationship with each other.

There interactions might not be a lot, but each one is significant and the way they interact and treat each other is different to how they are with their other friends. Naruto has always been able to show his weakness to Hinata he is comfortable enough with her to share his doubts despite the fact he is constantly putting up a front where he acts confident till he makes it. Fact is Hinata is the only female other then his mother Naruto is comfortable showing sides of himself he doesn't show other people.

For sisters it depends on the type and their relationship with their sibling. Sakura though her relationship with Naruto is negative she isn't the kind of person Naruto can unload his doubts or talk about his feelings without being made fun of. Plus she hits and insults him quite often as well she simply doesn't inspire the same sort of comfort Hinata or Kushina would give Naruto when it comes to opening up about himself.

Yeah never been a fan of harems doesn't match Naruto's character, but also doing them tends to ruin a story. Also some of the ships are just disturbing like I've seen people match Naruto with Tsunade for the same reasons you listed. Naruto is 100% the kind of guy that is faithful and the one that wants a genuine and sincere relationship with the kind of life he went through he wants to be genuinely loved and not a lot of characters can provide that to the extent Hinata can.

Seriously its stupid how they try to bring up that he hasn't changed the Hyuga when we saw things have changed and have yet to see a new gen Hyuga with the seal. The branch house is not a thing anymore or if it is no longer mistreated. We haven't even seen a servant or maid Hyuga in Boruto yet. Things have improved even before Naruto became Hokage and likely even more so after if there were any issues left.

[bsaka7]

Pierresteban... mermaid.... au...not!fic. W/ @leclercenjoyer... From these gifs... proof i can be trope-y...in the right mood...

it starts when they're kids. pierre is the fifth son of a family of hardworking fisherman. he knows there will be no inheritance for him. his third brother is joining the church and everyone is hoping pierre can do well enough at school to do that too! because the oldest son will inherit the fishing boat and he already has a girl who he might marry. they live in a little house near the outskirts of town the closest to the sea and when the sea rages they can watch the wall of water crash against the rocks from the back stoop.

of course. this pierre loves the water like everyone in his family, loves to be out at sea. when the tide is out, pierre goes down to the seashore and digs through the tide pools. one day he comes upon a cove that he swears he has never seen before and he has explored this whole shore even though he is only seven. the sun is not yet low in the sky so he ducks in to explore and there splashing in the pool is....baby (well. 6yrs old) este!! who is so scrawny.

este is a mermaid obv there some vague and bastardized mythology behind all of this but we're ignoring that for now. he's the only child of a hardworking mermaid couple etc he loves to dive and race and swim with schools of fish he's also intrigued by land and he's more adventurous than he should be... u guys know the vibe.

pierre spends the whole rest of the spring ducking into the cove and the days are only getting longer. and then summer when hes on the boat with his father and brothers he's always searching and searching for este, thinking he sees him out over the crests of the waves. they are the best of friends and pierre cannot tell anyone except for his best friend charles who lives on the other side of town and his father is...idk?? the pastor??? they aren't catholics he can have kids. and charles understands pierre at school and they compete in every subject but he doesn't understand the sea. anyway. Pierre and esteban can only meet when pierre comes to the sea...seperate worlds so close yet so far. when times are hard times are hard for them both bc they both depend on the sea for their life etc...

[scene where pierre sneaks out in the little rowboat to meet este and gets in trouble]

they grow up and then they DRIFT as you would expect because pierre is getting older and he has to get a scholarship now to the university or else he has to find a girl to marry or smth but he doesnt WANT to because hes too young and anywhere theres always esteban. and esteban is busy with his own life in the sea he's growing up and hoping to fulfill some exploration role but he's a long shot at it... They're starting to resent each other for missing meetings.

pierre goes inland for GOOD to go to school when hes like sixteen and he sees esteban one winter day home for christmas break and the sea is churning and esteban barely even looks at him. and it sucks!!! and no one knows how even felt...

but he comes back for the whole summer when hes older and his parents have passed away. he's back to help his brother put their things in order and because he's the baby and he loved them. and he spends a lot of time looking out at the sea and maybe once has to take the boat out by himself and there's esteban, skipping alongside the boat, who looks like he's finally grown into his skin.

Pierre anchors and climbs out of his boat into the shallow warm water and pierre can swim but not strongly anymore and he's weak from the city air. pierre can feel este's tail against his legs and they're clutching each other and esteban is laughing and its -- its like they're kids again but its BETTER because they know who they are better. esteban is the one to kiss pierre and pierre kisses BACK and then eventually he has to go home and he's so giddy and joyful that his brother and his wife are making faces at each other. pierre just plays with the kids and the dog in front of the fireplace. they're so happy to see him like this. and he goes out and sees esteban again and again that summer, before idk he starts some job at the law firm in the city and learns about estebans life in the sea. when he's in town all he does is miss esteban. there's a girl he's supposed to marry maybe but he never asks for her hand in marriage so she marries someone else and charles settles down in the capital

of COURSE since this is a mock fairytale he has to come back to that town he grew up in. he's not meant to be a fisherman but maybe he takes over the shop after the keeper falls too ill, and he's good at that too. he has money stashed away from his work in the city and he's dressed a little different. maybe he starts donating books to the school. and he goes out to the cove -- their cove -- in the evenings, just to remember.

eventually esteban is there too. and pierre's feet are bare and in the water, and esteban lays up against the rock and listens to pierre read and then tells him his own stories of the sea. its not quite a happy ending because they can never be together and pierre is getting older and getting lonely. and esteban at home in the sea his family has always thought he wanted everything too badly, the exploring job he got and then lost, to know what it's like on land.

after so many years of wondering, and fights back and forth, and missing each other, straddling that space between land and sea, pierre asks if its true. that mermaids can leave the sea but cannot speak until they find their true love (little mermaid #baller). esteban tells him some tale and the answer is: yes.

pierre asks him if he's willing to try it and esteban disappears for months. and the town watches pierre fade away sadder and sadder. his brother tells him they can take on the shop if he wants to go back to the city but pierre just shakes his head. eventually he takes a boat out, a tiny dinghy and goes out to the sea to search for esteban because he can't. leave it like this. again. he can tell esteban they can go back to like it was. they don't have to fight.

but of course theres a STORM the wind whipping and pierre is cold and his mouth is caked with salt, his boat falling apart at the seams. eventually he capsizes and is clinging to whats left of the hull and then a wave sucks him under and he loses it and he's sputtering and he thinks hes going to die. who is there bringing him to the surface but esteban? esteban who heard his cry and swum as fast as he could from his home. esteban who loves him.

pierre is unconcious as esteban swims him back to the cove. and hes like coughing weakly and esteban is wrapped around him because he's not warm and his tail is scaly but hes warmer than the water and that has to be good enough right? and pierre is like. "este?" and esteban is like. "right here." and he's not going to apologize because he never apologizes. but pierre looks at him and it feels like forgiveness. PIERRE apologizes instead right there and says he's sorry for asking and esteban says. i couldn't lose my family forever. i couldn't lose my voice. and pierre is like. okay.

things go back to normal. pierre's shop never runs out of sugar again and his prices are always just a little too low like he's been blessed by something. and he sees esteban in the cove no matter the wind and the weather. And then... I think eventually esteban DOES decide to trust pierre enough to come to land to give it all up even though he shouldn't have to.

Esteban steps out of the water and pierre is mad at him because esteban never said he'd be so tall and then they KISS and esteban can SPEAK because they both wanted each other to be enough but never thought it would be the truth enough to try until now. and of course esteban has to put on pierre's clothes which are all too short and everyone is confused about this new man with a soft voice and a lilting accent. pierre says he's from the city but everyone can tell he's from the sea. he works the boat with pierre's brother and charles comes to visit and teaches him to write in their language, and not the language of the sea.

They're both a kind of happy that can't be explained, moody and changing and sometimes frightening. esteban stays with pierre in the room above the shop even though it's too small for both of them. and no one quite understands but they accept it, even when pierre and esteban fight loud enough that the whole town can hear it, even when esteban disappears for a week and pierre say it's to the city but everyone wonders if the stories are true. and esteban is visiting home.

THE END.

[deadrlngers]

3, 4, 9, 17 for ves and nix ‼️‼️‼️

more clownery from the two clowns :)

ask game

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

I think that for both it's a build up of things, it's a gradual realization. It comes from the little moments when Fenix finally sees how there's someone who's reliable and strives to help him and cares for his wellbeing and Vesper suddenly realizes that she smiled more in the last week than in the last 2 years, when they're together in such a busy city like the one they live in and it suddenly feels like it's just the two of them in the whole world, in the smiles and laughs and longing stares, it's all an explosive mix until they just have to surrender to the realization..they make me white knuckle grip the sink fr.

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

It's the small little things for me!!!!!!!!!! Fenix getting a little :) seeing Vesper bicker with her brother like they are 15 y/o, or when it's just the two of them and she allows herself to be a little soft, to get a little cuddly,,and says he's Everything to her; Vesper melting like an ice cube under the sun when he gets all funny and cracks jokes and does his stupid little grin and she has to fight back her smile to not stroke his silly ego and then fails every single time. When Fenix goes ti amo and Vesper doesn't know how to answer back in a mix of shyness and embarrassment and it's been 10+ years girl get a grip!!! When Fenix begins rambling about whatever book or thing only him and other 5 ppl in the world are interested in and she says 'u look very handsome when u get all clever' and he's like 👉👈 who, me? genuinely so unwell about them let's move on

9. What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

Inch resting question fr. Vesper thinks of the present, living the current day type of feel, and while a 'forever and ever for the rest of our days' lives somewhere in her mind she doesn't actively think of it, mainly out of fear of the future. Fenix on the other hand is a lover. A hater on the surface then a hater deep down and i'm sure there's some more hater until we reach lover BUT it's there and it got unlocked the moment he got with Vesper. I think he genuinely hopes and dreams of spending every moment of his life with her, he's the type of fella that looks back at his life and goes it would have zero meaning if you weren't there with me, he's so sweet :// plus neither of them ever thought of stuff like marriage because they both considered it smth that was never going to be for them until Fenix was like (dead serious, heart about to explode in his chest) we should get married :') and Vesper was like haha you're hilarious :) wait what do u mean it's not a joke. They are building a life together yea <3

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

Game events are the longest 'i want to be left alone by every single person in the world' event Vesper had so that tells you that, in the face of a crisis or rough times that personally involve her, she prefers to be left alone which isn't exactly the greatest choice let's be honest. She thinks that she can handle everything on her own, pushes Fenix away when he tries to offer his help, she simply needs to swim in her own pool of desperation sjfjsjk

Fenix wants to be on his own after a fight, just like Vesper tbh but while she could keep on fighting for hours he just walks away before saying stuff he could regret. He's veeery good at saying stuff he could regret later, especially when he's angry himself which doesn't happen that much, seems unlikely but it's very hard to make Fenix lose his temper but when it happens it's..not a pretty show

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

poly fluff alphabet, n - z, kir royale :D

Ask Game!

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?

Because Lumio and Mieran don't need to /get ready/ for bed, they'll often snuggle in the bed while Alee and Vesper are in the bathroom. Vesper has a tendency to stand behind Alee, his tail between their legs, while they rest their chin on his head. They use this position to brush their teeth or watch him put his face cream on.

After that its usually the same, Alee will crawl into bed and slot himself into Mieran's arms, burying his face into his neck. Vesper will spoon Alee from behind while Lumio throws his leg over Mieran and Alee's to make sure they're touching Vesper in SOME way. Lumio usually also does the same with his arm.

Alee has a habit of getting his tail in the way, so he'll usually loosely wrap it around Lumio's thigh. Vesper uses xyr tail to do what Lumio does, ensuring xyr tail is laid over the other three comfortably.

Sometimes they'll chat, usually Vesper starts snoring within minutes cause man xe's tired af.

o = open; how open is everyone with one another?

They're all open with each other its just mainly a matter of how they represent that is different person to person. The openness between Lumio and Alee looks different than Vesper and Mieran, for instance.

Alee is the worst about hiding things from the others though.

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?

They have no qualms. Alee I think is the only one who denies it, but only in front of his mother before they get married. After that, hes very open about it. Good amount of both actions and words. Lots of fluffy praise or someone doing something for each other.

Lumio isn't going to hold open the door for anyone, but they're the first to offer their cloak when its raining. Mieran always reaching for someone's hand when they're out. Alee is always happy to drive them to date locations. and Vesper is big on always standing close.

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?

Vesper and Mieran are a mix of both, with Mieran leaning to staying at home. Lumio likes to get out, and Alee likes staying home. The thing about Lumio wanting to go out though is its very much like having a puppy on a leash that is much stronger than you.

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?

the only one who ISN'T a sap is Lumio :sob: but he just reciprocates what he gets so I mean he also may as well be

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?

Alee and Vesper in that order. Animal sorcerers you understand.....

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?

Alee and Vesper are the KINGS of "you should see me when im in love its disgusting" the shit they be saying is so fucking embarrassing sometimes. Alee uses the most nicknames for others though, his personal favourite is "lightbulb" for lumio. Lumio doesn't really use nicknames as much reading back through some of their dialogue, but they still use some standard ones.

Pretty much everyone calls Alee sunshine, Vesper gets some star or moon related ones, for Alee, Mieran is his "angel", and Lumio is his "wolf". lots of "my love" and "baby" and "my heart" they're all gay

u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?

lumio. vesper gets looped in, mieran entertains, alee is the voice of reason. it was lumio who prompted vesper to shoot the ceiling that one time after all

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?

Big trips with the kids! Each trip location is chosen by one of them, and it switches each time. This is how they end up adopting children all the time btw

w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?

They're all self conscious in their own ways. Mieran is probably the worst though. Insecurities are handled on a case by case basis but GOD Alee's are the worst to deal with because he'll pretend they don't exist until something bad happens

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?

Vesper Vesper Vesper! Xe has to go away the most for Mixtio stuff, so xe's always calling or texting the gc to see what the others are up to. Xe'll also make sure that the other two are home so that Alee isn't all on his own

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

I don't think anybody is THAT bad. But Mieran is deffo kinda the worst about it imo. Using that apprentice-master telepathy to inquire what Lumio is up to. Calling Alee when he has a long shift at the hospital. Going to see Vesper at the bar for no reason other than he wants to see xem. Mieran also is just in the best position to noticeably do all these things. they're all guilty of it to some degree.

Lumio and Alee will sometimes forget their partners exist tho when they get REALLY focused. sowwy

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?

Vesper was getting TIRED of how reserved Mieran and Alee were for their want of each other. The poor cat was so happy to go along with the ride but neither would drive the damn boat until they ended up locked in a closet together.

Vesper :handshake: Lumio; very happy to be here<3 Mieran :handshake: Alee; AAAAAAAAAAAAH

[spectrophobias]

do you have any thoughts on how Kaitlyn feels about the group in her ud verse?? 👀 does she have a favourite member of the friend group, a least favourite? Does she gravitate to anyone during the night or does she end up alone?

she spends the night making heart eyes at emily and then they get married and live happily ever after! /hj

no genuinely tho emily is definitely her favorite kfksks she loves a girly who takes no shit!! at first she's just kinda like "lmaooo i love this chick" bc emily is so mouthy to everyone but it definitely leads to a more genuine friendship. consequently, mike is probably her least favorite, tailed by jess and matt both. she doesn't even dislike matt as a person she just. kind of wants to bite him sometimes. jess is also just collateral damage where kaitlyn would get along fine with her otherwise LMAO like they are all out here catching strays bc kaitlyn loves verbally tag teaming people with emily (and she's gay)😔

she was probably also a little too supportive of the prank lmaooo bc she's like. why would hannah do that. if ur gonna try and steal someone's man stand BY it girl!!!!! she has a lot of pity for josh but not a lot of guilt which i'm sure goes over with him like a ton of bricks lol. she's going to have so much fun in this au i'm sure!!!

ashley and chris are fine, kaitlyn loves a good nerd romance!!! LMAO she thinks they should probably just get a room already

she also thinks sam is fine, maybe a little too nice, especially surrounded by the rest of them bc omg. honey are u lost. how did u get in the middle of this fucking mess. she would like to see her just start biting people!

so uh.... like i said she probably doesn't have a great night bc she is very unrepentant LMAO. she feels Bad but she's like ? sorry we did not kill them ? who the fuck runs into a snow storm in a lodge with like 60 rooms? average reddit user tbh /j. she'd probably feel worse if she thought about it too hard but she's way too proud to, she doesn't want to take responsibility when not a single good choice was made by anyone that night kfkslf like it's done and it sucked! so if the night had gone as planned i think josh would have gone hard with the ghosts to make her absolutely lose her mind and admit some sort of culpability because like.... kaitlyn will fist fight a murderer?? u know what she can't fist fight?? some ghosts and her own conscience !! so i almost want to say she would end up corralled off on her own at first?? obviously she's very final girl material kgkskfns she could definitely spend a lot of the night alone but if she has any say in it she's gravitating towards emily bc she's the only one she trusts to be decisive and at least semi-logical in a high stress situation. also she's hot! so tbh for kaitlyn it's her or nothing LMAO anyone else is just slowing her down and needs to hunker down and wait for the morning. thank u for coming to my ted talk!!

[jeonbunnie]

heartbreak anniversary

pairing: reader x jeongguk

anon requested: “hello ♡ my request is an angst break up fic based on heartbreak anniversary with jeongguk please.”

summary: a run in with your ex has you seeking out closure.

genre: angst, fluff if u squint

content/warnings: flower shop!au, established relationship, unrequited love, breakups.

soundtrack: heartbreak anniversary — giveon

a/n: I had a lot of fun looking into the flower meanings on this one.I hope you enjoy it! (not beta’d).

word count: 2.4k

♪ Heartbreak anniversary, do you ever think of me? ♪

You met Jeongguk in spring when the world was flush with pink, petals carrying in the wind, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

It was your first week of college when everything was exciting and new and so scary to be off on your own. On the first day of class, you ran into him, erupting in a flurry of notes scattered throughout the air when you collided.

You were too nervous and deep into your first-day meltdown to see the meet-cute for what it was. But how could you not fall for him? After he helped you pick up your notes, he flashed you a dimpled smile to settle your nerves and then, in a gesture of sheer kindness, insisted on walking you to your class to be sure you were okay.

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeongguk. How could you not? With a face like that and a heart of gold, it seemed like you were fated.

He was your first everything. First kiss. First love. First time. And back then, it really felt like he’d be in your life forever.

You made long-term plans. After graduation, you’d move in together, finish up your graduate studies, get married and spend the rest of your lives together.

Although Jeongguk didn’t end up being in your life forever, he was only passing through.

He broke up with you in the fall, four years after that glorious first spring.

You only lasted a couple of months outside of college. It turned out that living together was all Jeongguk needed to realize he didn’t want forever. You never got to see him with the cherry blossoms ever again.

Now you hate spring. It reminded you of false hope and broken promises. All the plans you made together, so easily discarded, like the cherry blossoms that bloom only to scatter in the wind.

You hate fall, too. Because you can’t help but remember how the first of the leaves fell, sweeping across the park when Jeongguk took your hand and told you he wanted to end things.

“What are you saying?”

“I think we should take a break. “

“Take a break?” You asked through tears, “Or break up?”

“I just…. feel like I already have my whole life planned out. And it’s too much. It’s overwhelming. I can’t make any commitments right now; my heart’s just not in it.”

Jeongguk never said the words, but you knew what he really meant. You were too much. The look in his eye was enough to tell you that wherever his heart was, it wasn’t with you.

You remember how you felt on the walk home, cold and empty as the clouded gray sky above you. Ever since, gray skies only remind you of the day Jeongguk broke your heart.

It’d been a year since Jeongguk broke up with you. Almost two years to the day, a year, and seven months if you were counting (and you were).

You’re still not over him. You’ve been sulking in your apartment ever since the weather turned. Those cloudy, overcast fall days made you ache, and your breathing got just a little bit tighter.

Living in the same apartment you once shared was torture. Your days consisted of constant missing. You often lamented the space Jeongguk once took up: in your shared bed, wearing his oversized black t-shirt, staring at the box in the corner of your living room filled with the things he left behind (after a year, you should have returned them by now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it).

Mostly you sat with the terrible aching questions of unrequited love. How could he walk away from all the memories you built together? And did he think of you half as much as you thought of him?

Today especially, let yourself be a mopey, utterly pathetic mess. One minute you were on the couch whining to yourself about never finding love again. And then you forced yourself to snap out of it, dusted the crumbs off your shirt, and gave yourself a pep talk.

Jeongguk wasn’t the only one who could show you love. You could give yourself love, too. So instead of sitting around with a pint of ice cream, you got up, and went on a mission to your local florist: Spring Day Arrangements.

Okay, so you might have stolen the idea from some tik tok. But who cares? It got you out of the house, didn’t it?

Besides, the creator of the positive self-care page @loveyourself had a point. When was the last time you did something nice for yourself? When you thought about it, you really couldn’t remember. So you decided to treat yourself to one of your favorite bouquets.

The last time you received flowers, they were a gift from Jeongguk. Before you dated him, you used to buy yourself flowers all the time. So naturally, picking up your personal bouquet felt like a step in the right direction.

You took your time in the store, browsing around sunflowers, roses, and peonies before settling on the flower you always got: petunias.

The purple flowers always seemed sweet and dainty to you. You approached the florist, fully intending to ask for a bouquet of them, but stopped short upon seeing the slight grimace on his face.

“Is something wrong…” you glanced down at the gold-plated name tag on his apron. “Namjoon? Are they out of season?”

The man gave you a tentative smile, cheek dimpling with the effort. “Oh, it’s nothing like that. It’s just…those flowers have a negative connotation.”

You blinked in surprise. “Really? I always thought they symbolized hope.”

Namjooon hummed, wrinkling his nose a bit. “Mhmm… That’s true. However, they are mainly known to represent anger and resentment.”

Geez. And to think you intended to buy these as a gift to cheer yourself up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to trouble you,” said Namjoon, reading the look on your face. “I just thought you might want to know if you were preparing a gift.”

You waved your hand. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad you told me, as I meant to buy the flowers for myself.”

You sighed, looking around the shop, eyes trailing for a suitable flower substitute, when your gaze landed on a sad bunch of confetti balloons. Across the front, the words’ Happy Anniversary!’ were printed cheerfully in primary colors, though the wilted spheres looked just as deflated as you felt inside.

“Those were the only flowers I wanted. But I guess I’m better off leaving here empty-handed, huh?”

“If you don’t mind, could I arrange something for you?”

You smiled at his kind offer. “I’d like that.”

“Anything you’d like in particular? Perhaps a color I can go by?”

You shook your head, “Surprise me.”

Namjoon smiled, mentioning that he’d be just a minute before disappearing in the back.

Alone, you tapped your fingers against the counter and then explored the lux flora. You admired daffodils, carnations, and lilies, tilting your face towards them, leaning in to breathe in their fragrance. When you heard the tinkling of the store bell, you paid it no mind, off in your own world. So it came as a surprise when you heard someone call your name.

“Y/n?”

You immediately freeze, dread creeping down your back. You anticipated this moment; you’d inevitably run into Jeongguk in this small college town but not here, in this little florist shop, on the anniversary of your break up.

The instinct to flee told you to duck behind the monstera plant next to you and hide, but it was too late; Jeongguk had already spotted you.

You sidestepped from around the flowers to face him even though, on the inside, you were panicking. This could not be happening.

Your heart was in your throat when, by the time, he stopped a few feet in front of you.

“Hi,” He breathed out, voice light and airy.

“Um, hi,” you croak out. You glance over Jeongguk’s signature black look, trying to focus on anything but those bright brown eyes that always made you melt.

“Wow…I-i didn’t expect to run into you here.”

That was an understatement. You wished you’d chosen something to wear other than your gray sweat set to run into your ex but at least you weren’t caught off guard in your PJs.

You picked at the bottom of your sweater. “Is running into me a good thing or a bad thing?”

“A good thing, really.”

Jeongguk’s voice was clear and even-toned. Still, it made you nervous to know you caught him by surprise.

Uncomfortable, you changed the subject. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a gift,” he said, looking down.

It’s then that you realize he has a bouquet in his hands. Pretty red roses arranged in pastel wrapping paper.

“Oh,” you said.

A gift. Jeongguk said it so casually, like he was picking up groceries. But you know what those red roses meant.

He had a girlfriend.

Jeongguk looked down, long hair falling in his face as he lowered his eyes. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed, though it didn’t do much to soothe the pain in your heart.

“I should get going,” he said, looking to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick you knew all too well.

You nod, mumbling goodbye as you watch him hurriedly turn on his heel and stride toward the exit.

It dawns on you then that the person he bought those flowers for must be waiting for him. Maybe they were meeting on a date or spending a cozy night in; who knew? But the mental image of it, the mere thought of him devoted to another, shattered something in you—you couldn’t just watch him walk away. Not without an answer to the burning question that kept you up late at night.

“Jeongguk, wait!” You said, feet carrying you to the door.

Jeongguk halted in his tracks, one hand in the door as he looked back at you over his shoulder.

The words tumble from your mouth. “Did you ever really love me?”

Jeongguk’s eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “What?”

“I’m sorry I have to ask—I have to know,” you said. “Because I’m not okay. You ended us like it meant nothing like I meant nothing to you. And ever since, I’ve wondered, was any of it real?”

You spent months analyzing every aspect of your relationship, every last word, every message he sent, hoping to find proof that you hadn’t loved him in vain, but you couldn’t.

“Our breakup broke me, but you seem fine. You even moved on—and I don’t resent you for that, I don’t —I just can’t understand how you walked away from me so easily,” you said, throat raw as you held back tears.

Jeongguk shook his head, a flurry of curls spiraling around his face. “How could you think that? Of course, I loved you.”

You don’t know if you should’ve felt relief or agony hearing the word ‘loved,’ but you listened to every word he said.

“It wasn’t easy,” said Jeongguk. He let go of the door and turned to face you. “Ending us was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was real. All of it was real.”

All tension leaves your body. Somehow, those were the words you needed to hear most. You needed to know that you weren’t alone in mourning your relationship.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wasn’t happy anymore.”

The words sound almost too good to be true. But when you saw Jeongguk’s eyes, soft and earnest, you knew he was telling the truth. You glance down at the bouquet in his hand, thinking of his new love.

“Are you happy now?”

Jeongguk nodded, lips curving into a small smile.

It takes all your strength to return that smile. “Then I’m happy for you.”

“You don’t have to say that—“

“I know,” you said. “But I mean it.”

And you did. Even though it pained you to know the truth, you’d be lying if you said you wanted Jeongguk to move on. You were still in love with him and probably always would be, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to be anywhere near as miserable as you.

And Jeongguk looked…happy. Even with the shock of seeing you, you could tell. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were shiny and bright, and he had that look—the one he used to give you.

But this time, you knew the love there was for another.

“Someone like you deserves a lot of love,” you said. “I’m glad you’ve found it…even if I couldn’t be the one to give it to you.”

“Thanks…”

There’s nothing left to say now. All the words between you have been spoken. But a weight has been lifted, and there’s an easiness that you couldn’t feel before.

“It was really good to see you,” said Jeongguk, shifting on his feet. “Take care, (Y/n).”

“You too,” you whisper.

And though your heart ached to say those three little words—you don’t.

Instead, you watched the man you loved turn around and walk away from you again. The bell chimed again, signaling his departure, but Jeongguk hesitated at the door, his back facing you.

“I think about you all the time,” he confessed. “Especially in the spring.”

And then he was gone.

The silence that followed his absence was thick and heavy. You returned to the counter, lost in your thoughts. The minutes you spent in his company felt like hours, time so distorted you couldn’t help but startle at the next voice to grace your ears.

“Your arrangements ready,” said Namjoon, holding up one of the most stunning bouquets you’ve ever seen.

You gasped as he placed the blue and purple flowers in your hands. You gasped. “What are they?”

“Columbines, hydrangeas, and iris.”

“I hope they have a much better meaning than the petunias.”

Namjoon offered you a sympathetic smile. “I think these are much closer to the initial feeling you were going for.”

“They’re beautiful,” you said, still in awe of the delicate petals. How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Namjoon fixed you with a firm look that let you know there was no room to argue.

“It’s a gift.”

At his kindness, your eyes tear up. “Thank you,” you said, wiping quickly at your tears.

“You okay?” Asked Namjoon.

There’s a part of your heart that still feels a bit tender, but you can’t deny that a part of you was relieved at the little closure you found.

No,” you said, cradling the bouquet to your chest. “But I will be.”

Namjoon’s Bouquet:

Columbines (purple) - Resolution

Hydrangeas - Gratitude for being understood

Iris - Hope

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

[outerbankspov]

Good morning. (RC)

- unedited. Fluff

You open your eyes and look over to see your husband sleeping on his stomach. One hand possessively around your waist while the other one lays under his pillow that’s supporting his head. You smile and you see the freckles on his back, you feel like a creep just knowing how many freckles on his back! But then again… you’ve known him your whole life and been in a relationship with him for 4 of of those years before being married for 2. So he’s you definitely know everything about him and his body.

“Stop staring at me creep” you gasp and his tired self smiles at you. Blue eyes captivating your soul.

“Hi baby” you beam with a huge smile on your face.

“Morning my wife” he says, pulling you closer to him. Face to face now you kiss him gently. Even after 2 years of being his wife, he still finds away to still call you that every morning.

“Morning husband” you blush and cuddle into his exposed chest. “Wish we can stay here all morning” you mumble into his chest. Skin on skin has always been so important to you both, connection and love. That’s why you both wear nothing to her but underwear- sometimes not and when you decide to be a little bad… you push up against his bare cock, and that results to you having the best sex in the morning.

“Why can’t we?” He says while kissing your forehead. You both hear knocking on the door and smile at each other.

“Mama, dada. Opennn” your daughter whines.

“Should we?” He laughs. God his laugh is so beautiful I can hear it all day in my headphones or on speaker if I can.

“Fine” I pull away and grabs Rafe’s shirt on the floor and pulls it over my head.

“You look good with my shirt on.” His eyes take in your body and bites your lip.

“Thank you baby” you open your bedroom door to see your daughter sitting on the floor with a huge pouty face. You giggle and pick her up.

“Morning sunshine” you say pinching her cheek lightly. “Morning mommy.” She gives you a kiss in the cheek and looks at her dad.

“Daddy!!!” She yells and I go onto the bed and she jumps on him.

“Morning peaches” he gives her a kiss on the cheek and lays between them. “Can I sleep here?” You and Rafe both look at each other and nods.

“Yes!” She turns into her back and lays down. “And can you scratch my back?” They both nodded. Grabbing y’all phones you began to text.

-

Rafe❤️‍🩹: thank you for believing me and changing me, I love you my wife.

Y/N🫂: I love u more! Remember you changed for yourself to!!

Rafe❤️‍🩹: you are the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our kids.

Y/N🫂: always and forever?

Rafe❤️‍🩹: always and forever!

-

You both put your phones down and lean in to kiss each other.

“Sarah is picking laci up for the day, what we doing?”

“Mm ima take you out or keep you in this bedroom all day.” He smirks. He grabs your hand and you both get up, you both place the pillows on the side the bed the keep your daughter safe.

“Bath?” You nod and you walk to the bathroom.

“Start the bath and I’ll get some orange juice” he says. You nod with joy and removes your close before setting the bath and Rafe walks in and undresses as well. “Ready?”

You nod and he gets in first and you sit across from him with your knees to your chest and a huge smile. “What you smiling about?” He says while splashing you. Signaling you to lift your feet on his chest. You do and giggle. “How happy I am” you say softly. Rafe begins to rub your feet and you smile happily.

“I love you so so much. You are my family.” He kisses your top feet and you smile. “I love you more baby” you put your feet down and moved to straddle his body and relax.

(I will be taking requests for dad Rafe!)

[melis-writes]

oo what if Victoria told Michael about Arthur, a lawyer she went out with, years after they got married 😏can u imagine Michael’s jealousy esp cause Arthur is someone she has a lot these in common with 😭😭

Omgggggg!! Okay, I definitely missed writing jealous Michael, honestly lmaoooo! 😂😳❤

“Sooooo…” You slip off your kitten heels, curling up next to Michael on the patio swing with a grin. “You must have missed me, huh?”

“Did I?” Michael murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I missed you all last night but I certainly wouldn’t miss seeing the sight of dozens of lawyers stuffed in one room.”

“Fair enough,” you giggle, unable to help yourself from blushing at the sight of Michael so relaxed and casual; only in a loose white dress shirt with the unbuttons halfway undone and a pair of black trousers—his hair simply brushed through and tousled as the two of you spend time with one another at the estate’s gazebo.

“How was it, baby?” Michael pulls out his cigarette pack from the pocket of his trousers before planting a kiss over your cheek. “I know I didn’t get a proper chance to ask how the reunion went last night because you were so exhausted.”

“Oh, I think if you asked I’d probably have fallen asleep answering the question halfway.” You admit, sheepishly. “I didn’t expect the event to last so long, for one and I almost certainly didn’t expect everyone to show.”

“Full party, hmm?” Michael puts a cigarette in his mouth, tossing his pack onto the patio table next to him. “All the graduates from 1945 were there?”

“Just about,” you nod as Michael takes out his lighter and cups his hand around the flame to light up his cigarette. “Salvatore Romano’s family was there too, you know. I know he technically never ‘graduated’, per say as he should have, but his parents knew how much he loved Dartmouth so they wanted to have a little celebration to honour his memory.”

“Hmm.” Michael leans back, relaxing his muscles as you both swing back and forth slowly. “I would have hoped you’d remind that brother of yours about this.”

“No use, believe me.” You cross your arms with a soft sigh. “I got so emotional just seeing them cry over Salvatore’s graduation portrait, I had to actually separate myself from them. They didn’t come to celebrate, they came to grieve.”

“Understandable,” Michael nods at you, “but at the same time their loss isn’t shared by everyone else. I don’t personally see it appropriate to do that at a celebration, but a funeral.”

“Right.” You run your hands up and down Michael’s arm as his hand rests over your thigh, massaging as you go. “I decided the only way I was going to enjoy my evening tear free was seeing all my colleagues and sorority sisters there too. Lots of familiar faces.”

“I always found it interesting we were both involved with sororities and fraternities.” Michael gazes at you. “Wouldn’t surprise me if Niccolo and Verona did the same.”

“Very true.” You chuckle, “but also too soon to tell. Is it true that’s where you met most of your girlfriends?”

“My girlfriends?” Michael raises his brows at you, but doesn’t sense any semblance of jealousy from your tone of voice or over your expression.

“Yeah.” The grin on your lips grows wider as you gently nudge Michael. “Or was Fredo lying to me all those years back when he told me Moe Greene teased you about ‘all those cheerleaders’ you went out with?”

“Fredo,” Michael rolls his eyes and takes a short drag out of his cigarette. “Of course Fredo told you. No, it wasn’t a lie. That did happen.”

“How many?” Curiosity grows in your eye as you tug on Michael’s arm. “Tell meee…”

“Baby, who cares?” Michael rests his head against the patio swing cushion, looking at you. “Nothing but pointless college flings and relationships years back—unless it’s bothering you?”

“Bothering me?” You burst into a fit of giggles, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, why would that bother me? You take me as the very jealous type?”

“Maybe.” Michael chuckles, holding his cigarette between his fingers and stealing a kiss from your lips. “Either way, it amuses me. Why do you ask?”

“Just seems like something the Michael Corleone would do.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders innocently.

“College flings are pointless.” Michael flicks off the ashes on the tip of his cigarette. “You’ve had them yourself, hmm?”

“Yeah, very, very pointless and spontaneous.” You agree, “just one casual relationship and the rest is history.”

Michael pauses, instantly feeling a spike of jealousy shoot through him. “Casual relationship?”

“Hmm?” You blink back at Michael, having no intention on purpose to actually make him jealous as the words just slipped out of your mouth.

“You were in a relationship with someone?” Michael’s eyes dart back to you as he puts his cigarette in his mouth.

“Yeah, but just one.” You exhale softly, relaxing. “That was waaaaaay back, I’m talking 1942, 1943.”

“You didn’t tell me that.” Michael points out. “I would have remembered.”

“Would you?” You hold back your giggles, “does it maaaaaatter, Michael? Years and years ago, remember? It’s all water under the bridge now. He and I bumped into each other last night and—”

“Who is he?” Michael’s question comes out much more stern than even he anticipated to speak out as.

“Michael, baby,” you can’t help but almost feel a little thrilled at the sudden sight of Michael growing very jealous. “Come on.”

“He was a lawyer too?” If anything, Michael feels his blood run hot just asking the questions.

Although the relationship you and Arthur Kirkland had was over a decade ago before you and Michael even knew of one another, just the mention of another man loving you and being with you romantically stuns Michael with immense possessiveness.

“Mhmm. His name is Arthur Kirkland.” You decide to play along, knowing the most Michael will do is accompany you to Dartmouth reunions as your husband but nowhere near anything violent or ridiculous such as how your brother Lorenzo had Salvatore Romano killed.

An instant look of annoyance crosses over Michael’s face as he diverts his attention to his cigarette. “Two lawyers dating one another, huh? How did that happen?”

You get that it’s a rhetorical, sarcastic question but there’s no way you’re not answering it now. “We had more than enough in common and couldn’t stop bumping into each other outside of lectures and seminars, let alone in class.”

“Should have married him.” Michael mutters, blowing out smoke to his side.

“What’s that?” You lean in, giggling. “Is that…?” You kiss the tip of Michael’s nose, “jealousy?”

“You’re teasing me.” Michael rolls his eyes. “I am no such thing, I was merely curious.”

“Sure, sure.” You laugh softly, plopping back down on the patio swing and putting your feet up on Michael’s lap. “I saw how fast your mood changed the minute I mentioned it! So Michael Corleone can date cheerleaders but I’m the bad guy for dating Mr. Kirkland?”

“Not at all, I wouldn’t imply so.” Michael puts out his cigarette, not impressed at all whatsoever with the conversation. “Just that you saw him last night, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you graze your tongue over your teeth as Michael begins to rub over your legs and thighs. “Of course he was there, we graduated together.”

“My absence aside, I’m sure the two rocks on your fingers told him you were happily married.” Michael gestures to your engagement ring and wedding band over your hands.

“Mhmm.” You giggle quietly. “Don’t worry, he knows. He congratulated me about it. It’s hard to miss, not like that jealousy of yours.”

“You can keep saying that word but it has no meaning to me.” Michael pulls you up onto his lap by your thighs. “All I know is that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“All I know,” you repeat after Michael, cupping his cheeks. “Is that you’re jealous.”

“Victoria—” Michael groans in annoyance.

“And sooooo sexy,” you tease, kissing him over the mouth. “Mmm, mwah. You’re mine now and forever,” you hold up Michael’s ring finger, waving his hand in his face. “Just as we promised each other eight years ago. No cheerleaders involved.”

“No ‘Arthur Kirkland’ involved.” Michael squeezes your thighs, looking at you expectantly.

“All gone and forgotten in the past, baby. You’re still jealous though,” you giggle quietly as you straddle Michael’s lap.

“Stop saying that word and just kiss me already.” Michael rolls his eyes again, leaning into you.