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Rum & Splash of Eggnog | Bucky Barnes x reader

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11. “Woah there… have a little eggnog with your rum.”

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Finally, it was here. Christmas break! These last two weeks before Christmas break have been absolute hell and absolute chaos. Being a middle school teacher, it was hard enough keeping the kids attention to learn but when the kids return from Thanksgiving break and Christmas nears? It’s hopeless. The students minds were on Christmas break and hyped up like the energizer bunny. It was exhausting and you felt like you were dragging yourself day after day.

You threw open the door of your shared apartment, practically dragging your feet through the door. It felt like you’d been thrown through the ringer half a million times.

“please tell me-” You start as you walk through the apartment toward the kitchen. There he stood, your love. your best friend and the man of your dreams. He started with an R and ended with an M. Oh and there was Bucky, two empty glasses with ice already in his hand.

“Have I said how much I love you?” You dropped your bags and coat in the middle of the kitchen, kicking your shoes off without a care in the world. You’d worry about picking it up later. Right now, you deserved a drink.

He chuckles, “me or the rum?” he asks jokingly, setting the glasses down on the island in front of you as you plopped down in the stool. “And there’s eggnog in the fridge to go along with it.”

You don’t even hear him, twisting open the bottle of rum and pouring you a glass.

Bucky turns around with the carton of eggnog in his hand, his eyes going wide as he watches you down the glass of pure rum. “Woah there… have a little eggnog with your rum.”

If looks could kill. Bucky immediately closes his mouth. Abort mission, Bucky, abort mission. He fixes him a glass of eggnog and rum, as you pour yourself another, however this time you do add the eggnog.

You take a deep breath, shoulders sagging in exhaustion. Bucky rounds the kitchen island toward you, rubbing your back. You groan as his hand puts more pressure, kneading out the knots.

“I’ve also planned your favorite for dinner tonight. Along with a bucket of chocolate chip cookie dough, your favorite christmas movies and even picked up those matching christmas pjs you begged me to buy.” Bucky says with a kiss to your temple, “and I have a hot bath with candles and your favorite bubble bath already ran.”

You lean into his side, “I don’t deserve you.” This Christmas break was going to be the best one yet.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Can I please have a #11 from the seasonal prompt list, " have a little eggnog with your rum " middle school teacher in these past 2 weeks have been hell on Wheels LMAO and I'm so glad it is winter break, I need booze and Bucky

Oh god I can only imagine! You definitely need (and deserve) rum with a hint of eggnog

I will add it to my list!

Just posted it here:)

#seasonal prompt list 2022: christmas

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Scrooge | Rafe Cameron x reader

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10. “So…do you still hate Christmas?”

14. “Tis the season, I guess.”

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It was the Cameron’s annual Christmas Party at their luxurious home on the inter-coastal waterway. The entire home was lit up in warm white lights, large wreaths on each of the windows and a Christmas tree on each of the porches. Green wreaths hung over the doors and were wrapped around the large bannisters on the front of the home. Rose didn’t spare any expense, even hiring someone design and decorate the home.

Plenty of food and drinks lined the tables on the inside of the home. The inside of the home was decorated just as beautiful as the outside, matching with the garland, red bows, warm white lights and an overly large christmas tree in the middle of the foyer.

And Rafe hated it. He hated Christmas. It was always full of fake parties and fake family gatherings. There was no Christmas spirit in the Cameron’s house. Most of the time after this large party the family was whisked away to the Caribbeans, Bahamas or even Hawaii one year only to return before the school year started back.

It was your first Christmas together and when you’d brought up what his family traditions were one day over dinner as Christmas neared, you were surprised at the hostility toward Christmas Rafe gave off. He told you he hated it. Which broke your heart because it was your favorite holiday.

Wearing a beautiful velvet red dress you arrived at the Cameron’s home close to party time, only to be greeted by the Cameron’s butler and no sign of Rafe. You frown as you make your way through the home, admiring the beautiful decorations. “Rafe?”

You found him by the drinks, a small glass of whisky in his hand, “Hi,” You greeted with a smile.

He returns the smile, taking in your beauty, “Wow. You look gorgeous.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek taking note of your lipstick.

“Rafe, the house is beautiful.” You gaze around the room, “Rose outdid herself.”

Rafe hums in response, “You mean Jessica outdid herself. Rose had nothing to do with the decorations. She hired someone.”

“Oh,” You frowned. It was a family tradition for you and your family to decorate the home together. There was no formality and most of the decorations didn’t match, but that’s what made it special.

Rafe makes you a glass handing it to you and clinks his against yours, “Tis the season, I guess.” He throws back the rest of his drink, “god I fucking hate this holiday.”

You frown at his comment, your very own scrooge, and take a sip, “You know my family is decorating the house tomorrow, I’d love for you to come.” You place a hand on his arm as he leads you to the rest of the party outside on the terrace.

“I really don’t like Christmas, y/n, you know that.”

“But it’s my favorite holiday and I would love to spend it with you. Can’t you do that for me? We can bake Christmas cookies, decorate the tree, drive around to see lights- all of my family Christmas traditions!”

Rafe sighs in defeat, seeing the glee in your eyes, “I’m only doing this for you. I want to make you happy.”

You smile, “By the time Christmas is over, I guarantee it will be your favorite too.”

“Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart.”

It was finally Christmas morning at your home. Rafe had skipped the family trip, insisting he wanted to spend Christmas with you and your family and his family didn’t disagree.

A fire crackled in the fireplace. The tree is lit up and decorated with ornaments from your childhood. Christmas music played softly in the background and the smell of your mother’s famous Christmas breakfast lingered in the air.

Rafe is sitting on the couch in his pjs, admiring his surroundings and taking it all in. A real family Christmas and his first. He’d experienced all of your family Christmas traditions and at first he was weary, only wanting to make you happy. There was no way he would turn around and actually like christmas after hating it all these years, but here he was sitting on the couch in matching PJs sad to see it all coming to an end.

You enter the living room, two cups of steaming hot cocoa, whipped cream and a peppermint stick on top.

Rafe smiles when he sees you, taking the cup from you, “thank you baby.”

You carefully sit next to him, curling into his side as you sip the hot chocolate. You peek up at him, seeing the matching glee in his eyes. “So…do you still hate Christmas?”

He takes a sip of his hot chocolate, remnants of the whipped cream on his lip. It makes you giggle and you wipe it off with your finger.

He holds you closer to him, gazing around at the living room, the presents surrounding Christmas tree and the stockings hung on the mantle, full of goodies. He eyes the one on the very end, you’d helped him pick it out. His very own Christmas stocking.

His lips press softly against your temple as he mumbles against you, “You’ve made me love Christmas.”

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Whistling Blizzard | Bucky Barnes x reader

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56. “I’m snowed in at this god forsaken cabin in the middle of no where with someone I hate. On Christmas Eve. How do you think I feel?”

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What was supposed to be a quick in and out mission, turned out to be one of the worst and longest missions you’d experienced. Here it was, Christmas Eve and you’re stuck with the one person you couldn’t stand.

You and Bucky had somehow got separated from Sam during the mission and ended up in an abandoned cabin, in the middle of no where. You’d sent word to Sam, but he said due to the incoming blizzard, there would be no rescue team until tomorrow morning, which unfortunetly was Christmas morning.

You should have been back at your home by now in front of a cozy fire, listening to Christmas music and eating your weight in chocolate chip cookies and milk to wash it down.

But no, you’re sitting on a dusty and dingy couch that hadn’t seen the light of day in a decade, an overwhelming moldy smell and freezing your tail off.

With a huff Bucky plopped on the other end of the couch, sending dust particles in the air.

You coughed and Bucky mumbled a sheepish sorry.

“This is unbelievable.” You cross your arms over your chest, gazing out the window. The sun had already started to set and you could barely see through the large snow flurries beginning to fall and blanket the earth.

“I don’t know.” Bucky slides down the couch so he can lean his head on the back of the sofa comfortably, eyes closing, “I can finally get some peace and quiet.”

You glare at him from your seat, “You know this is all your fault, right? If you hadn’t-”

“Woah now,” His eyes fly open, his hand outstretched to stop you and ready to defend himself, “My fault?”

“yes, your fault!”

He sits up now, ready to begin this argument, “I wasn’t the one who suggested we go-”

“No, you just suggested we go guns blazing into the place without even evaluating what we were up against!”

“I knew we could handle it, but then you backed out and left Sam and I hanging. The two of us couldn’t take all of them. If you’d stayed and fought we’d have had a chance.” He stands, “I’m not going to sit here while you try to pin this on me.”

“Cause you know I’m right and you don’t want to admit it.” You call out after him.

He storms out of the cabin with a slam of the door.

That was Bucky for you, always leaving when things got tough or if he was backed in a corner. He never could admit his wrong doings. It was always someone else’s fault.

As the day began to fade and night set in, you found some candles, lining them around the room for at least some light. It was beyond freezing in the cabin and you had begun to worry that Bucky may have actually left you here. He wouldn’t have left you here, would he?

You rummaged through the cabin, trying to find anything you could use for warmth and found only a wool jacket and a blanket. Did Bucky get cold even with the super serum? You shook your head, why worry about him? He wouldn’t even think about your well being.

You wrapped yourself up on the couch in the blanket and jacket. As the blizzard intensified, the wind made a whistling noise against the wood of the cabin, sending a chill down your spine.

You jumped as the door opened and a gust of wind and snow blew through the cabin. Bucky quickly slammed the door shut with his foot and dropped the wood by the fire place.

He takes in your shivering form wrapped up on the couch, “We can’t have you freezing to death. Sam would never forgive me.” He mumbles as he works and gets a fire going, heat filling the cabin.

Bucky rubs his hands together, blowing into them as he stands near the fire for warmth, “You okay?”

“I’m snowed in at this god forsaken cabin in the middle of no where with someone I hate. On Christmas Eve. How do you think I feel?”

“What? You hate me?” He asks, sarcasm laced in his voice, “I had no idea!”

You roll your eyes, standing from your place on the couch and coming closer to the fire, “You’re a pompous jerk who never listens or ever admits when he’s wrong.”

“And you’re a stubborn and spoiled brat who thinks her way is the only way.” He fires back.

You lift your chin in confidence, “because my way is the only way.”

You and Bucky share a look and you try to hold back a laugh, but fail, which only makes him laugh “god, I hate you.”

You shrug, “I only match the feelings shown to me.”

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as the laughter dies down. The fire thawing your shivering form.

“I am really sorry you have to spend Christmas Eve with me. I know you’d much rather be home watching Christmas movies and doing whatever else you like to do.”

“I’m sure you’d much rather be doing something else too.”

He shrugs, muttering softly, “Honestly, this is better than spending Christmas Eve alone.”

There was a flicker of emotion as you stared at him in a different light. He was vulnerable, something you didn’t see very often and he was sharing that with you. A overwhelming fondness for him was brewing.

“You don’t do anything for Christmas?”

“Nope.” he places a piece of wood on the fire and it crackles, “What’s there for me to do? My family’s gone. And I don’t have anybody.”

He can see you looking at him with pity and he clears his throat, “anyways, I don’t mind it. I like the quiet.” He turns away from you to head back toward the couch but you stop him with a hand on his arm. He turns toward you, “What?”

“Why don’t you spend Christmas with me tomorrow? We can do all I had planned for Christmas Eve.” You give his arm a comforting squeeze, “Since it’s kind of your fault I’m missing out on it in the first place.” You say in a teasing tone.

He chuckles softly, “I don’t need your pity, y/n. I’ll be fine by myself.”

“maybe I won’t be okay being alone.” You try to suggest, turning it around, “I don’t want to spend another Christmas alone.” You knew he wouldn’t show his vulnerable side again out of embarrassment for even letting that sliver of it show.

He stares down at you and without thinking, he slips a piece of hair behind your ear, his finger grazing your soft cheek.

Your mouth is slightly agape as you stare up at him, both of you lost in a trance.

His hand makes its way to your neck, his fingers hot against your skin. You watch his tongue dart out and wet his lips before he’s leaning toward you and pressing his lips against yours.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Hi!!!

Do you think you write something where JJ is panicking and he’s doing that thing where he rubs his chest and the reader is the only one to notice and they comfort him. Ik it’s cliche but I love soft JJ.

Thank you x

Hi!! I’ve actually done something similar based on season two of him and Kie but reader is the one who gets knocked off the boat.

However I’ll keep this request in the back of my mind in case inspiration arises!! 💗

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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42. “If I have to fake a smile for any longer I might actually commit murder so get me out of here as fast as you possibly can”

with Bucky- i imagine you are dragged to a holiday party by your family with people you don’t really know/or like. Everyone is just asking about what you do for work and over friendly with bucky. So you go on a walk/ leave early

Yes I love it! 💖🎄

Added to my list

#seasonal prompt list 2022: christmas

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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may i please request #10 and/or #14 from your winter prompts with rafe cameron? thank you 💕

Yes!! 🎄🎄💗💗

added to my list

#seasonal prompt list 2022: Christmas

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Spencer Reid enemies to lover in the works! read below for the summary:

Summary: Spencer Reid is going undercover. His task? Make the daughter of a famous drug dealer fall in love with him so he can get on the inside and take down your father once and for all.

He knows the number one rule of going undercover and that is: he can’t fall in love with you.

However, there’s a twist you’ll never see coming…

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Can’t go wrong with a good old Rival to Lovers!

So true!! 😍😍

Working on this now!

Summary: Spencer Reid is going undercover. His task? Make the daughter of a famous drug dealer fall in love with him so he can get on the inside and take down your father once and for all.

He knows the number one rule of going undercover and that is: he can’t fall in love with you.

However, there’s a twist you’ll never see coming.

#spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #Spencer reid x #spencer reid x reader fic #spencer reid x reader #Spencer reid x reader insert #Spencer Reid fics #spencer reid requests #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Seasonal Prompt List Requests!!! Christmas/Winter Edition

My inbox is EMPTY!! Send them in. Can be a prompt from the list or any one of your choosing!!

Can write it for any person on my who I write for list (or honestly just ask about someone and I may write for them!)

— adding top Gun Maverick characters Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Jake “Hangman” Seresin

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Requests! Come submit a request!

Currently feeling the inspiration to write for Spencer Reid, so send them in 💗

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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Eavesdropping | Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Klaus overhears you confess your true feelings toward him.

A/N: very very short but I enjoyed writing the drabble! I hope you all enjoy, thanks for requesting!

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You stood at the sink, scrubbing away at the dirty dishes, phone between your cheek and shoulder as you talk to one of your girlfriends. There would be a birthday party thrown in honor of another friend and currently she was trying to pursued you into taking a date.

“I don’t have someone I can take as my date,”

“yes you do! What about that blonde hunk always hanging around you? I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

You glance over your shoulder, making sure no one was home. The house was full of silence, “Klaus?” You ask, turning back to the dishes, “He.. he’s just a friend.”

“He is not! Girl, he is in love with you! No doubt.”

You softly sigh, “Well, if he would admit it, that would be fantastic. I’ve only been in love with him for 2 years now.”

“2 years?!”

“Yes! 2 whole years. He’s always been so hot and cold about me. I’ve never known his true feelings and I never wanted to overstep my boundaries and make things awkward. That’s the worst thing I could do.”

“Maybe now’s the time you should tell him. If I can see he’s in love with you, that has to be how he feels for you. Klaus would be dumb not to admit his true feelings for you. You’re a catch and he’d be lucky to have you!”

You drop your tone to only a mumble, “He’s so hot, y/f/n. and I am completely in love with him.” You groan, “I mean beautifully hot. Just.. his body is sculptured like a god. He has such a kind heart, even if he’s shown other people something completely opposite. He’s absolutely perfect.”

Unbeknownst to you, he’d walked into the kitchen, stopping in the door way to listen in on your conversation. He’d overheard his name over the phone and pondered what you two could be talking about. He was not expecting to hear what he did come out of your mouth.

He can’t help but smirk, “who’s absolutely perfect?”

Your body jumped at his voice, your phone dropping into the suds filled sink as you turn to face him, “Klaus!” You pressed a wet and sudsy hand over your heart.

He chuckles softly, stepping into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I only just walked in.”

You catch your breath, “So you didn’t hear the conversation?”

He shakes his head, “only the last part.” He pulls your phone from the sink, “this is a tragedy.” He holds your ruined phone in his hands, setting it aside, “Don’t worry love I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Considering it was your fault for scaring me!” You playfully hit him in the chest, leaving suds on his maroon shirt. You face the sink once more to finish the last few dishes.

He steps around you to walk away, a soft smirk on his face as he watches you for a moment, before whispering in your ear, “I’m very fond of hearing you speak of my body as being.. what was it you said? sculptured like a god?”

Your body went stiff flushing with embarrassment; he had overheard your conversation. “Klaus-”

Busted. By the time you’d turn around to face him, he was already exiting the kitchen.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 2 years

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Anyone taking requests for the handsome hunk Jake “Hangman” Seresin??

I have a fic request! It’s football season so I would love to see a fic where Jake and reader meet at a Texas Longhorns football game?? Reader knows her football and it’s love at first sight!

If you write it please tag me or know of a fic similar, tag me!! I BEG OF YOU

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 2 years

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New Co-Star | Rudy Pankow x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Rudy gets a hot new costar that will be playing JJ’s new love interest in the new season of Outer Banks and you get jealous.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

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Season 3 of Outer Banks had begun filming in Charleston, SC and after, a long week of filming, the cast decided a weekend of fun was needed. Especially since there were some new co-stars being added.

“So, you guys rented a beach house for this weekend?” You ask Rudy, as you begin packing. You two lived together in an apartment outside Charleston.

“Yup. We thought it would be a great way to get to know the new co-stars a bit better.” Rudy answers. However, he left out the part about the new co-star was his character, JJ’s new love interest for the show. One, he was under contract, and two, he knew how it would make you feel.

You were insecure, and who wouldn’t be? You’re dating one of the hottest new actors of the popular netflix show, outer banks. He had millions of fan girls, who would kill to be in your position and were very jealous of it. Very jealous of you.

You two began dating long before his acting career took off and after he became famous, it was a problem between the two of you. You always wondered why he wouldn’t leave you for someone better, someone prettier. He could have anyone he wanted now, but he still chose you? You didn’t understand. His answer was always the same and never strayed.

“Are you sure I should be tagging along..?” You stopped at the bed, your bathing suit in your hands, “it’s for you and your costars, not your significant others as well.”

“Madison said she wouldn’t come if you didn’t, especially since Mariah couldn’t be here this weekend.” Rudy says, hands on your hips, “you’re one of us, you know that, so yes, I’m sure you should be tagging along.” He kisses the back of your head, “now hurry up so we can leave, you know Chase will try to steal the master bedroom from us.”

When you arrive, the gang is there, minus one of the new costars, Tara Peterson (completely made this name up so sorry if this is your name) who’d yet to arrive.

Everyone is congregated in the kitchen, surrounding the large kitchen island, discussing dinner options. You’re seated on one of the stools next to Madison, who is showing you photos from her and Mariah’s trip to Disney. Rudy is standing beside you, his hand rubbing up and down your back and in his other hand a beer. Rudy had always been touchy feely, his love language being touch. He always wanted a hand on you, whether it be holding your hand, rubbing your back, on you thigh. It didn’t matter. It brought comfort to you, knowing he was there.

“Has Rudy told you about our new co-star?” Madison whispers to you after she finishes showing you the photos. She glances over her shoulder to make sure Rudy didn’t hear her. He was in conversation with Jonathan about a recent basketball game.

You shook your head, “You know he can’t tell me anything about the show. Contract.” You remind her, “Why? Is there something I should know?” You say with a frown.

“Come check out the porch with me. There’s a great view of the beach.” Maddie hops off the stool, grabbing your hand.

“Where you going? We’re trying to figure out dinner.” Rudy stops you, sensing you get up.

“You know I’m not picky. Madison wants to show me the balcony.”

Rudy glances to Madison, “I will bring her back.” Madison teases, rolling her eyes. “We’re just going outside.”

You quickly peck his lips, following madison outside. The two of you lean against the balcony, overlooking the beach. There were few beach goers. A few stragglers in the ocean and a few tents or umbrellas with chairs lined along the beach.

“JJ has a new love interest so, they’ve brought Tara Peterson on the show.”

“oh.” You frown, “Well, I guess that’s good, right?”

“No. Not good with Tara being on the show. She’s.. I don’t know. I don’t trust her. She’s a flirt. And I know Rudy is too nice to say anything to her.”

Your shoulder’s slump at the new information, “Have.. the two of them kissed? or has she ever tried anything?”

“Not that I know of. I know Rudy would never step out on you like that either.” She places a comforting hand on your arm, “You know that too. I can see the doubt running through your mind now. But I wanted to warn you about her before she got here. Since she is spending the entire weekend with us. She knows Rudy has a girlfriend, he’s made it clear to her.”

You nod, “Thank you for at least warning me. You know how much of a stickler Rudy is about breaking the contract. He won’t tell me anything about the new season!”

“Yeah,” she waves you off with a smile, “I don’t give a shit. Plus, you’re my best friend and i trust you.”

There’s some new commotion going on inside and you both can see through the sliding glass door that someone new had arrived and you assumed it was Tara.

You take a deep breath, following Madison inside. Rudy’s still standing where you’d left him, but Tara was in the middle of hugging Rudy.

Tara releases Rudy from the hug, noticing the two of you, “Madison, hey!” She smiles in greeting and then spots you, “and y/n right? Rudy’s girlfriend?”

She’s drop dead gorgeous. Perfect hair, perfect skin. Perfect teeth. She looks like she’s just stepped off a runway. A wave of insecurity rushes over you.

“You must be Tara, nice to meet you.” You give her a friendly smile, approaching Rudy, who opens his arms for you to cuddle into his side.

“Yeah! It’s nice to meet you too. I didn’t know we were bringing our significant others.” She leans on her hands against the island, “I thought this was just a weekend with the cast!”

A silence fills the air considering you were the only significant other. You knew it was a punch toward you being here, like you didn’t belong.

Chase is the one to quickly speak up, “y/n’s one of us, she’s pretty much been here from the beginning.”

“well, I hope you don’t mind if I steal him for a little while later.” She places a hand on his arm, “I wanted to run lines with him. We’re filming our kissing scene this week and I wanted to practice.” She sees your eyes widen in surprise, and quickly adds, “running lines of course!” she gently shakes his arm with a laugh, trying to cover herself.

You weren’t stupid though, you knew she meant to say it in that way, to make you feel threatened. You force a smile, “No, I don’t mind-”

“So, what are we doing for dinner, I am starving!” Tara interrupts.

This weekend was off to a great start.

“Your new love interest is pretty.” You say to Rudy as soon as he shuts the bedroom door. You two had beat chase to the master bedroom, which happened to have its own private balcony overlooking the beach.

He sighs, holding his arms out beside him in defeat, “I couldn’t say anything.”

“I know, because of your contract.” You take a seat on the edge of the bed, hands squeezing the mattress, “and a kissing scene?” you told yourself you wouldn’t bring it up, but Tara got under your skin and here you are picking a fight with Rudy over it.

“What do you want me to do? Quit?” He stops midway to the bathroom and faces you, “I had no choice in the matter, y/n. She’s my new co-star and love interest in the show. That is it.”

You cast your eyes down to the coral colored rug, digging your toes into the curly fabric. It was suddenly very interesting. You were being insecure and he knew this.

“come on,” he grabs your hands and guides you to stand, engulfing you in his arms. “She’s just a co-star.. just like Madison or Madelyn.”

“They didn’t want to get in your pants.” You mumble into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. There was a hint of musk from his deodorant lingering and it brought you comfort.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “You’re right but,” He draws himself back from you, cradling your head in his hands, “You have nothing to worry about with her. I love you. You’re my girl and I’m yours.-”

“Always will be.” You finish for him. It was the same thing he always told you when you would get insecure.

“And always will be.” He presses a kiss against your forehead, lips lingering as he mutters against your skin, “I have no eyes for anyone but you. You’ve been my number one girl from the beginning. She can flirt with me all she wants, but my attention will always be on you, the only girl I love and the only girl I’ll ever flirt with.” His eyes lock onto yours to make sure you hear him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” You sigh, nodding into his hands, “Just.. don’t practice the kiss, that’s all I ask.”

“I don’t want to kiss her more than I have to. We’ll kiss when we film the scene.” He reassures you with a kiss on the nose and lastly to your lips.

~ extra ~

Come Monday, Rudy made a few changes to the scene with Tara, telling the directors he wouldn’t do the scene unless he could kiss you instead. So, they filmed it, perfectly angled to where you couldn’t tell the difference if he was kissing you or Tara. They loved how the scene turned out, the true passion shown in the kiss is what the scene needed.

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A Stranger | Post Prison!Spencer Reid x reader

Summary: You and Spencer deal with the changes after he spent his time in prison. The man who walked into that prison wasn’t the same one who came out, but you have no idea why. You see the change after he defends you from a drunk at the bar.

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Your body shook with nerves as you stood outside the grey prison. Spencer was finally proven innocent and would be released from prison. You were a little hurt that JJ was the one to go inside to get him and you were forced to stay out here in the parking lot. It had been like that the entire time Spencer was in prison.

You’d only been able to visit him once before you were taken off his visitation list by his request. You were hurt. Especially when everyone else was cleared, JJ included. No one would tell you why Spencer wouldn’t see you and he wouldn’t even call.

This would be the first time you’ve seen him in 3 months. You nervously bit your lip, eyes strained on the door. You didn’t want to miss him. You played nervously with your fingers, especially the one on your left hand.

You finally spotted the two of them walking out of the prison, they were in conversation, JJ and him both with a smile on their face, laughing about something. A pang was felt in your heart at the sight.

He’d let his hair grow out, along with the stubble on his face. He even looked like he’d gained more muscle.

As he neared, he spotted you, his smile not faltering, “Hi baby,”

“Hi,” You say softly before his tall form engulfs you in his arms. You felt your body relax against his, this was the moment that kept you going all these months.

“God, it’s so good to see you,” He pulls away to admire your face, his large hands cradling your head.

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, “I’m a mess,” you quickly wipe them away and he wipes a stray.

“No,” he smiles, “You’re as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Maybe even more. I don’t know how that’s possible.”

Your shoulders sag, “God, Spencer.”

“I know,” He hugs you tighter this time, “I’ve missed you too.”

You couldn’t believed he’d agreed to drinks at the bar with the rest of the team, but here you were. Spencer’s large hand on your back as he stands next to you waiting for your drinks at the bar.

You felt a presence beside you, a man elbowing his way through the crowd to order his drink. He was swaying, noticeably drunk.

Spencer noticed as well, his hand wrapping around your hip, bringing you closer to him.

The man ordered the drink and when he took notice of you standing beside him, his eyes raked up and down your body, tongue on his teeth as he admired you, “damn.”

You’d missed it, but Spencer for sure didn’t. “You say something?” Spencer confronts him, a dangerous look in his eye.

The man held his hands up in surrender, “Just admiring the lady.”

“Spence.” you place a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him and direct his attention elsewhere.

“She isn’t yours to admire.”

The man shrugs, “man come on, she’s hot, you can’t expect men not to look at her. Especially with a body like that. She’s every man’s wet dream.”

And that was the final straw. Spencer snapped, lunging at the guy.

“Spencer!” You shrieked, eyes wide. You’d never seen this side of Spencer. He had the guy pinned against the bar, punching him again before someone, the bouncer, yanked him off the guy.

You’re standing there in shock at the scene, the guy’s nose is bloody and his blood is on spencer’s knuckles. Two bouncers drag him out of the bar, tossing him out the door.

You follow them out the door, still in shock at the events that just unfolded,“What the hell was that!”

Spencer wipes his nose, “He was talking about you, you didn’t hear the crude comment he made about you?”

Your eyes are wide, you motion to the bar, “he was drunk!”

“And?” he runs a hand over his disheveled hair, “he shouldn’t talk about you like that.”

“The old spencer would have never done that. You can’t go around punching people for speaking bad about me! Guys do it all the time. I’m use to it. You have to ignore it.”

“There won’t be any ignoring it around me. You don’t deserve that. The guy deserved his ass beat” He steps toward you, but you step back.

“I have no idea who the hell you are anymore.” You put a hand out to stop him and stare up at him. He’s a stranger standing in front of you. You shake your head, needing air and wanting desperately to be in the comfort of your home. You start down the sidewalk.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.”

Spencer follows behind you, “You can’t walk home alone in the dark. That’s when most kidnappings and murders happen.”

Your mind goes to his time in prison, the denial at the entrance. Your name wasn’t on the approved visitors list. You stop, overcome with the thoughts of the last 3 months and turn abruptly to face him, “Why wasn’t I on the list?”

“What?”

“The visitors list! I visited once and I never saw you again, but god you were sure to have JJ on your visitor’s approved list! But your wife?! No of course not!”

“If you knew..”

“If I knew what spencer? I knew nothing! I still know nothing! No one told me anything. The team wouldn’t tell me shit about you in prison, what happened or what was happening with the trial. I was kept in the dark the entire time. Do you know how that made me feel!”

“If only you knew what they said about you.” His voice is soft, “The inmates. They knew you were my wife. and that I was an FBI agent.”

“And I didn’t deserve an explanation?” You say defeated. “I went three months without seeing you. Without hearing your voice. I was heart broken.” Tears swelled in your (eye color) eyes. “You let her, in.” You pointed off in the distance, “the woman you’ve always loved. Always had a connection with.” You pointed your index finger into your chest, “But not your own wife.”

Spencer’s shoulders sag. He never meant for it to happen this way, but the things he heard from those inmates about you. The things they spoke about you, he never wanted to hear it again, or risk you hearing it. He didn’t want you near that place. He wanted to protect you, but ended up only making it worse. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

“But it did and the man that walked into that prison isn’t the same one who walked out. The one who is standing in front of me isn’t my husband, but I have no idea why. No idea what happened on the inside to change you. You won’t talk to me about it at all and I’ve tried giving you space, but I deserve to know.” Your fingers tug at the ring on your finger, “until you’re ready to discuss it with me-” You grab his hand and force it open.

“don’t-don’t do this.”

You place the ring into his hand, “I can’t do this anymore, Spencer.” You step back from him and head back the way you were going.

You struggled with the decision you’d made. Had it been too harsh? You hadn’t left the house or seen Spencer in a few days. He’d left you to have your space and to think things over. He knew he was in the wrong. He shouldn’t have kept you in the dark, but in reality all he wanted to do was protect you. It’s all he’s ever wanted, but he did more harm than good.

A knock on the door pulled you from your spot on the couch, “coming!” You called out as the person knocked again. You peeped through the peep hole and spotted a man, dressed nicely on the steps. You couldn’t get a good look at his face as he was scanning the neighborhood.

Something felt off and you debated on dialing Spencer’s number. “Yes, who is it?”

“I’m a friend of Spencer’s? We went to college together, is he here?”

“No-” Your mind went to what Spencer had taught you, “He’s on his way home, should be here in the next 5 minutes. You’re welcome to wait or come back.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you well, could you open the door?”

Your fingers hovered over his number, before your gut told you to do it. He answered on the second ring, “y/n? I’m so sorry-”

“There’s a guy here at the house, asking for you.”

“what guy?” Spencer’s on alert, “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know, he said you two went to college together.. I-”

“Don’t open the door.” Spencer doesn’t waste time, slipping into his shoes and heading out the door of Emily’s apartment. “Go to the back bedroom, in the side table there’s a gun, it’s loaded. Get it and lock yourself in the bathroom. Don’t you dare open the door until I get there.”

“Spencer what the hell-” You step back from the door. The only guy he kept in the home was the one assigned to him as an FBI and it stayed locked in the safe in his closet when he wasn’t on duty.

“y/n!” He snaps, voice full of desperation, “Just do as I say, please!”

Just as you turn down the hallway, the man kicks the door in and before you could make it to the bedroom, he grabs you by the arm, shoving you against the wall, the pictures crashing to the ground in a shattering puddle of glass. Your phone is knocked out of your hand and lands somewhere across the room.

You struggle against his grip, “let go of me!”

“Spencer’s little wife?” The man smirks, “this is going to be some sweet revenge.” A knife snaps open in front of your face, knicking your cheek.

Your body trembles in fear and you do everything in your power to fight against his grasp, but he easily towers over you, his strength overpowering you.

“Be still, quit moving!”

You continue to thrash, managing a poor kick to his groin, that loosens his grip enough for you to get loose, but his reflexes are quick and he grabs you by the hair, tugging you back.

both of you tumble to the ground and you crawl away, but he yanks you back by your leg, crawling on top of you. He punches you, stunning you. You blink your eyes trying to regain your senses, but your head is pounding.

“Now back to where we were-” His knife goes to cut at your clothes, but a loud gun shot rings out and blood splatters on you.

You scream out in shock, the man’s lifeless body falling on top of yours. It doesn’t stay there long.

“y/n? are you okay?” Spencer’s frantically grabbing at you, hauling you to your feet. You’re trembling, staring at the man’s dead body.

“Hey are you okay? did he hurt you?” Spencer grabs at your face forcing you to look at him. His eyes are frantically searching yours.

You can’t speak but burst into a sob. Spencer holds you against his chest, cradling your head, “it’s okay, i’m here. I’m right here.”

He presses a kiss against your hair, his grip around you tightening as he stares at the man in the floor. He was in the cell block with Spencer, the same one who spoke ill words about you. and the reason Spencer wanted to protect you.

The rest of the team showed up only moments later, taking care of everything. Spencer led you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub. As he starts to move away from you your hand darts out to grab his, “don’t leave me,” You beg.

“baby, i’m only getting a wash cloth.” He gently pries your hand off his wrist and turns back to the sink, wetting a cloth.

He leans down to you, washing the blood from your face.

Your bottom lip continues to tremble, your ears still ringing from the gunshot and blow to the head, “Was he one of them?”

He looks to you to continue.

“One of the guys from prison?”

Spencer nods, “I don’t know how he was released early.” He squeezes the cloth and wets it again, “but yes he’s one I was worried about coming after you. The reason I didn’t want you at the prison.” He gently cleans the cut on your cheek before placing a bandaid on it.

“I’m sorry I snapped on you. and gave you your ring back.”

Spencer tosses the blooded rag in the sink before puling your ring from his pocket, “You had every right.” He sits next to you, holding the ring between his fingers, “I should never have kept you in the dark, but I thought I was doing the right thing.” He holds the ring back to you.

“When you’re ready, I’m willing to tell you everything. Right now, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You take the ring and stare at it before slipping it back on your finger, “Don’t leave me.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and cradles you against his body, “never.”

“I love you spencer.”

“I love you too.” His grip tightens around you at the words. He’s forever grateful to be able to hear you say those words. This night could have gone very differently.

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