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Luke Learns a Lesson - Chapter 1

tags/warnings: smut, bdsm, handjobs, sex shop, interrupted mid masturbation, masturbation, sex toys, experienced spencer, butt plugs, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub spencer, curious luke, inexperienced luke, slight perv!spencer

word count: 2475

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author’s note: I’ve had this idea for a long while and finally got the motivation to write more! for now, i’ve written two parts, but if people are interested in more of the story i’m willing to write more, so let me know what you think!

also thank you to @reidselle for beta reading this for me!

this fic was inspired by this scene from Criminal Minds Season 12 episode 1

Chapter 1

As they walked into the sex shop, Luke was visibly uneasy. Scratching his head, shifting, eyes flitting around the room without looking at a single thing. He seemed nervous and maybe a bit intimidated by the sexual atmosphere. Spencer tried his best to match his energy like he hadn’t spent time getting intimate experience with many of the items that lined the shop walls. He was always careful to keep his sex life separate from work. The less his teammates knew the better - they’d ask too many questions and learn way more about their “innocent” boy genius than anyone ever wanted them to.

“Can I see your badge again?” the person behind the desk asked Spencer. He quickly took it out for them to take another look. “Yeah, the guy who bought these used your ID.”

It was Spencer's turn to shift uncomfortably. Could this unsub know that he was involved in BDSM? It had to be a coincidence - he was all too careful to buy things as anonymously as possible and never tie his name to anything searchable. He glances at Luke, careful not to focus on his reaction too long. As the cashier goes to grab “Spencer's” ID, Luke seems to settle some and takes his first good look around the shop. If Spencer didn’t know any better, he'd think Luke looks a bit intrigued by their surroundings.

When the cashier comes back with the ID they ask a few more questions and Luke excuses himself to the bathroom. Spencer makes some awkward small talk about the weather with the cashier until it’s acceptable to head to the SUV to wait for Luke. Just as he climbs into the passenger seat, Spencer sees Luke glancing up at a paddle with what could only be described as fascination. Moments later he seems to jolt out of his trace and turns to walk back out to the car. That’s when Spencer sees it. The noticeable bulge that’s formed in his rather attractive colleague’s pants.

Spencer forces himself to look away from Luke walking (more than a bit uncomfortably) back to the SUV. He takes three deep breaths to calm himself down - mentally repeating “I won’t admit to anything or invade his sexual privacy. I wouldn’t- “ Just then, the door swings open and Luke climbs into the driver’s seat.

Spencer opens his mouth to say something and to try to bring the focus back to the case but his mouth goes dry. He can’t figure out what to say that won’t be both case-focused and sexual and he definitely doesn’t want those two blurring together. Instead, he closes my mouth and looks out the window only to realize that Luke hasn’t started driving. Now he feels he has to say something.

“So-” he finally gets out.

At the same time, Luke breathes out, “Uh I-”

“You go first.”

Luke again shifts and looks away, but Spencer is patient and waits for him to gather his nerve again. “So uh- I’ve never been in a shop like that before!” Luke lets out a nervous chuckle and looks away again. “It’s uh- it’s pretty crazy that that guy used your ID to purchase something like that too, huh?”

He looks over at Spencer as he starts to agree, but he can’t. He looks lost and intrigued and nervous and still aroused. Spencer takes one last deep breath and finally says, “Well I’d be lying if I said that was the first time something like that was bought with my ID.”

Spencer closes his eyes waiting for an unsavory response like he’s always feared for when he’s imagined anything like this happening. One second, two seconds, three seconds pass and he hears nothing. If a pin dropped outside the car, you’d be able to hear it hit the pavement. That's how quiet it is. Finally, he risks opening his eyes, turning back to Luke, still bracing for a look of concern or disgust. Instead, Luke’s flabbergasted. There’s no other word for it. His mouth hangs open and his eyes have gone wide. Spencer waves his hand in front of his face. He fears this was a terrible mistake that he needs to undo immediately. “Luke, are you okay? Sorry, I was way out of line there and it isn’t true. It's a joke I thought we’d laugh it off by now…”

He finally closes his mouth, then his eyes, and he takes a deep breath in and all at once without pausing for air says, “Please tell me if that’s true because I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty well so far and that sure didn’t seem like a joke to me?”

Without even thinking about it Spencer blurts out, “No it was totally a joke,” he laughs and then continues, “really I just said it to lighten the mood with everything going on. I remember how stressful my early days with the team were...I thought it’d help make you a bit more comfortable.”

“Oh…,” Luke hesitates, looks me in the eyes one last time, and joins in my laughter. “Funny one man, sorry I’d normally have gotten the joke sooner it’s just all a bit overwhelming.”

Spencer nods and forces himself to smile as he looks at Luke, attempting to better mask his outright lie. It’s probably wishful thinking, but Luke does seem to be blushing even more than before. Before either of them can say something to end the tension, Luke’s phone rings.

“Hello?...Okay...Okay...Yeah, we just finished up...Okay...We’ll be right there.” Luke starts the engine, buckles up, and then turns to Spencer. “That was Hotch. He wants us back at the hotel - the rest of the team just woke up, so now our shift is over and we can sleep while they work for a few hours.”

Spencer rushed to answer, desperate to return to the pair’s previous easy-going dynamic. “Okay, yeah that sounds good.” There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence that builds between them again before he manages to think of a topic. “Did you know that this could technically be a form of polyphasic sleeping, which a lot of people do to maximize their productivity while awake? There’s actually been some intriguing research that humans might be naturally polyphasic and have shifted to our current typical sleeping habits largely because of industrialization.” As Spencer jumped into his explanation of current theories on different sleeping cycles and patterns, his mind couldn’t help but drift, worried that Luke was still uncomfortable because of what he said.

A short while later they arrive at the hotel and head up to their rooms. Both Spencer and Luke internally breathe a sigh of relief that the tension between them has started to dissipate. Luke listens thoughtfully and asks questions about how things in society could adjust to make sleep schedules more natural. As they reach their rooms, Spencer draws his explanation of the current research’s implementation in test groups with a shifted work schedule. With a smile and wave, they both wish each other a good sleep and then part ways into their respective rooms.

Spencer lets the heavy hotel door slam shut behind him before falling back against it and letting out a long, heavy sigh. He can hardly believe he almost let his secret slip to the newest team member after over a decade of carefully tiptoeing around the details of his sex life, especially around his team. He manages to muster up the strength to stand up and walk over to his bag set down across the room on the desk.

Spencer strips down and heads to the bathroom, hoping a long shower will relax him enough to finally get some sleep. He washes his hair first, taking care to massage his scalp in an effort to further relax both his mind and body. He sighs again. He knows he should sleep, but if he’s honest with himself chances are he’ll end up too stressed over the case and his conversation with Luke to drift off peacefully. As he moves on to washing his body, his mind starts to drift to Luke’s face in the sex shop. He ignores the overwhelming cringe he feels thinking back to how he reacted earlier, focusing on how intrigued Luke looked by the paddle. He knows it might be the lust clouding his thoughts, but it sure seemed like if Luke had been left to his own devices, then he would’ve picked it up…maybe given it an experimental swing… Spencer’s cock takes some interest in that image, twitching and beginning to harden. He moves to wash his legs, his arm repeatedly brushing against his cock as he did, accidentally teasing himself.

Now that he’s gotten himself a bit worked up, he heads over to his satchel. What better way to put himself to sleep than an orgasm, right? He pulls out the lube he always carries and takes out his little lock box that contains a plug, fleshlight , and a dildo for cases like these where they leave quickly without time to pack. He may not be able to bring his collection, but he always goes on cases prepared with at least two toys. He moves back to the bed, toys in hand. He sets them down and gets himself comfortable before starting to prep himself for his black plug with a purple gem base. With how much the team has been bouncing around from place to place he’s barely been able to get enough time to quickly rub one out for well over a month - let alone time to take his time with himself and edge as he prefers. Finally, he’s stretched just enough to use his plug. He slides it in, enjoying the stretch as it fills him better than his fingers ever could. He shifts to add some more lube onto his hand and runs it over his length once, twice, three times. Then, he leans over to grab the clear fleshlight , letting out a groan as his plug shifts inside of him.

As he lets out another soft moan, stretching to grab the toy that’s now rolled out of reach, he hears a knock at his door. He jumps. He cannot catch a break. He quickly stuffs the remaining supplies and toys that are out under the blankets and rushes to find a robe. He opens the door, unsure who to expect and hoping that he just left something downstairs or that for some reason room service is delivering something to him.

His jaw drops as he registers who’s standing in front of him. It’s Luke.

“...Hi...Luke…What’s up? Did I miss a call from Hotch? I just got out of the shower so…”

“No, no, Hotch hasn’t called. I just...I can’t sleep. Can I come in?”

Spencer glances down at the state of his undress and then looks back up at his newest colleague’s pensive expression. “Sure, yeah come in.”

Luke walks in and grabs a seat on the armchair in the corner, leaving Spencer to sit on the bed or the desk chair. He quickly opts for the desk chair - fearful one wrong shift will send one of the toys laying under the covers flying and exposing what he was in the middle of before he went to answer the door. What he neglected to consider, however, is that in his rush to answer the door in a normal amount of time, he had forgotten to take out his plug. He eased onto the wooden desk chair and nearly yelped as the plug pushed deeper inside of him, nudging right against his prostate. Luckily, Luke seemed too wound up to realize, though Spencer still can’t discern what’s on his mind.

Spencer shifts, slowly and gently this time, so his right leg is now covering the bulge his cock is starting to make under his robe. “So…Like? What’s on your mind?”

Luke startles out of his thoughts. “Uh...so basically...I’m not sure how to say this? I just...I can’t stop thinking about it? And you don’t seem judgemental so I figured if I need to talk to someone you’re probably the best bet? I’m not sure that even makes any sense. I’m sorry I really shouldn’t be bothering you. You’re supposed to be getting to sleep - and I mean this can wait!”

“Luke!” Spencer interrupts his rambling . “I’m sure whatever it is is going to be fine. And I’d never judge you! If it’s troubling you this much, it’s worth dealing with now. So just tell me.”

Luke hesitates and then, all at once lets out, “So earlier you made the joke about the ID and I can’t stop thinking that it wasn’t a joke and maybe you actually have personal experience with and knowledge of BDSM. And I’ve been intrigued by it for a while now and have no idea what to do to explore it or get started at all. I’d kind of brushed it off as something I’d never get to explore and I was learning to be okay with it. But then I saw all of those toys in person today and…it changed how I feel. I mean...cliche as it is, life is short and I'd rather get to experience this stuff rather than live with the regret of never knowing. And well...you seemed comfortable there. I might be wrong! But you didn’t seem unsure or unsteady or worried by our surroundings. And it didn’t feel like a joke when you said that it wasn’t the first time someone’s bought a kinky toy with your ID. So I guess…I wanted to ask again if it actually was a joke?”

Luke finally takes a breath, but still looks far from done, so Spencer quickly interjects.

“Luke...I’m not sure what I should say here honestly. I’m torn. I don’t know if you really want the answer to that question either way. Either way, you’re going to change how you view me. And-”

“Spencer I’m pretty sure that if anyone’s view of someone is changing it’s going to be your view of me. I just ran into my new coworker’s room to ask about his possible secret kinky lifestyle. Oh,fuck! What am I doing!”

Luke starts to stand up as if to leave, so Spencer makes a gut decision. “Yes! I am kinky! I have plenty of experience with BDSM. I’ve used nearly every toy in that shop at least once and I repeatedly have had the pleasure of ordering kinky toys with my ID!”

Luke freezes. “Really?” Spencer nods. He doesn’t look scared or disgusted...he actually looks excited. He gulps and seems to ponder the just right way to phrase whatever is crossing his mind now

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natti-ice · 2 days

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18+ mdni

a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.

“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice

You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.

This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything

“Fuckin perfect.”

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realangelahernandez · 22 days

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🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶

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forhappysake · 3 months

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bethsvrse · 2 days

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please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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Vice.

Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.6k

Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."

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"Italian food."

The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.

"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."

"Look, you asked the question, I answered."

He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.

"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"

She chuckles to herself before confessing.

"Super steamy period romances."

Everyone bursts into more laughter.

"Wait, what?"

"What kind?"

She's clutching at her sides as she answers.

"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."

Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.

"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"

"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."

He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.

"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.

"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."

"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"

"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.

"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"

You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.

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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.

"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."

He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."

You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.

"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.

"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."

He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.

"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."

He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.

"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"

He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.

"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."

His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.

"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."

"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.

"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.

"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."

You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.

"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"

The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.

"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."

You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.

"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.

"Yours is closer."

"Mine it is."

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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"

JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."

You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.

"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.

"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."

Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.

"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."

The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.

"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.

Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief.

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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"

You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.

"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"

His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.

His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.

You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."

"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"

The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.

Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."

Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.

"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.

You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.

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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"

You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.

"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.

You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.

"I'm your vice, aren't I?"

You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.

"In your dreams, Alvez."

He nips at your neck before continuing.

"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."

You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."

Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.

Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.

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cull3nblaze · 17 days

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Reid & Alvez - Criminal Minds Season 12 - Spencer

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #luke alvez #matthew gray gubler #ralvez #adam rodriguez #spencer x luke #reid x alvez #my gifs

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artcake · 1 year

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Some sweet soft post prison ralvez for @justiceforralvez

Luke helps Spencer wash his hair

#criminal minds fanart #criminal minds #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez #spencer x luke #post prison spencer #luke alvez is the best boyfriend hands down #be the luke alvez you need in your life #fan art #my art #commission #art commissions

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incorrect-ralvez · 1 month

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Derek: I have a question.

Spencer: Shoot.

Derek: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Garcia: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Spencer: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Derek: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Garcia: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Luke: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Spencer: Luke is not allowed to talk anymore.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 6 months

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Wheels up [S. R]

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer has just been released from prison and things seem to get complicated when Mr. Scratch attacks again. You want to know what's going on with your boyfriend, but when you confront him, you don't expect him to yell at you like he does.

contents: spoilers for season 12-13, directly based on the episode of the same name, established relationship, hurt/comfort, spencer being mean for a moment, mentions of migraines and schizophrenia, apologies, crying and I think that's it.

To say that you were worried was an understatement, because to cut all the tension around the team you would no longer even need a knife but a sword.

You had just gotten over the bitter pill of the fact that your boyfriend had been unjustifiably imprisoned when now Scratch had done this: the ambush, Walker's death, Emily's kidnapping… he just couldn't seem to get enough of this sick game.

“We also never stopped to ask why Scratch was in Honduras in the first place,” Simmons murmured next to you.

García, he and you were trying to review as best as possible the existing research on Peter Lewis that you found in your deceased friend's office to see if you could discover any other details, even if it were the slightest thing that could reveal the whereabouts of your unit leader.

“Reid'll figure this out. “He's really amazing at this kind of thing.”

Garcia had barely finished saying this when a roar made her jump in her place and look back. Spencer Reid had just furiously thrown a book against the glass windows. You exchanged a worried look with your friend and the three of you silently agreed to go to the meeting room to investigate what was happening.

When the doctor arrived, he began to rant about what he had managed to discover. He talked about hallucinogenic plants found in Honduras and how this was related to Scratch, but you honestly couldn't pay attention to anything he was saying. You could only focus on the purple spots around his eyes, his messy hair jumping every time he said something, the sweat that glistened on his forehead, the erratic and rushed tone of his words and how he constantly rubbed his face or neck.

Spencer wasn't well.

You had seen him like this when he had feared he was developing an outbreak of schizophrenia and you had hated every second you had accompanied him to get tested, every second of uncertainty, every time you knew his vision was blurring. And now this was a thousand times worse, because you didn't even know how to help him. Shit, you didn't even know if he wanted your help.

While he was in prison he had refused to see you many times and it had broken your heart every time. He claimed that he didn’t want other prisoners to see you talking to him because they would try to use you to threaten him or that he didn’t want you to see the state he was in because he feared that after seeing the bruises and wounds you would no longer love him.

You respected him, but at the same time you felt that he was building a barrier between you so that in case he couldn't get out of there you wouldn't be tied to a prisoner and could live your life normally. That was why when Emily managed to build a solid case to prove his innocence you felt like you were going to die of joy, and when you saw him leave the prison the first thing you did was run into his arms to make sure he was safe.

But Spencer wasn't, because you knew he had only left there so he could help look for his mother: Diana Reid. During the course of everything you had barely seen him, you two were too busy with your own affairs to have a moment as a couple, but even so when you solved everything you let him go with her; after all they deserved it and you were happy that he had a quiet moment.

But Peter Lewis seemed to have other plans.

“What?” Spencer asked, noticing the way Penelope was looking at him. She looked like she was about to cry behind her blue glasses and you felt sorry for her.

“You threw a book at a window. It was jarring”

“Took me 60 minutes to deduce what should have taken me 60 seconds,” he muttered, clearly sounding furious with himself, “and if Emily dies because I was too slow, I'll be throwing a lot more than books.”

“Spencer” you tried to stop him, but he had already started on his way to the exit.

You always wanted to believe that you were his weak point, he had told you that on more than one occasion. When the team couldn't reason with him, they sent you instead.

Reid will do anything you tell him, Morgan used to say, whether it's convincing him about something silly between friends or something more serious.

And so it was, because every time he was upset all it took was for you to make flirtatious eyes at him and steal a kiss for him to forget about it.

One day you're going to be my downfall, did you know that? he used to laugh. You're going to ask me to bring the stars down from the sky and I'll have to figure out a way to do it because I don't know how to say you no.

However, this time he didn't seem to understand any reason. He was just walking towards the exit and you were stumbling after him to catch up with his quick pace.

“Spencer,” you insisted, reaching out to grab his arm in an attempt to stop him. You didn't expect him to stop abruptly to the point where you collided with his chest, in the middle of the desolate hallway you had arrived at.

“What?”

The sharp tone and angry look he gave you unnerved you slightly, but you managed to clear your throat in search of your voice.

“Honey, it's obvious that you're not fine. You need to rest"

"Rest?" he spat, incredulous. “Do you think I can think of resting when we have a situation like this?”

“That's not what I meant. I'm just saying that no one expects you to be here after what happened, you can at least take a break”

The sigh he let out was enough for you to know that whatever was coming was surely not good.

“Huh yeah? And what is that break I'm going to take going to cost us? Emily’s life?”

“You know I'm as worried as you are.”

“I'm not worried, I'm sick. I'm sick of this damn case, I'm sick of one thing after another happening to us and I'm sick of failing."

"I know but…"

“No,” he interrupted you, leaning back when you tried to lay a hand on him. “There's no but. Today I don't need you to tell me what I have to do”

“I'm not telling you what to do, I'm asking you to take care of yourself. How much sleep have you even had? When was the last time you ate?"

Your tone of voice had come out more recriminating than you intended and if you were already tense, this exchange was not helping at all.

Hearing no response, you continued.

“If you're not going to rest, at least let me help you.”

You wanted him to have the confidence to tell you anything, to be able to explain why he was acting so strange or to at least take two minutes to admit that things weren't right. But Spencer had changed a lot in that prison, because if before it was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, now it seemed practically impossible. You were the only one he dared to do it with and you didn't even think you were that exception to the rule anymore.

If you had known what was to come you would have preferred to stay for the moment he took to take a deep breath.

“Do you know how you can help me? Stepping aside”

“Spencer”

“I'm sick of this too! I'm tired of everyone coming and offering me their faces of compassion and their words of encouragement as if they really understood me. They don't do it, nobody does it, not even you. This is... it is a huge and heavy accumulation that has accumulated for years and years and when I think that it can't be worse, life surprises me by saying that yes, it can be worse. So just shut up, let me do my job, let me catch Scratch and for the love of God stop treating me like I'm a child because on top of all the stress of the case I have to deal with that too and honestly it's killing me”

Your boyfriend turned around without waiting for a response and a part of you was grateful that was the case, or else he would have seen the tears that had already gathered in your eyes.

You were shocked and felt your face burning with shame, with a hole in your stomach that wouldn't be easy to fill. You were no longer even worried about the man, nor sad, but you felt very different; it was as if Reid had infected you with his anger.

Still with wet cheeks you hurried to walk in the opposite direction, finding yourself at the end of the hallway to meet a very worried Penelope García. Without letting her tell you anything, you asked her to continue with the investigation and the entire time you swallowed your pain.

You knew that Peter Lewis' desperate face when he was hanging from that building and the way you and Luke left him to die would haunt you for a lifetime, but you didn't feel even the slightest bit sorry for it. Even a part of you wished that man had died a slower and perhaps even painful death. Whatever the case, he was gone and you could feel a second of peace at night.

Spencer was right, the most important thing now was to save Emily. Later there would be time to attend to marital discussions.

When you got home you were sweaty, tired, and had a headache that you knew a shower could probably solve, adding a glass of good wine just to be safe. However, clinging to that peace of mind that solving the case had provided you was only a mechanism to postpone confronting the problem that was still latent. You hadn't spoken to Spencer for the rest of the day since your fight in the hallway and although your heart ached you knew this was the prudent thing to do.

Fighting had never had a place in your relationship because both of you were too rational to be carried away by impulse. You had disagreements and arguments, but you had tried to resolve them like adults or you had let the matter rest until you were cool-headed enough to speak calmly. You suspected that right now you were doing the latter, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't be the one who would look for your boyfriend to talk to.

You were hurt by the way he had reacted to your advice, but a part of you also understood that Spencer had been going through too much and that, in some ways, he had some right to want his own space. Or maybe both of you were partly to blame; you for demanding something that didn't belong to you and him for not having said things tactfully enough.

But you couldn't help but miss him. You had spent so many months away from him that you longed to be in his arms, shower him with kisses and hear the soft beat of his heart just to make sure he was real.

Still lost in your thoughts you searched the living room for your briefcase to grab your cell phone, hoping to find something to distract yourself, and upon unlocking it you discovered that you had several missed calls from Spencer. It wasn't like you were ignoring him on purpose, rather it had been an oversight on your part, but when you were about to dial his number a new call was announced on the screen. It was him.

"Hello?"

“There you are,” he murmured, sounding tremendously relieved “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I just left the phone in my briefcase and that's why I didn't hear your calls. I'm sorry"

There was silence for an awkward moment and then he spoke again.

“You went home early.”

"I was tired. I told Emily.”

“Yes, she… he told me, but… Do you think I can see you? I would like to talk to you about something and I don't think it is appropriate to do so on the phone.”

You evaluated your options, looking at everything around you. Spencer was welcome whenever he wanted in your house and you knew a mess wouldn't matter to him, but you were more worried about him noticing the emotional mess, not the physical one.

“Y/N?”

“Yes,” you responded when you heard your name, without thinking too much. “You can come”

Spencer responded with a monosyllable and then he hung up. You were about to get up from the couch to look for something more decent than colorful pajamas when a knock on the door startled you. When there was no response, the person knocked again and when you tiptoed until you reached the peephole, you met a familiar silhouette who was visibly nervous. Apparently the look of confusion on your face when you opened it was enough to express a silent question to Spencer.

“I was in the hallway,” he explained to you. “I didn't want to take long if you said yes.”

You knew you shouldn't give in so easily, but it was hard when Spencer said things like that and he came to your house looking completely disoriented, sad, and regretful.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Although your silences were not with that intention, the truth was that you were making him even more nervous.

"Yeah, you can”

You turned around only when you heard the click of the door closing and leaned against it, waiting for him to say something. You took a moment to observe him and noticed that his clothes were slightly disarrayed, while his hands played with the leather strap that was still across his chest. When he noticed that you were looking at his hands he interpreted it as a sign to get rid of the garment, and so he did.

“Wine?”

“Rossi gave it to me,” you responded, following his gaze to the bottle on the coffee table along with the crystal glass.

Spencer opened his mouth slightly in understanding and then there was silence again.

“I think it's obvious why I'm here, right?” he murmured in a low, cautious voice. You looked at him with sealed lips. “I want to apologize.”

“Yeah?”

"Yes. I know I shouldn't have talked to you like that in the office”

“No, you shouldn't have done it,” you responded sternly “And I accept if you don't want me around, but…”

“No,” he interrupted you, lunging forward to take your hands. You didn't refuse. “It's not that. I want you close, I don't want you to go away”

“I want you close too, Spencer. And I care about you. That's why I tell you things, not because I want to bother you."

“I know not. I was wrong, okay? I was wrong and I had no right to yell at you just because I was upset. And I wasn't upset with you, I was upset about the case and… it was just too much. This is all too much” by this point Spencer’s voice had already broken and your arms were already open for him.

It didn't take much for your boyfriend to start sobbing.

"I'm sorry"

“I know, Spencer.”

"I was an idiot"

“Yes, you certainly were,” you responded, speaking barely above a whisper. You couldn't stop feeling empathy for your boyfriend, but you couldn't ignore your own pain either. “You made me feel so hurt.”

“Forgive me, you know that was not my intention.”

“I just want to see you well. I want you to be safe and help you, but you won't let me do it. And it's okay if you don't want my help, but you can't deny that you need help. We need help. Do you think I wasn't stressed too? Do you think I could care less about finding Emily?”

“I know not. I know…” he sobbed.

“And I understand that we were both going through a hard time but you had no right to treat me like that.”

"You hate me?"

“Of course I don't hate you. I love you very much and I always will, but when something bad happens we don't yell at each other. And I'm not hating you for this, did you hate me that time in Georgia when I went into negotiating in that hostage situation without consulting anyone?

"No. I was very angry and worried about you, but I would never have hated you.”

"You see it? It's the same” you said softly.

You weren't going to torture him with this and you didn't want him to kneel and ask for forgiveness, the message you wanted to give him was already more than clear. And you knew that the simple act of accepting his mistake was something that showed you that he cared about you.

“It won't happen again, I promise.”

“Oh, it may happen again. We are both dumb sometimes and the older we get the grumpier we become” you tried to joke. Although you didn't hear him laugh, you knew that it had lightened the atmosphere. “But talking about it makes him feel better, right? Just like now”

He nodded at your question and then your hand went up to his head to stroke his hair. The contact seemed to melt him against you, as if with this you had also given free rein to his crying. You knew he probably wasn't going to tell you about the horrors he'd experienced in prison yet, but maybe this moment could be a start; you were being honest with each other and after all that was what was important.

Spencer calmed down after a long while and when you separated you made sure to get him some napkins so he could wipe his tears and blow his nose.

“You're seriously not upset at me?”

“No,” you assured him, shaking your head at the same time. You approached him and raised your hands to his cheeks to hold him gently. “It's okay, Spencer. I would be upset if you hadn't apologized."

“I wanted to do it sooner, but I knew that maybe you needed time to… you know, not want to strangle me”

“You're always so smart,” you complimented him and this time he did laugh.

The man's hands were experimentally placed on your waist and upon noticing your approving smile he pulled you a little closer to him until you collided against his chest. The puffiness in his eyes didn't stop him from giving you a sweet look.

“I haven't kissed you since I came back,” he observed absently and after thinking about it for a second you realized it was true.

You hadn't even kissed him. You had gone three months without seeing him and you still hadn't had time to kiss him.

You opened your mouth slightly, but before you could say anything he had already leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. With the help of your hand sliding to the back of his neck you deepened the contact and Spencer wasted no time, wrapping his thin arms around your torso.

Even if you didn't want to admit it, you had already forgotten how good it felt to kiss him and amid everything you thought that you wished you could capture that moment in a jar to turn to it when necessary. Because after everything that had happened that day you really needed that moment of peace with him.

His lips were slightly parted, but your gentle tongue took care of moistening them and when the air began to fail you just let him go for a second, kissing him again when you breathed enough. Your kisses were sweet and soft enough to dissipate the rest of the guilt that remained in your lover's body.

"Better?" you asked once you two were satisfied. It took him a moment to compose himself from the intoxication of your kiss to be able to answer you.

"Yes, I feel better"

“How is Diana, by the way?” you said quietly, leaning back a little to look him in the eyes.

“She is fine, I managed to admit her to a sanatorium before García called me. It will only be for tonight, tomorrow I will look for where she can stay permanently” he answered you, rubbing his tired face with a hand “I think it would be best for us to return to Las Vegas”

“You should go to her now” it hurt you to give him that advice, but you knew that he must have other priorities now. One of your hands kindly caressed his bicep, feeling how he had lost considerably in weight.

“You don't want me to stay here?”

“I don't want you to feel obligated. I know Diana needs you more than me."

“She'll be fine today,” he murmured. Apparently he wanted to be with you more than you thought. “I left my number and she'll be asleep right now. As much as he wants to deny it, I think… that she is better off with professionals”

“So you want to stay here?”

You had sounded more excited than you intended and just because of the sparkle in your eyes he felt the urge to steal another kiss from you.

"Of course I want to. I missed you so much, I just want to feel you close to me."

“I can stay only if you promise me two things.”

“What is it?”

“We’re going to try to sleep,” you asked him, passing the tip of your index fingers under his eyes. “I don't like that look at all and I think you could use some rest. I have a comfortable bed waiting just for you.”

“I'd love that,” he smiled weakly. “What's the second thing?”

“Tomorrow you will let me cook you something delicious before we go to your mother.”

The thought of you spoiling him so much made him smile.

"Done deal"

You carefully guided him to your room and once there you kissed him again. Spencer felt like he was going to cry again when he noticed that you still had the change of clothes that he had left in your closet over three months ago and the soft fabric along with the familiar scent filled his chest with joy.

You two snuggled under the warmth of the sheets and you made sure to kiss your lover's face countless times while your hands touched every piece of skin you had within reach, trying to show him that he didn't have to worry about anything; you wanted him to know that you loved him and that he was somewhere safe.

"Are you okay?"

You spoke in the middle of the darkness, while Spencer had his full weight on top of yours. His nose rubbed slightly against your bare skin and he found it necessary to leave another kiss there.

“I am now.”

And even if it only lasted for a brief moment, Spencer knew that nothing compared to the peace and tranquility of being with you.

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Luke Learns a Lesson - Chapter 2

word count: 1586

link to fic on ao3

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author’s note: here’s part 2!

huge thank you to @reidselle for beta reading this for me!

Chapter 2

“Would...could...can you help me learn about BDSM?”

Luke’s question rings in Spencer’s ears. He thinks he must be dreaming. He probably fell asleep when he got out of the shower and will wake up embarrassed that he had a dream like this about his co-worker. The silence stretches on as he struggles to word a response. He pauses for a few more beats before finally deciding to throw caution to the wind.

He very eloquently sputters out, “I-uh-we-um-yes.”

Luke’s eyes widen in surprise. He stumbles forward to take a seat on the bed and looks down at me. “Really? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Spencer let out a breathy laugh. “Luke, I’d love to teach you about BDSM and to do this with you. Trust me I’d be the furthest thing from uncomfortable.”

Spencer stands, stifling a gasp as the plug he’d all but forgotten about shifts inside of him. Luke glances at him eagerly as Spencer moves to the bed. He sits down next to him, holding his breath as the movement inadvertently increases the pressure against my prostate.

“Before we could do anything, we’d have to have some very detailed conversations about the dynamic, limits, safewords, labels, etc.. Okay? We can’t just jump into kink. That’s the first lesson. BDSM needs to be safe, sane, and consensual and that means having things pre-negotiated before playing with a partner.”

Luke nods along with him, seemingly taking mental notes. His nodding, however, was shaking the bed, and like a slow-motion disaster, Spencer watches as his fleshlight rolls across the bed from under the covers. It teeters on the edge before toppling down to the floor, hitting the nearby wall with a loud thunk in the process.

Luke’s head whipped around at the sound.

“What was that?” Instantly on high alert, he scans the room and before Spencer can muster up an excuse, Luke’s eyes find the toy laying on the floor. He looks back to Spencer.

“Spencer? Is that? Were you? Did I interrupt you?” He has a soft smile on his face, seemingly intrigued by the toy, rather than upset at his discovery.

“Well...yeah. I was just getting started when you knocked. I didn’t have time to put anything away and I was in such a rush to answer - I thought it was an emergency - that I didn’t even-” Spencer paused, struggling to admit that he had a plug inside of himself and was currently more than a little bit hard.

“You didn’t even know what?” Luke smirks now, like he knows he’s about to find out something exciting.

In a great momentary lapse in judgment, Spencer shifts, instantly regretting it as he then tries to suppress a groan as he blurts out, “I, hnng, I had a plug in and...I forgot to take it out before I opened the door and by the time I remembered, it was too late to ask you to wait without explaining why.”

Luke softened even more. “You mean you’ve had this whole conversation while being full? Probably hard too? And you took the time to talk to me anyway? I’m flattered, Spencer. I’m not sure what your plans are but if you’d like some help...I’d love to help you get off. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to - I can just give you a hand job or use one of your toys on you, but like I said-”

“Luke,” Spencer interjects, “I’d very much love any of those things.”

Luke stands and for a moment Spencer fears he’s going to flee. That this actually was all some awful prank and he’ll never be able to experience anything with Luke. But he doesn’t leave. He instead unbuckles his belt, unzips and unbuttons his pants, and lowers them. He pulls his shirt off over his head. Before Spencer can stare too long, Luke’s moving back to the bed and helping Spencer to his feet.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, running his hands along the tie of Spencer’s robe. He nods.

“Use your words, okay? I want to make sure we’re both comfortable.”

“O-okay. Yes please take it off.” Luke beams and slips the robe off, running his hands along Spencer’s sides as he does. Spencer’s cock is back at full attention and Luke hasn’t even really touched him yet.

Luke guides Spencer to the head of the bed and they both get comfortable. There’s a beat of silence that Luke breaks with, “Lube?”

Spencer scrambles to pull it out from under his pillow and grabs his dildo while he’s at it. No use in hiding it now. He hands the lube to Luke who then pours some onto his hand, rubbing it to warm it before it comes in contact with more temperature-sensitive areas.

“For today I think we should just give each other a helping hand, okay? We have plenty of time to do more, but our sleeping window will be over too soon if I have my way with you.”

“That sounds perfect.” Spencer looks to Luke who meets his eyes and smiles. Luke leans over, running his hand through Spencer’s hair and glancing from his eyes to his lips.

“Is it alright if I kiss you?” Luke whispers, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the lust between them. Spencer nods and leans up to meet Luke’s mouth in a kiss. It begins chastely, but quickly their desire pushes them to more passionate territory, unable to get enough of each other.

They part, panting, and Luke quickly pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the floor before sliding his pants and boxers off his torso.

He leans back over and captures Spencer’s lips again in a kiss, his hands running back through his hair again before gliding down his neck and drifting down to glide over his cock.

Spencer groans and begins to ask, “Do you-” “Would it be alright-,” Luke starts.

They each let out a small nervous giggle at their joint interruption. Spencer presses on, a small smile on his face, “Do you think you could lay beside me so I could touch you easier too?”

Luke nods excitedly and moves so they’re laying facing one another, faces close together. He leans in for one more kiss, careful to keep this one shorter because he knows time is of the essence.

He reaches between them and runs his thumb over the slit in Spencer’s cock, gathering the precum that was already starting to leak and bringing it back up to his mouth to taste. “I can’t wait to taste you for real when we have more time,” he admits, lowering his hand back to Spencer’s cock and now starting to stroke him while teasing his slit some more.

“You have no idea how excited I am to get to suck you off soon,” Spencer groans back, reaching over to return the favor.

Spencer matches the way Luke’s touching his cock, reaching his hand down and starting to play with his balls as well.

Luke moans at the touch, “Fuck yes just like that Spencer.” And increases his own pace on Spencer’s cock. Luke uses his other hand to pinch and rub Spencer’s nipples, noticing quickly that just a bit of pain was driving Spencer to the edge quickly.

Luke rolls over slightly and takes Spencer’s hand in his, intertwining it with his and adding some more lube to their joined hands. He uses his other hand to push their cocks together, and Spencer, catching on to Luke’s plan, moves with him to have their cocks jointly fucking their joined hands. It’s tighter than just Luke’s and feeling Luke rut against Spencer’s cock is far more erotic than Spencer could’ve ever imagined.

“Luukee…fuck you feel so good against me,” Spencer moans.

“I love the way you moan my name,” Luke praises, overwhelmed by just how quickly he feels himself careening towards the edge. “Want to make you cum for me. Want you to cum as we rub our cocks on each other. Wanna make you feel so good, Spencer.”

“Oh fuck I’m so close,” Spencer pants, moaning loudly and frotting even harder into their hands and against Luke’s cock.

Spencer cums hard, seeing stars and unable to keep his eyes open. He moans out Luke’s name urging him to keep going, to finish, to make himself feel just as good. Luke cums as Spencer starts to beg him to cum for him as well. He groans and leans over again to capture Spencer’s mouth in a kiss. He’s blissed out and satiated for the first time in a long time, and excited to see what else is in store for them.

The two kiss as they come down from their highs, and then Luke quickly goes and grabs some wet towels for them to clean up. He helps Spencer remove the plug from his ass noting, “You look so good stretched around this if we hadn’t just cum I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from trying to fuck you, sleep be damned.”

Spencer blushes and shys away slightly from Luke’s praise, but internally relishes in it nonetheless.

After they’re both cleaned up and Spencer’s toys have been put off to the side, Luke crawls back into bed and cuddles into Spencer. “I figured if you’re alright with it I would sleep here?”

Spencer smiles, cuddles into Luke, and chuckles slightly, “I think that’s a good idea. You seem like you’ll make a comfy pillow.”

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A Future With You

Luke Hughes x oc

"Okay, but do we really need a second bedroom?" Luke asks, his arms wrapped around my body as I lean against his chest, the laptop rested on my thighs as we search for apartments, thinking a lot lately about when I graduate from Michigan and get to finally move to Jersey.

"Where will your brother's stay if we don't have a second room?"

"On the couch?" Lu supplies as if it should have been clear. "Or Jack can stay at his own apartment and Quinn can stay with him."

"And your parents?"

"We'll book them a hotel room."

"Lu, we can't just make your family stay in a hotel, they'll be here to visit us, that's rude," He clearly doesn't understand, because he gets his cute little confused face, mouth pouty and eyebrows furrowed.

"Plus, if we have a guest room now, we may not have to move into a new place for a while, we'll be able to just redecorate if the time comes," I can't help but mention, glancing up hesitantly, and the confused look hasn't changed.

I'm going to actually have to say this out loud. And while Lu and I have discussed living together a lot, down to now looking at apartments online, and we've discussed getting married one day, we've never discussed this.

Kids.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks when I've paused for too long.

"Uh." What am I supposed to say? For when we have babies one day? "You know, for the future."

And it's now that his confusion is morphed into joy, him moving my laptop to the floor and flipping me over so that my front is facing his, his arms around me tightening as he kisses me.

"Are you talking about having kids with me?" And the absolute look of hope on his face makes me want to cry tears of joy.

"I didn't mean to assume that you'd want to have kids with me, I just- it breaks my heart to even consider a future without you but -"

"Never think like that," He interrupts, smile smaller than before as he cups my face. "Never think of a future without me in it, cause if I'm not in it I'm dead."

"Lu-"

"No," He interrupts again. "You need to know that I plan to marry you. Hell-" Is the next thing to come out of his mouth, moving from under me and earning a groan of disapproval, but he's back a second later, a small box in his hand and his heart rate skyrocketing as he retakes his place behind me.

"Luke, what is that?" I can't help but ask, even though I'm almost positive in the answer.

"It's the ring I bought for you right after our first anniversary," He begins to explain, bringing tears to my eyes. "Hey now, please don't cry baby."

And I shove him, not hard, but enough against his chest for him to get the memo. "You just told me you bought a ring for me after our first anniversary, A YEAR AND A HALF AGO and you expect me not to cry?"

"I need you to know, I was not planning on showing this to you, or giving this to you, for a while. I just knew I was going to marry you and bought it with my sign-on check for the Devils."

"Do you want an answer? Need an answer? Are you actively proposing or just showing me that you've thought about it?"

Lu chuckles, running him hand that's not holding the closed box through my hair and letting it rest on my shoulder.

"You need to know that I was going to do it this summer. Take you to the lake house, take you to that little bookstore-cafe type place I let you talk me into for our first date and propose," he explains, tears pouring down my face. And he looks at me with such a soft expression that I just know I'll forever feel at home with this boy.

"Would you be okay with me just asking you n-"

"Yes," I interrupt, not caring about what comes next.

Chuckling, he shakes his head, the curls moving this way and that. "Yes you're okay with me asking now or yes to the question?"

"Both," I answer without a second thought. "God Lu just ask me to marry you already!"

"Mackenzie-"

"Yes."

"- will you -"

"Yes."

"Marry me? Not now, but at some point?" And although he knows my answer, he looks nervous.

"Luke Hughes there is no universe where I say no to spending forever with you," I assure, kissing him softly before he slips the ring, a gorgeous one that could have come straight from my dreams, onto my finger, pulling me as close to his chest as humanly possible. We stay like this, just resting together in excitement and love before I can feel his head shift back to looking at me.

"So, kids?" Are the words he chooses the re-start our conversation from earlier, making me giggle.

"One day."

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