you had received that text from jay an hour ago, and you’re standing in front of your said freak of a boyfriend, who’s half drunk, half stubborn, refusing to let go of your hands.
“jake,” you sigh again, fifth time in a minute probably as his grip tightens. “i have to study,”
“you study all day,” and he almost sounds pathetic, especially with those glassy eyes that are brimming with love and desperation, and the pout— how can you forget. “it’s like you’re dating engineering and not me,”
“that’s not true—”
“you didn’t even pick up my calls,” he even pretends to sniffle, lips jutted out in a pout.
“i put my phone on silent,”
“that’s basically a divorce,” he clings to you like a koala as you help him in, forcing him down to sit on the bed.
you almost laugh at how he looks— flushed and messy, hair askew and eyes looking like they are brimming with tears. he looks at you like you put the stars in the sky, and he continues to look at you when you reach out to unbutton his shirt, slow and gentle.
“you know, i’m nothing without you—” a hiccup, he swallows, and even if you break your ‘no jake till exams end’ rule, you wouldn’t blame yourself.
he’s pretty damn convincing, his pout is dangerous, whines that compel you to give in. he knows just how to bat his lashes and make you give him what he wants.
“sorry baby, finals week,” you say and nods, firm and knowing. he is aware, he knows it’s your finals week. the seven most dreaded days of his life where every second passes in agony.
honestly, it’s his final week too since jake would rather die than go a day without hearing your voice and seeing your pretty face.
but he is here now— begging and wasted, holding your hands like you’d disappear the moment he lets go. “let me stay for the night,”
“jake, i really have to study,” you insist, and he whines, heart breaking and chest collapsing.
this is worse than breakup.
jake could die, literally. he would rather die than not have you— what’s the point of living anyway if he’s going to lose you to fuckass engineering. not only is that boring, it’s not even as good as physics.
“angel, please,” he is sulking even more now. “please, baby,” and he pleads, again. “just one night, please,” and again, non stop, hoping you have mercy on your poor boyfriend and give in.
you feel your resolve breaking but you try to stand your ground.
you know what happens when he stays— study session turns into midnight yapping, then kisses, cuddles, and you get no revision done.
“i’ll be good and sit quietly,” he tries his best to convince you, “i won’t even touch you even though my hands ache to hold you,”
and jake gets possessed by shakespeare when he is drunk. it’s something you noticed just a few weeks ago when he described his love for you like the laws of gravitation.
your gaze meets his eyes and he is giving you his best puppy dog eyes. somewhere behind you, the wind flips the pages of your textbook through the window, and before you know you are already giving up.
“okay— but no touching,” you mumble, resigning, not even trying to act like you can resist his handsome face any longer.
and he beams at your words, eyes lighting up and lips morphing into the prettiest smile. jake feels like he can breath again and well...he does need you like oxygen.
“no touching,” he promises, but little do both of you know that just thirty minutes later, you’d be in the bed in his arms, under the blankets.
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[y/n] sat comfortably in spencer’s house reading a book they picked out of one of his many bookshelves, waiting for him to come home.
in the small time they have been together, it had become a ritual for [y/n] to be waiting at spencer’s house after a case. [y/n] would: cook a meal, both for spencer and them, light some candles, and wait for him on his sofa with a book. it was something that brought spencer and [y/n] comfort, as they both anxiously waited to see eachother after his cases.
after a hard case, this ritual had become extremely important to him as the case he was coming back from was particularly long. the time away from [y/n] made spencer realise that he missed his partner deeply, not just emotionally but physically too.
whilst he was on the case, trying to hunt down another white male in his late 30s, spencer could not get [y/n] out of his head. every time he came back to his hotel room, all he could think about was how he wished [y/n]’s arms were wrapped around him.
physical touch was something new they had introduced into the relationship and with spencer being a germaphobe, he hated touching, especially their hands. [y/n] was very apprehensive of introducing it into the relationship but it was something they deeply appreciated so they both decided they would slowly introduce it.
both [y/n] and spencer had been spending a lot of time at each others apartments and just before spencer left, both of them had just recently started sleeping in the same bed, cuddling each other to fall asleep. [y/n] had gotten used to this, so when spencer had to leave for his job, it meant that they missed having spencer wrapped in their arms dearly.
[y/n]’s thoughts were disrupted when they heard the lock turn and the door fling open, they quickly got up to greet their boyfriend, “hi, baby!” they smiled warmly and quickly embraced him.
“hi, my love,” he grinned, “what did you cook? it smells amazing.”
“i cooked your favourite!” they said excitedly.
spencer took this time to get changed from his work clothes, into comfortable wear. he made his way to the kitchen where [y/n] was cleaning the dishes they had dirtied because of the meal and he leaned against the doorframe, admiring his partner.
[y/n] finished cleaning the dishes and turned to walk out the room, “jesus spence, you scared me!” they said startled, walking past spencer to get to the living room.
spencer followed them as though he was a lost puppy, [y/n] plopped themselves on the sofa. spencer pouted at them and [y/n] looked at him curiously before asking, “what’s wrong spence?”
“i missed you so much during the case,” he whined as [y/n] stared at him lovingly, “all i could think about was your hugs, your kisses, your cuddles — all my thoughts were being invaded by you!” he explained, “it was almost like i was craving you but, i couldn’t even do anything about it since you where nowhere near me.”
[y/n] smiled at him, “oh yeah?”
“yeah.” he pouted, crossing his arms in the process.
“i think we should do something about that shouldn’t we?” spencer nodded eagerly.
[y/n] laid on the sofa, indicating to spencer to lie down with them. he quickly plopped himself onto [y/n] as they wrapped their arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back with one hand, and with the other, playing with his hair.
“mmmm, this feels so nice, thank you my love.” he said loving all the attention he was receiving.
the rain danced on [y/n’s] window rhythmically. [y/n] was on their bed, scrolling mindlessly on their phone, that was until xavier texted them.
they looked up from their phone, straight towards their window where they saw xavier drenched in rain, pleading to come in. they let him in and he made himself comfortable on [y/n’s] bed. “what do you need xavier?” [y/n] said with their arms crossed.
“what, can’t i come visit my lovely [y/n]?” he said, closing the gap between them with a hug and a kiss on their forehead. “i’ve missed you this week, ” he whispered, “ive been busy with wednesday all week and when i came to find you, i couldn't - where were you?”
[y/n] looked up as they spoke, “i’ve been hiding from you.”
“what, why?” he asked with a confused expression, slightly loosening his grip on his partner.
“well, wednesday addams,”
everyone was talking about her, naming her ‘the new emo girl’ in school, and xavier was part of the group, all he talked about was his fasciation with wednesday.
“the days before i was hiding from you, all you would do is talk about her, it was like you were her own personal fan boy!” they took a step away from his embrace, “oh my gosh, wednesday this, oh my gosh wednesday that, i’m sure she’s lovely but, i got tired hearing my boyfriend fangirl about some girl, so i started hiding from you.”
xavier’s lips formed a smirk, “you know what? something about you smells real bad. ‘wanna know what it is?” [y/n] looks at him, “it’s jealousy.” he said teasingly.
“i am not jealous.”
“you are so, but you know what? its okay, i understand i’ve been spending a lot of time with her and i’m sorr-”
“not a lot, a huge amount! it’s so unfair!” [y/n] crossed their arms, slightly pouting.
“okay, i’ve been spending a huge amount of time with her. i’m so sorry baby, please let me make it up to you, okay?”
“...okay.”
xavier smiled wide and embraced [y/n] once more, this time kissing them deeply. “next time please tell me these things okay? i don't want to make you feel left out of anything.”