#stuartscolaxreader

John boyd x reader

Warnings:none

You sat on the couch, a warm mug of tea cradled in your hands. The soft flicker of the TV was just background noise as your mind wandered back over the years. Thirteen years. It felt like a lifetime in the best way possible. You and John had been through so much together—cases, late nights, moments of joy, moments of struggle—but through it all, you'd always had each other.

The sound of the front door opening pulled you from your thoughts. “I’m home!” John’s voice echoed through the house, as lighthearted and familiar as ever.

“Welcome back,” you called from the couch, the smile tugging at your lips before you even saw him.

He appeared in the doorway, his jacket hanging off his arm, a tired but content expression on his face. The exhaustion of the day was written on his features, but when his eyes met yours, the weight seemed to lift.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said, walking over to you with a relaxed grin. He bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Thirteen years, huh?” He took a seat beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You leaned into him, the warmth of his touch a comfort you had grown so accustomed to. “Thirteen years. Time really does fly,” you murmured.

John chuckled softly, brushing his hand through his hair. “We’ve been through a lot in that time, haven’t we?”

You nodded, your gaze softening as you thought back to the beginnings of your relationship. From the late-night talks, to the long days at the lab, to the quiet moments like this one. It wasn’t always easy, but you never doubted that you were meant to be together. “We have. But somehow, we always seem to make it through.”

John sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch. “It’s funny, isn’t it? Thirteen years together, and we’ve survived some pretty crazy stuff. But somehow, we’re still here, still going strong.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his hand. “Somehow, we’ve always had each other. And that’s all that matters.”

John looked at you, his expression serious now, though the warmth never left his eyes. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, [Y/N]. Not for all the cases in the world, not for all the time I’ve spent chasing down answers. You’re the best part of my life. The one constant. Thirteen years… it’s nothing compared to what I want with you.”

Your heart swelled, a wave of affection crashing over you. Thirteen years of marriage, of shared life, of growing together. You had been through so much, but in that moment, everything felt just right.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Here’s to thirteen more years,” you whispered against his mouth.

John smiled, his arms pulling you closer. “Here’s to forever.”