Spencer Reid and Tom Cruise Imagines

Long Island Iced Tea

A/N: Hey peeps! This is my first Tom Cruise imagine, and there will be many more to come. ( maybe some smutty ones along the way ;) ) Hope you enjoy reading these as much as I love writing them!

Character: Brian Flanagan
Movie: Cocktail
Content: strong language, blood, description of injury

Slam!

My head shot up from my book when I heard the sound, and I set it down to see to it. "Brian? Are you home?" I called from the living room, but was met with no answer. I ran into the kitchen, where the front entrance was, worry spreading in my mind like a disease. I opened the door, and my hand flew to my mouth.

There Brian stood- soaked in blood.

He stood in front of the closed front door, tears glistening in his eyes. His shirt, white before he left, was now sadistically decorated with splashes of crimson. His hair was partly gelled with blood, and his forehead was covered by a large cut, infested with a small piece of glass. He stood there for a moment before looking up at me, still frozen from the sight of him. "I, um," he began, "t-there was a fight- and-"

I ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight embrace. He flung his arms around me, his breathing uneven, and cried into my shoulder. The blood on his clothes seeped through the fabric of mine, but I didn't care. I had to make sure he knew that he was safe. "Is this-" I cleared my throat, "is this your blood?"

He sniffed. "Yeah..."

My heart felt as if it would burst out of my chest. "Let's get you cleaned up."

•••

Brian and I sat on the floor in the bathroom. He winced as I removed the glass from the cut on his head, wiping it clean after. He took off his bloody shirt and threw it in the bathtub, making sure not to stain the bath mat. I wrung out the soft cloth in my hand and lightly tapped it on Brian's chest. "Now, what happened?" I asked.

Flashback: Brian's POV

The quiet chart music flowed through my ears as I wiped an empty glass, awaiting closing time. Everyone at the bar were sat at tables, enjoying their drinks.

Well, almost everyone.

One guy, sat in front of me at the bar, sipped on what was left of his third drink, hiccuping occasionally in between swallows. I set down the glass and placed both my hands on the bar. "Alright buddy, I think you've had enough for tonight." I said, moving my head down to meet his eyes.

The man stared back at me with a piercing glare. "I've had a hard day, so piss off and pour me another tea."

I raised an eyebrow and turned away to pour him a drink. I handed the now full clear glass to him, and he frowned in anger. "This isn't an iced tea, man."

"You need water."

"Look-" the man stood from his seat and stumbled slightly. "Don't tell me what I need!" I braced myself for whatever hell was to come from this man.

I walked around to the opposite side of the bar. "Calm down-"

"Wouldn't you do the same if you had a hard day, Flanagan?"

"Absolutely not, I have a girlfriend to go home to."

"Oh yeah, that slut Y/N, right? Surprised you got with her considering she whored around-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence. My blood boiling and my brow furrowed, I pushed him over. I controlled my anger after that, and composed myself. "Get out of my bar. Right now."

I wish that was the end of it.

The man stood back up swiftly and threw his previous iced tea glass at my head.

Present time: Y/N's POV

"The moment the glass made contact with my head, I just saw white. I felt him throw me straight into the glass shards on the floor. I don't remember anything after that aside from waking up after everyone left- ow!" Brian squirmed.

"I know it stings honey, just try to keep still." I held back tears as I wiped and patted away the blood on his massacred chest.

"I couldn't listen to him talk about you like that."

I hesitated in answering, slightly chocking on nothing. "They're just words, love. They won't wound my pride."

Brian kneeled in front of me, grabbing my hands tightly. More tears made his eyes shine, more so than they already did. "They're not just words. I can see that it hurts you, and I don't want you to feel hurt. You are the most amazing, sweet, beautiful woman I have ever met, and I will not stand for anyone slandering my one and only love."

I smiled at him, tears streaming, and collided my lips with his. They moved in sync as my hands explored his fluffy hair, and his explored mine. We broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you so much," he said.

"I love you more-"

"Impossible!" He put his finger over my lips and laughed heartily. "It's just gonna be you and me."

"Just us?"

"Just you, me, cocktails and dreams."