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@domaystic 2: Scattered on the floor

WC: 557

Some Madney for these trying times. Also btw, in none of my fics will bobby ever ever ever be dead. Ever. Even if he comes back to life in the show, i will not be acknowledging bobby is dead arc ever. So u never gotta worry about that from me pookies. Love u all, love u bobby, <3.

(no beta, we die like 911 ratings after the bobby fuckery these last few episodes)

Maddie dragged herself slowly out of bed mid Sunday morning. She wasn’t surprised that Chimney wasn’t in the bed next to her. Even on his days off he was an early riser. With the new baby, he had taken the morning feed and change shifts which she very much appreciated. Pregnancy and post-partum brain just made her so sleepy.

She could already smell coffee brewing which she basically floated to. One cup a day was simply not enough during her pregnancy, and especially not now with two kids. Maddie was happy to be back to her regularly scheduled 4 cups of coffee, the occasional 5 with dessert.

She almost didn’t notice the giggles coming from behind her as she took her first sip.

“What are you doing up already? We thought you’d be sleeping in.” Chimney said, coming over to where Maddie stood in the kitchen. Before she could turn around, Chim had wrapped his arms around her to keep her facing the coffee pot.

“Well good morning to you too.”

Jee-Yun giggled in the background again, and Maddie could hear the jingle of Kevin’s bouncer with the little animals above to keep him entertained. She just wanted to go scoop up her babies and cuddle.

“What are you three up to? Don’t my babies want to come cuddle with Mama?” Maddie’s voice was exaggerated, clearly trying to reach her girl in the living room, and Jee came running into the kitchen clinging onto her leg.

“Mama, mama! Surpri—” Chim picked her up and tried to shhh her, but she persisted. “Surprise, Mama!”

Maddie was confused. But when she turned around it all made sense. All over the dining room table were flowers, balloons tied to each of the chairs.

“What’s all this for?” she asked, welling up slightly as she looked at Chimney.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mads.”

She had completely forgotten. With everything going on in their lives recently—having a baby, Chimney stepping up at work, Jee-Yun starting school—all of it had fried her brain. She had completely forgotten that Mother’s Day was this week—that Mother’s Day was today. But Howie hadn’t. And clearly neither had Jee, because she wiggled herself out of her father’s arms and ran back to the living room where Kevin was bouncing.

“Look, Mama!” Jee said proudly as she spread her arms to present the scene in front of her. The coffee table was covered in Legos that had spilled onto the ground and were scattered throughout the living room. In the center of it all was a mostly completed Lego set of a bouquet of flowers, surrounded by piles of Duplos and Legos that didn’t look like much of anything.

“Did you do all this for me?”

“Mhm! Helped daddy with flowers! And made mine own!”

Maddie took her coffee to the couch and sat down while Jee excitedly ran around showing off all the things she had made. Chimney smiled down at the girls, sneaking off for just a moment to return with a slice of coffee cake for his wife as he sat down next to her.

“The flowers would have been done, but Jee—”

“Howie, they’re perfect.” Maddie kissed him softly. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you for being such an amazing mom, Mads. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”

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besties that like 911, you guys should def go read my bestie's fics 🫶🏻 they're doing domaystic and they're absolutely slaying!

@domaystic day 1: Fraud Buddie drabble: 524 words

Buck laughed as Eddie turned on the mixer to start blending their frosting, powdered sugar spraying up all over the front of his black tank top. It stuck to his lips making him look like he'd taken a whole spoonful in his mouth, and of course it was all over the counter now too. The floor was practically a snow day.

"I said slow, Eddie. Slowwww."

"Yeah, well that was the slowest setting! How was I supposed to make it any slower!" Eddie laughed. "Where's your broom again? Closet by the fridge?"

Buck was too busy laughing to see Eddie going over to the closet he definitely didn't want Eddie to be opening. But by the time he realized, it was too late. Several presents, wrapped with bows and all, tumbled out from where they had been hastily thrown earlier that night. They now joined the powdered sugar on the floor as Eddie looked even more stunned.

"Buck...We said no presents. That's why we're making the cake," Eddie pouted.

Buck bashfully pushed his foot through the sugar on the ground drawing meaningless shapes.

"I know," he whispered. "I know we said no presents but it’s our first anniversary, and I saw something that was just perfect, which turned into two, which admittedly turned into six—"

"Baby, I didn't get you anything." Eddie felt a little embarrassed if he was honest. He knows Buck. He should have known his boyfriend—God he loved saying that—wouldn't be able to let the occasion pass by without presents. He felt like a complete idiot.

Buck got some of his confidence back hearing the sadness in Eddie's voice, and seeing the pink come through underneath the sugar. He sauntered over and brought his hands to cup Eddie's powdered cheeks.

"Eddie, every day you give me you. You invite me into your family, you give me something to come home to, you give me a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on. And every day you give me and Chris the absolute best version of yourself. You deserve a little something in return. So let me spoil you. Please? Thats your present to me."

As Eddie looked up at Buck, his heart swelled. It was like he was baking the cake in his belly at 450 degrees; Buck’s smile seemed to always do that to him, warm him from the inside out.

“I will be getting you something, I hope you know that,” Eddie said softly. “I wanted to and I stopped myself because someone made a rule he didn’t follow, Mr. Anniversary Checklist.”

Buck’s face flushed like Eddie, laughing as he leaned down to kiss Eddie’s cheek. He pulled back with powder white lips, licking up the sweet taste. He poked Eddie in the chest, “Look, do as I say, not as I do.”

The two of them laughed, and Buck nudged Eddie on the shoulder.

“You go clean up, and I’ll finish the frosting, baby. Then we can do presents!”

And the only reason Eddie listened was that he needed to furiously buy the 8 things in his shopping cart with next day shipping.

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What fandom are you planning on writing for? Please say Criminal Minds

it may or may not have something to do with this guy 🤭

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Yes please come back and write a fic!! We miss you!!

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okay but i'm actually planning a fic around my whole current layout soooo hopefully i will have something for you guys very very soon!! 🫶🏻

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i miss yall... please make me write for you guys again 💔

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I have made Spencer Reid bingo

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SFW/NSFW Alphabet

I said I’d do it, and I am doing it! Please specify which alphabet you want (sfw/nsfw) and do me a favor of not requesting too many at a time, but you can of course request multiple times!! Thanks for being understanding that I was occupied with my October Challenge this month, I will try to focus more on this blog again for November! Templates are by @ the-coldest-goodbye (who I am not tagging directly because they probably are annoyed over people using their lists and tagging them lol)

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SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

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NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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i present to you: the most boyfriend picture of mgg i've ever seen. it's so spencer coded

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AND IF I RE-READ OR RE-WROTE HER IN HONOR OF THE NEW THEME, THEN WHAT? 🤨

"All Your Being" ~ S. Reid

pictures in collage somewhat accurate description of reader; Spencer Reid icon by @lilacprentiss

Summary: When Y/N has to use herself as unsub bait, it leads to some much unexpected behavior from Spencer.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Midsize!Reader (ik that's a lot, sorry)

Word Count: 2,890

Content Warning: implied smut at the end and a short makeout scene but nothing graphic, mentions of domestic and sexual abuse (related to the case), mentions of female body parts, details of the case (similar to normal CM violence), alcohol consumption, mild swearing, description of reader's looks and weight

Genre: mostly Fluff, a lil suggestive in some places tho

Extra Notes: first off, imma apologize bc she got kinda wordy and very case-oriented again so sorry about that! ☆☆☆ this is a lowkey self insert because i NEVER see midsized!reader so to all my fellow midsized girlies, gays, and theys, this is for us!

Based On: this post by @reidrestrained

Takes Place: during S10, seeing as Kate is here. it's not important to the story though.

Originally Written: 05/27/2022

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞." - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 (𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬)

"Good morning," Spencer smiled as I met him in the apartment lobby.

"Good morning," I grinned back. "You seem extra happy this morning," I noted, noticing that his smile stretched from ear to ear.

"Oh, nothing," he said before holding out a bouquet of flowers that he was hiding behind his back. "Just the fact that it's been half a trip around the sun since I asked you to be my girlfriend."

I blushed, feeling my cheeks heat up as I took the flowers from him. "Hey, didn't I ask you?" I joked.

"However you wanna look at it," he smirked, leaning down to kiss me.

I smiled into the kiss, savoring every second of it. His lips tasted slightly of coffee, which I assumed he'd been sipping on just moments before our meeting.

BEEEEEP!!

"I already know what that means," Spencer grumbled against my lips.

"Don't the bad guys know it's our anniversary?" I asked jokingly.

As Spencer pulled out his phone from his back pocket, my phone beeped as well.

"New case in Las Vegas, crime fighters!" - PG

"At least it's in your hometown," I noted with a sideways smile.

"Happy anniversary to us," he commented sarcastically, kissing me one last time.

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"OK so, exactly one week ago, Bella Reyes of Oklahoma City was found beaten and stabbed in her Las Vegas hotel room," Penelope started, the pictures popping onto the screen.

My stomach internally churned at the pictures, though I was used to seeing pictures worse than that.

"Was she staying there alone?" Spencer asked, combing over the file in front of him.

"Yes. However," Garcia paused as the pictures on the screen changed. "This is Maya Graves of Seattle. She died exactly a week earlier than Bella Reyes, same M.O. but a different hotel. She was staying alone but she was at a casino earlier in the night with a friend and the friend's fiancé."

"Why are we just now hearing about this?" Kate asked.

"It wasn't until this morning that they connected the two. Turns out, Bella Reyes was also last seen at the Lucky Coin Casino, the same casino Maya went to with her friends."

"Well, he's not afraid to cross racial lines. Bella was Hispanic, Maya was white," Derek mentioned.

"That's the thing, Hot Chocolate," Penelope said, gaining her a chuckle from the team, "The only things they seem to have in common are that they were both single and they were both on vacation. Bella was a twenty-year-old college student who worked part-time as a barista. Meanwhile, Maya was twenty-nine and worked full-time as a hairdresser."

"They could just be spur-of-the-moment kills. Either way, we need to get to Las Vegas to make sure this doesn't happen again tonight," Hotch instructed, "Wheels up in twenty."

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"Alright, what have we got?" I asked Rossi, placing down the cups of coffee I'd just finished making.

"A crappy composite sketch, video surveillance of his back, a fake name, and no one to identify him."

"Don't forget a crappy media name too," I laughed.

The media had deemed him "The Casino Casanova," which I was sure was making the unsub's inflated ego swell up even more.

"Hey, guys, look at this," Spencer interrupted, summoning Rossi and me.

"Hmm?" I hummed, handing him his cup of coffee.

He took a sip of the warm liquid before explaining, "I'm not sure if it's important, but both victims are brunette, albeit Maya's was dyed brown, and they both have similar body types."

I examined the photos, realizing what he meant. "They're both midsized," I confirmed.

"Midsized?" Rossi inquired, seeming unfamiliar with the term.

"Not straight size or small, but not plus-sized either," I explained. "Like me."

I felt immediate regret upon stating my explanation, knowing exactly what Rossi was about to say.

"You know," he started, a gleam appearing in his eye, "You might be able to lure him out."

"Rossi, I don't think that's such a good idea," Spencer interrupted. "We barely know anything about this guy."

"Sure, we do. He's a thirty-year-old sadist who hates new faces," Rossi insisted. "You put on a sexy outfit and sit at a slot machine by yourself, you're sure to find him."

I groaned in protest, though I knew he was probably correct. "Dammit," I grumbled.

Kate and Hotch rounded the corner, Kate beginning to laugh at my annoyed state. "What's up with you?" she giggled.

"They're making me give up the comfort of my sports bra for the unsub."

"I'd quit," she commented, followed by a small string of laughs.

Rossi stepped in, seeing as it was his idea in the first place. "Spencer made the observation that the victims share a body type. Y/N happens to fall into that body type. I think she could go to the casino tonight and lure him out."

"It's not a bad idea," Hotch agreed. "Y/L/N, did you bring any appropriate clothes?"

I nodded in response. I wasn't sure why, but I always made it a habit of packing a semi-formal outfit. I guessed it would come in handy at some point or another.

"OK, but what if he figures out I'm an agent?" I stressed.

"We'll send Morgan along. He can keep watch at a distance," Hotch instructed.

"I'm going too," Spencer insisted.

Hotch disagreed, "We could really use your brains here, Reid."

"I don't want Y/N going if I can't go as well."

My eyes widened. I had no doubt Spencer would stand up for me, but I was surprised to see him say something like that to Hotch.

"Alright. All three of you can split up. You and Morgan can watch from different angles. Just make yourselves blend in. I'll tell him when he gets back from the M.E."

I took a deep, nervous breath, anxious about how that night was going to play out.

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Sometime around 6:30 that night, I found myself walking to the stairwell of the hotel we'd been staying at, anxiety filling my stomach with the thought of catching our unsub. I still hadn't figured out why Spencer had insisted we take the stairs, but nonetheless, I obliged.

I exhaled nervously as I opened the door, ready to get this case over and done with.

When I opened the door, I spotted Spencer leaning against the wall, one leg crossed in front of the other.

"You ready to go?" I asked, breaking him away from staring off into space.

"Yeah," he replied. Once he'd finally looked up and made eye contact with me, the only thing he said was, "Woah."

"Thanks, I guess?" I giggled.

"Sorry," he said, shaking himself from his gaze. I thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets at first. "You just look… woah," he reiterated.

"You don't look half bad yourself, Doctor," I commented on his new suit.

I noticed his eyes inspecting every curve, every dip on my body. His eyes lingered a bit longer on my boobs, almost like he had to pull them away from the sight.

I blushed, unsure exactly what to say. Acting quickly, I joked, "You know, you could at least act like you have manners."

He awkwardly swallowed, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry," he replied hesitantly. "It's just… I never expected your body to be so beautiful in these form-fitting clothes."

"Yeah, let's just hope the unsub has a similar mindset tonight," I chuckled.

Spencer's face turned to an expression of contempt. "Are you sure about this?"

"Spence, I'll be fine. Prentiss used to put herself out there for unsubs on practically a weekly basis. I've got this."

"Well, Morgan and I will be within watching distance," he mentioned.

"I'm not sure if you're trying to reassure yourself or me," I giggled lightly.

Spencer swallowed again, taking in my appearance once more. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"Spencer, it's literally our six month anniversary," I snickered, "Why on earth would I have a problem with you kissing me?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I'm acting animalistic."

I grabbed his face, giving him a long and reassuring kiss. For a moment, I had to question if I could stop myself. Between the smell of his new cologne and the energy in the air (presumably caused by the fact that it just so happened to be our anniversary), I wasn't so sure I wasn't going to take him right there in the stairwell.

He hummed against my lips, almost like he wasn't going to stop me if I did try to jump his bones.

It was when his tongue softly glided against my lips and entered my mouth for a split second that I had to remind myself why we were in that stairwell in the first place.

"Come on. We're supposed to meet Morgan at the casino in ten minutes," I reminded him, almost laughing against his lips at how ridiculous we must've looked. "It's an eight minute drive from here."

"We've got four minutes with the way you drive," he kidded, going back in for another kiss. "You can't just walk out here, looking like that, and expect me to act like I have manners."

I finally managed to break away from him, though I wished I hadn't had to. Upon separating ourselves, I noted my artificial height difference from the stairs. Between the stairs and the high heels on my feet, I was finally taller than Spencer, and due to his behavior, I could tell he enjoyed looking up at me for once. "Come on, pretty boy. We gotta go."

"Well, don't expect me to keep my eyes to myself tonight," he said. I couldn't tell if he meant it with a joking inflection or a serious one, but the way he was acting, I figured he was being serious.

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Despite my best attempts to feel confident, I felt like all eyes were on me as I entered that casino. I attempted to fix my dress out of nervous habit, but the more I pulled it down in one direction, the more it rode up in another.

"Remember: brown hair, late 20s to early 30s, and a narrow nose. He's extremely cocky and will probably force you to let him buy your drinks," Derek reminded me.

I nodded, stepping away from the two. "Just promise me you'll both watch over me like a hawk."

"My eyes aren't going anywhere," Spencer stated, like it was a fact.

"Oh, I bet they aren't," snickered a teasing Derek.

I rolled my eyes at the two before heading over to a slot machine, inserting a couple coins in and letting an anxious breath out.

After a few minutes had passed, I heard someone walk up behind me.

"You're doing pretty good at that," he commented over my shoulder.

"Thank-" I stopped, realizing it was the man from the composite sketch, "You."

"Yeah, I won double that yesterday but you’re doing pretty good for someone who doesn't frequent this place," he added with a snarky inflection.

"Yeah, I don't get to visit casinos all that often so I'm surprised too," I agreed, playing into his ruse.

"I'm Asa. Asa Novak," he said, holding out his hand.

I reluctantly shook it, replying with, "Lola Smith." It was times like these that I was thankful for aliases.

"I'll tell you what helps," he stated, flagging down one of the waitresses. "Liquid luck."

I swallowed nervously. "Could you excuse me for a moment?"

He nodded, giving me a once-over as I stood up. I paced over to the bar, standing beside Spencer casually.

"Anything?" he asked, barely audibly.

"Asa Novak."

"I'll get Garcia on it," he whispered. "Don't drink whatever it is he got you."

"Wasn't planning on it," I whispered back. To the bartender, I instructed, "Just some water for me."

She nodded, turning to make the drink for me.

Once I'd received my drink, I paced back over to Asa, who was seemingly staring at the slot machine I'd just left.

"I was gonna get you something," he mentioned, almost like a demand.

"I don't drink. Sorry."

"Who goes to a casino and doesn't drink?" he asked mockingly.

"Me."

BEEEEEP!!

My phone went off in my purse, prompting me to peek at it.

"Asa Novak = Kasanova. It's just an anagram to throw us off. Any other clues?" - Spence <3

I turned to face Spencer, shooting him two blinks, which was code for "no."

"You know, I've been in Las Vegas for four years, but it feels as though I've been here for ten."

"How so?" I asked, making a mental note of everything he was saying.

He continued on telling me about his "personal life," though I wasn't sure I believed any of it. He told me all about how he'd "needed a fresh start" and "wanted to know what city life was like."

After a few minutes, he turned away, giving me ample time to shoot Spencer a text.

"Where is that damn waitress?" he grumbled, looking around the room.

"Been here for four years, felt like ten. Emphasis on the numbers." - Y/N

Spencer casually nodded in my direction, just fast enough for me to see him before I turned back to the unsub.

I distracted him for a few more minutes, pulling out my flirty personality that I forgot I had. It had been so long since I'd had to flirt, I was starting to feel rusty.

The more I talked to him, the less at ease I felt. At one point, he'd stood so close to me, I thought he'd kidnap me right there in front of everyone.

Nothing had ever brought me so much comfort as when my phone beeped again, alerting me of a new text message.

"Evan Herrington. Wanted for domestic and sexual assault in three other states. The numbers correlate to the length of his name." - Spence <3

"You know, Asa," I started, "I feel like I know you more than I know myself."

"Good thing or bad?"

"Depends," I answered. "Would you consider being wanted in four states a bad thing?"

His face turned to one of anger, his fist balling up by his side. Next thing I knew, it was flying toward me, but luckily, I dodged quick enough to avoid it.

Unfortunately, Spencer had come to my rescue.

As I turned to check on Spencer, I remembered that catching that unsub was a little more important. However, when I turned back to cuff him, he'd already sprinted off.

"Uh-uh," I heard Derek sass across the room, pouncing on Evan and placing the handcuffs tightly around his wrists.

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"Sorry about your eye," I told Spencer as we walked through the hotel together.

"Sorry you had to listen to that guy," he sympathized half-jokingly.

"I don't know how Prentiss does it," I joked, unlocking the door to my hotel room.

"What? Flirting with unsubs?"

"No, giving up her comfortable bras," I laughed, tossing my bag on the bed.

"You know," he smirked, stepping closer toward me. "I think I know some place that bra would look better," he commented, placing his hands on the backs of my arms.

My eyes widened in surprise, seeing as he'd never been this open before. "Where's that? The floor?" I joked, knowing that was most mens' generic answer.

"The trash can," he rebutted.

My eyebrows creased in confusion, seeing as I didn't quite understand what he was implying. "How do you figure?"

"You're so beautiful. Why would you want to cover your chest like that?"

I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from laughing, but it was no use. One giggle after another trickled off my tongue, like he'd just told the most hilarious joke in the book.

"What?" Spencer asked. This time, his eyebrows creased.

"Sorry," I apologized through my snickers, "It's just funny to me that you're so open about loving my body."

"I love all of you. Why wouldn't your body be included?" he asked, rubbing the backs of my arms.

"I don't know. I guess I just assume I'm gonna get hurt like I have in the past."

This was the most vulnerable I'd ever been with Spencer. In past relationships, I seemed to always be the one to get hurt, but with Spencer, it was different. He was different.

"OK, I want you to do something for me," he blurted out. "Sit down on the bed."

I nodded, sitting down in front of him. He moved to kneel in front of me before placing my hands atop his head, prompting me to play with his hair.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taking in the feeling of what felt like freshly-washed hair.

He looked up at me with doe eyes. Those big, sweet, full of love, angel-like, doe eyes. "If it would please the court," he started, leaving a small kiss on the inside of my leg, "I'd like to show you how much I love all of you."

I felt a happy tear slip down my cheek, prompting me to move my hand from his hair to my cheek. "I don't know if I've told you this recently, Spencer Reid, but I love you with all of my being."

"And I love all of your being."

"𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 — 𝐈 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ��𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥." - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫

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Y'all, this was SO fun to write. It made me feel so confident and less insecure about my body type 🥺

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ik ur changing ur layout but i just wanted to drop by n say that I LOVE the kitty in the pumpkin basket it's so cute do you by chance have the og pic 😭🫶 it's SO cute omg

okay it took me a minute but this is the image! i couldn't tell you what app i used to get rid of the white bg. idk what exactly the original image is, i have only seen it as a png but maybe google reverse image search can help? hope this helps!! 🫶🏻

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okay she has been updated and she is so cutie and inspiring me to write a new fic for u guys 😌

yall i just realized i haven't changed my layout since october... lemme fix that 🧍🏻‍♀️

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yall i just realized i haven't changed my layout since october... lemme fix that 🧍🏻‍♀️

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down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

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Please reblog if you know anyone who might take party drugs.

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no clue what to do with these bois so ill leave em here