#bench resource

[kapacb413]

canto 8 part 1 takeaway

[atomicbonk]

★﹚BENCH TRIO RENTRY GRAPHIC

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[decotel]

⠀⠀⠀𓃹⠀⠀⩋⩋੭⠀⠀⠀⠀the owner wants to play.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ꦼ⠀⠀◟ ͜ ◞⠀do you accept its offer?

⠀⠀⠀benchtrio icons ⠀⠀ꦼ⤾⠀⠀f2u no creds

I <3 benchtrio... Super self indulgent..

[softservesoymilk]

I’ve been refining my pokemon tcg strategy. I’ve now decided my mission in life is to be as much of a nuisance as possible. All my pokemon are annoying as fuck to deal with. Zebstrika targets the bench, Pidgeot switches up the bench, Dragonite smites the bench. Your 20 hp potions will not save you. Serperior and Exeggutor and Mew and Gardevoir and Celebi and Mewtwo will not save you. They’re gone now.

Also Kingler is there for some reason

[nothing-nothing454545]

no, i dont think im obligated to still small talk an hour into my meet up with a friend group ive been a part of for 2 years, and i dont think im overreacting or showing a lack of loyalty when im unsatisfied with such a conversation. As someone who hates small talk, that friend group isn't for me, and i get nothing from it, and i will choose not to feel like a weirdo (derogatory) or a traitor (..because we didn't promise each other we'd be together forever afaik), for being unsatisfied and leaving. ive shown them affection (that i didnt fully feel) for as long as i could

[confines]

alright! the chair is sanded, oiled, and back together. didn't cut the feet off because that's gonna be cutting a half inch off of some three and a half inch feet and i'mma be honest that is real scary. how is that going to affect the chair. am i going to want to attach new wood to create more length and more strength? also if i go back and get the bench and it needs a minimum of 3/4ths cut off what then. so i'm letting that part wait. but she is smooth, she is greasy, and she is beautiful. wonderful saturday activity.

[piratefalls]

I think at this point I've resigned myself to not getting a full night's rest for a hot minute. nothing quite like having to spend a day asking colleagues for attorney recommendations "for a friend" when universally "for a friend" always means "me" (even though it's not, but I did need attorney recs).

[fantasiac]

making Stardew Valley scarecrows and rarecrows for a server I'm in

looking at it now, Radish Head might be a little out of scale compared to the others, might have to redo him

[websitedevlopment]

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

some words for worldbuilding (pt. 1)

Air

billow, breath, bubble, draft, effervescence, fumes, puff, vapor

Arena

aquarium, bazaar, coliseum, field, hall, mecca, stage

Building

abbey, architecture, armory, asylum, bakery, bar, booth, cathedral, club, construction, court, department store, dock, edifice, emergency room, factory, food court, fort/fortress, framework, garrison, greasy spoon, hacienda, hangout, headquarters, hotel, inn, institute/institution, jetty, laboratory, mansion, mental hospital, monastery, mosque, museum, nursing home, office, pavilion, penitentiary, plant, prison, rampart, repository, ruins, sanctuary, shrine, skyscraper, stockade, storeroom, structure, temple, theater/theatre, treasury, warehouse, wharf

City

capital, metropolis, town, village

Furniture

altar, banister, bench, booth, bunk, cabinet, chair, couch, crib, davenport, dresser, furnishings, futon, jetty, lectern, partition, perch, platform, pulpit, rail/railing, screen, secretary, stand, wardrobe

Geographic division

area, county, desert, dynasty, kingdom, outskirts, quarter, sector, suburb, territory, tract, zone

Habitat

abode, ecosystem, environmentalist, habitat/habitation, harbor, home, land, nest, paradise, premises, refuge, settlement, tent

Habitat, human: accommodations, apartment, barracks, cabin, castle, condominium, convent, domesticity, dungeon, element, encampment, estate, grange, hacienda, home, house, housing, hut, jail, lodging, madhouse, monastery, neighborhood, old country, palace, prison, reservation, resort, sanctuary, shanty, suite, vacancy, villa

Habitat, rural: barn, burrow, conservatory, desert, farm, forest, grange, jungle, sanctuary, wilderness/wilds, wood/woods

Land

abyss, avalanche, bank, bay, bed, bluff, campus, cape, cavern, cliff, compost, cove, crevice/crevasse, dirt, downgrade, dune, elevation, estuary, expanse, field, fossil, garden, glacier, gorge, green, ground, gulf, harbor, hillock, inlet, knoll, landscape, lawn, lot, marshy, menagerie, mine, moat, mound, mountainous, nature, outlook, park, patio, pit, plateau, plaza, porch, prairie, projection, property, quagmire, ravine, ridge, savanna, shelf, soil, stack, table, trench, tundra, valley, well, wood/woods, yard

Nation

country, home, land, nationality, soil, state

Personal item

adornment, amulet, beads, best-seller, briefcase, cache, cargo, charm, contraceptive, disguise, effects, equipment, favorite, gem, glasses, handbag, jewelry, knickknack, luggage, marionette, memorabilia, necklace, novelty, object d’art, odds-on-favorite, paraphernalia, pledge, possession, pride, puppet, purse, resources, ring, souvenir, stuff, supplies, sustenance, thing/things, trappings, trifle, valuable

Planet

cosmos, Earth, galaxy, moon, planet, sphere, world

Region

capital, commonwealth, quarter, region, settlement, suburb

Room

alcove, attic, bath, bedroom, boutique, cellar, den, enclosure, foyer, gin mill, hall, lavatory, loft, outhouse, parlor, restaurant, saloon, shop, stage, store, tenement, theater/theatre, vestibule

Shape

angular, beaten, billowy, checkered, concave, conical/conic, crescent, curly, deformed, elliptical, flat, gnarled, kinky, misshapen, obtuse, round, shapeless, spiral, straight

Vehicle

camper, conveyance, motorcade, transport

Vehicle, air: aircraft, armada, blimp, dirigible, helicopter, shuttle, UFO

Vehicle, land: ambulance, bicycle, car, cherry-picker, dolly, excavator, model, traffic, truck

Vehicle, water: armada, boat, craft, fleet, sailboat, yacht

Water

abyss, aqueduct, basin, beach, blackball, brook, cape, channel, condensation, creek, deep, estuary, fountain, gulf, heading, inlet, lake, oasis, pond, promontory, reservoir, sea, spray, strait, tide, wash, wave, whirlpool

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[yuuminni]

fe engage is the ultimate build your blorbo fe because you can slap tiki's starsphere on anyone you want to train, grind with either miccy or still just tiki with whatever maps with chokeholds, and call them "good units actually! :)"

[somuchforahobby]

interrupted

PART 2 ; PART 3

Summary: young!obi-wan x jedi!reader / Obi-wan tries to flirt with you but gets interrupted by his young padawan / this is fluff and the reader is a tease! Word count: 800 Warnings: none i think ? Read on AO3

You are looking at Chandrila’s night sky when you feel him behind you. “Obi-wan” the name leaves your lips like a request.

“You are up late” he sits next to you.

Your eyes do not leave the stars, “I can never see all this in Coruscant” you exhale, “it’s beautiful” 

Obi-wan scoffs, “you can always take your ship and go for a ride if you miss it” 

You turned to him, one eyebrow already up, judging him. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded.

“I don’t have a ship, master.” you dragged the word like an insult, “Perhaps you should advise the council on the matter.”

A scoff left his lips, “I am no master and I have no authority to take matters to council”

“You will be soon enough” you muttered bitterly, returning your sight to the sky.

“Maybe you’ll beat me to it”

A soft smile crossed your face, “I highly doubt it”

“Why don’t you have a ship?” he asked sheepishly. 

You took a deep breath before looking back at him and leaned back on the bench, “why do you think?”

He scooped closer, his chin almost touching your shoulder, “maybe you are a lousy pilot”

“Am I now?” you teased back, leaning closer.

“yeah, I’m thinking you ran over master Yoda once and you got banned from even sit in a cabin” 

The image made you laugh, “maybe” your eyes dropped to his lips, so dangerously close to yours now.

Obi-wan noticed and backed away. “Is that what happened?” 

“No” you smiled, “nothing really happened.” You hugged your legs to your torso, hiding your face on your knees. “Since I am always on Coruscant, the council does not think I need a ship to space.” 

“It is a proper use of resources, I’d say.” He said, solemn as always.

“Yeah, I guess.” Your head leaned back to the sky, “but I love it so much, I’ve only been there a couple times.”

“Missions?” 

“No” you scoffed, “when I was brought to Coruscant, a few of my own–”

“What do you mean ‘a few of your own’?” 

You turned to see him with eyebrows furrowed, “I have my tricks” you teased.

His bright blue eyes were widened, “what tricks?”

Your shrugged, gazing the stars, “a girl can do a thing or two to get her where she wants to be, I’m sure you understand” 

“I don’t?” There was a glint of amusement in his tone, but also concern.

“Let’s just say that, sometimes some random guy who wants to show off, takes me for a ride in space.”

“Just like that?” 

“Just like that”

“You’re putting yourself in danger, don’t do that” 

“I am a jedi, you know?” you bit back with a hint of annoyment. 

“and they are men”

“men who think I’m pretty and who get me back to the city in hopes to see me again” 

He was silent for a few minutes, before adding, “you could ask some other, mmm, partners” 

“jedis?” you turned to him, hoping he would realize the ridiculousness he had just suggested. 

If this was how he faced threats, he would not live a long life; Obi-wan was nearly trembling next to you, his blue eyes assessing you like you were a menace, shy and self conscious. “Yeah, I’m sure there are jedis who think you’re, ummm, pretty and would, of course, like to, uh, invite you or more like, uh take you–”

“for a ride?” you interrupted his stuttering. 

He nodded and you took it as a cue to lean closer, “you think a jedi knight would take a girl to see the stars on his ship, late at night, when nobody sees them?”

Obi-wan nodded just the slightest.

“you think there are jedi knights who find me pretty?” you bit your lower lip just to torture him further. 

His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he nodded.

“Like who?” 

He swallowed, leaning forward, “me, for starters”

You felt your face warming up but you still pressed, “and would you help me see stars, Obi-wan Kenobi?” you asked agape.

He bit his lower lip, his bravado coming back into his body when he whispered, “Any–fucking–time sweetheart.” 

His hand was on your jaw, pushing you towards him when you heard a voice near.

“Obi-wan hates flying, you should ask another pilot” 

“ANAKIN” Obi-wan stood up, walking towards the blond child. “You should be asleep”

The little kid looked up to him, “I am having nightmares again, master Kenobi.” his wobbly voice made your heart break.

Obi-wan exhaled, passing a hand through his face and pushing his hair back before crunching down to the kid’s height. “I’ll be there in a minute and we will meditate together, alright?” 

Anakin nodded, “I am also a pilot, you know?” he asked you, “The best in the Galaxy” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, young padawan” You smiled, standing up and walking beside them. “I should go to sleep as well, good night boys.”

You winked at Obi-wan before turning on your heel and walking away.

PART 2

[tvickiesims]

4t2 Lovestruck Expansion Pack

A fruit of our labour with @platinumaspiration (featuring moral support and useful advice from @lordcrumps 😀) is finally here!

Key features:

138 objects 24 beddings 7 seasonal plants 9 windows 6 doors 10 fences 2 arches 2 columns 69 floors 199 walls

Smoothed out meshes, no shine (except when necessary), quarter tile placeable;

All garden plants are seasonal, have undersides and all original recolors;

Fences are included but don’t show in the collection file because it’s not possible to add them.

Everything that doesn't look like deco and is meant to function - is functional (all lights light up; fans are animated; surfaces have slots; doors, windows and curtains have diagonal versions, book pile is functional, costume trunk is a wardrobe etc etc...);

Thank's to Nikki's perseverance, the guitar is functional too (requires Argon's Custom Instruments mod, included in the archive);

Picnic table was cloned from an object by Inge Jones. In order for sims to sit on the bench, you need either my edited version of Inge's Hidden Picnic Chair (called Tvickiesims_ijHiddenPicnicChair, included in the archive) or the original one from the link above). You'll also need her other mod called "IsChairABooth" (included in the archive).

My edit of Inge Jones' Hidden Picnic Chair was cleaned of some resources, has a new mesh, doesn't contain textures, is easier to grab and click, costs 0 (you already payed for the table) and becomes invisible in live mode (inspired by @lamare-sims's Invisible Kitchen Surface);

Wall fan and water tower reduce bills;

Armchairs and sofas have morphs (Nikki has my eternal gratitude💗);

Heart bed (Vibromatic Nuevo) vibrates and lights up 😏, all thanks to Nikki;

Basic Breakup Double Bed was turned into a blanket (works with @lamare-sims's Unmade Bed mod);

Most wallpapers were cut in half to preserve their patterns (thus their quantity). These walls have clear numbering system and will appear close to each other in catalog;

Romance Rendezvous Bar Back's mirror has wonky reflection. It can't be fixed;

Everything is separated between two collection files - one for buy mode and the other for build mode;

@lordcrumps' shadow file is required for the shadows to work (included, delete if you already have one copy in your downloads folder).

Buy mode:

Build mode:

Hidden Picnic Chair placement for the picnic table (like a normal chair basically, no cheats needed):

Objects we didn't like enough to bother with (not converted):

Compressed, meshes merged with recolors, clearly labelled, picture and collection files are included.

🫶💐❤️Download at SFS❤️💐🫶

UPDATE 19/08/2024

Edited Ash tree and Thunderclap to drop leaves in autumn, smoothed Thunderclap's trunk. Fixed Tri Aviary LoveSymphony Sculpture's one recolor.

UPDATE 20/08/2024

The Flame Of Love Candlestick and Sequence Of Love Candle Bunch had a small shadow issue, it's now fixed.

UPDATE 22/08/2024

Fixed Lovestruck Fountain's price (was set to 0).

[sag-dab-sar]

Hellenic Polytheist Reconstructionists

Am I a reconstructionist? No. And I do think there is a difference between Recon and Revival.

Here is my feeling of difference, some are absolutely going to disagree with this but its my perspective:

"Polytheist Reconstructionism & Revivalism is the worship of a pantheon of Gods heavily influenced by the original religion that worshipped them. It is not a claim of continuity with that religion, or a desire to reinstate the ancient culture & its morals/laws. Reconstructionism attempts to be as close as possible to actual ancient practice without forgoing modern morals. While Revivalism attempts to remain close to the meaning of the ancient practice— allowing for heavy modern adaptations while still fulfilling the ancient practice purpose."

My entire practice has to be modified for my disability, I had dreams of recon but the methods I can't preform.

My zero spoon praxis is all modern:

My method of low spoon / no spoon libations is entirely modern and not at all how the ancient people would do it. Purpose: Doing libations is better than not doing them.

The idea of just invoking them. Saying "Hygeia" before a shower. Saying Theoi's names before a sip or bite to make it an offering. Etc. Purpose: Again literally anything is better than nothing.

Watching TV "with" the Gods (no I don't believe they're sitting next to me or anything). Purpose: keep the Gods in my life and mind, as they were ever present for the ancient people.

Defining "purity" as being clean with the clear ability to focus on the Gods even if in PJs. Definitely not ancient standard. I'd worship if sick if I can get all the symptoms under control (like cough medicine for example), have clean clothes, wash hands and face, focus. I'd worship on a period so long as I was clean and could focus. Etc. Purpose: while it is not the ancient standard of purity, purity is important so I had to have some sort of bench mark (its even more important in Sumerian but thats outside scope of post)

New Festivals (I usually write low spoon versions). I'm trying out some ancient ones but I find them hard to connect to (or at least don't have energy yet to appreciate them), I make my own right now. Purpose: The ancient people really liked festivals

I could go on, point is adapting ancient practices to make an attempt to meet the purpose is my goal. I'm not focused necessarily on using the ancient methods (well not yet I take things as my disability allows)

But without reconstructionists (many of whom are classicists) I would not know:

Miasma vs lyma. And this is important because I had met people who head veiled specifically to protect themselves from miasma because they thought it was that common and bad

Different methods of purity: just washing hands face; barley throwing; fire extinguished in water; few others

How to structure ancient prayers if you want to write them in that way. And how it is interwoven with Kharis.

Literally any ancient Hellenic Festival outside the book by Labrys (and I suppose Kosmos but I don't trust the author)

Debunks of modern Hellenic Polytheist things people are claiming are ancient when they are modern

Anything that requires translation from ancient Greek to explain the concept because either no English language translation exists or more often the English translation leaves out significant valuable information for religious practice.

Explanations of ancient texts and their context

Epithet explanations

Explanations of various Theoi beyond the "God of ___" one finds in website info blurbs

Ancient Greek Calendars

Book resource recommendations and often free access.

Website resources recommendations.

Journal articles & authors recommendations

If I didn't know the ancient standards and methods I would not be able to adapt anything at all and meet the "purpose"

........ literally being able to ask questions from people who have actual knowledge of the ancient religion and are willing to take time out of their day to answer

Reconstructionists do so much damn leg work in Hellenic Polytheism. So much. And so many people seem to refuse to acknowledge that. We take it all but never appreciate their approach. And many reconstructionists have been run off this website for no good reason.

I have seen a grand total of one person claiming to be recon who disparaged non-reconstructionists, and he was a xenophobic douche regardless. Beyond that I haven't had any recon disparage revivalism [edit: as in disparage the fact that it exists or claim its not Hellenic Polytheism]. Correction on information =/= hate. Pointing out something is modern =/= hate. Having different opinions =/= hate.

So to all the Hellenic Polytheist Reconstructionists: Thank you.

-dyslexic not audio proof read-

[applereid]

— COOKIES, SPENCER REID.

“No. Sit.”

The single word cuts through the low murmur of movement in the briefing room like a command from a gavel. Everyone freezes. Agents who had just stood up to gather their go bags instinctively pause mid-motion. The sudden finality in Hotchner’s voice is unmistakable. He slams a case file down in front of Dr. Spencer Reid with a sharp thwack, the sound echoing against the walls of the conference room.

Reid blinks up at Hotch, furrowing his brows in confusion or the best version of confusion he can muster. “What’s that?” he asks, voice carefully neutral. But he knows. They all do.

The last case hadn’t ended cleanly. During a tense standoff in an abandoned textile warehouse, Reid had taken a bullet to the leg. Though the injury had been deemed non life threatening, the doctor’s orders had been unambiguous: no flying, no fieldwork, and absolutely no stress to the healing joint.

But Reid, stubborn as ever and fiercely unwilling to be benched, had ignored the medical directives. Worse, he had lied about them directly to his unit chief.

Unfortunately for Reid, Aaron Hotchner had resources. More specifically, he had you one of the FBI’s most capable technical analysts. Brilliant, meticulous, and irritatingly thorough, you didn’t miss a thing. When Hotch had asked for the official clearance files, cross-checked against internal systems, it hadn’t taken long for you to confirm that Reid’s fit-to-fly report had been altered. By Reid himself.

“You’re staying here,” Hotch says firmly, his gaze steady on Reid. “Thanks for lying to me about your flight clearance, by the way.”

There’s a beat of awkward silence as the rest of the team makes a quick exit, some offering a half hearted shrug or sympathetic glance, clearly eager to avoid becoming collateral damage in the exchange. Reid doesn’t say anything. He just exhales sharply through his nose and leans back in his chair, the tension settling in his shoulders.

“So what am I supposed to do while I’m here?” he finally asks, voice laced with reluctant defeat.

Hotch doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ll be working with y/n in the tech room. Assist where needed. Help with behavioral analysis from here.”

Reid blinks. “I’m what?”

But Hotch is already gone, the click of his shoes disappearing down the hall.

With a resigned huff, Reid retrieves his crutches and slowly makes his way down to the tech division, every step punctuated by the quiet thud of rubber against tile. When he reaches your door, he knocks once then, opting for flair, kicks it open with his good leg.

“Guess who’s your new co-analyst until further notice?” he says with a lopsided smile, stepping in as the door swings shut behind him.

You glance up from your monitors, a smile painting your face as you watch Spencer pull out a chair for himself, leaning the crutches against the wall as he sits. “Someone who… falsifies medical records and lies to his boss?”

“Touché,” Spencer murmurs, folding his arms casually across his lap as his gaze shifts to the overwhelming number of tabs and open case files displayed across your multiple screens.

“So, what’s your plan for me? Since I don’t really know how any of this works.” He chuckles, wheeling his chair a bit closer to yours. “Gonna drown me in spreadsheets?”

“Not exactly,” you reply, opening a live surveillance feed on your second monitor. “You’re here to watch for anyone who matches the unsub’s description.. white male, late thirties to early forties, curly brown hair, mustache. Think of yourself as my second set of eyes while I handle the technical work.”

He doesn’t look thrilled at the idea of being reduced to a lookout, but he leans in anyway, eyes fixed on the screen. If nothing else, he’s engaged.

In the days that follow, a quiet routine begins to form between you and Spencer. What starts as him sitting idly beside you becomes something more collaborative. He starts picking up on patterns in your workflow, asking questions, and gradually learning pieces of your process. You find yourself explaining things, at first out of necessity, but eventually because he genuinely wants to understand.

Still, there are unmistakable “Spencer” moments. Like when he pulls out a deck of cards to kill time during lulls only to lose repeatedly and insist he’s just “warming up.” Or when he critiques your coffee making skills with dramatic flair, claiming you never use enough sugar. And, of course, the times he interrupts your deep concentration with some completely unrelated observation, earning a weary sigh every time.

Yet beneath the sighs and dry remarks is something else. Mutual respect. A slow but steady bond taking shape between two colleagues who hadn’t worked this closely before. Over time, the friction turns to familiarity, the eye rolls to inside jokes.

What began as an inconvenient pairing becomes something more.. a quiet, genuine camaraderie.

You walked into the BAU one morning, the familiar weight of your bag slung over your shoulder, already mentally reviewing the mountain of reports waiting on your desk. But when you reached your office, you paused. The door was already ajar, light spilling out into the hallway. That alone was enough to raise an eyebrow.. your mornings usually started in solitude.

Curious, you pushed the door open fully and peered inside.

Spencer Reid sat at your desk, carefully placing a round Tupperware container right in the center as if its positioning were a matter of national security. His lips moved in quiet concentration, muttering something under his breath.

“Spencer?” you said softly, stepping inside with a bemused smile, gently closing the door behind you. “You’re here early.”

He startled slightly but recovered quickly, swiveling in your chair to face you. His cane, now replacing the crutches he’d used last week, leaned against the wall beside him.

“Hi. Yeah I, uh, good morning,” he added, offering a small smile. His gaze lingered on you a moment longer than necessary, his eyes warm and wide, the corners crinkling as if he couldn’t believe you were real.

You walked over to your seat, dropping your bag and setting your coffee down. “What’s this?” you asked, gesturing to the container.

Inside were perfectly golden-brown chocolate chip cookies, still slightly soft in the center. You looked over at him with raised brows, half-expecting a note or some explanation. This wasn’t exactly typical behavior for Spencer Reid, not that you minded.

“Me and my mom made them,” he admitted, chuckling shyly as he scratched behind his ear. “They’re for you.”

Your expression softened, surprised. “Really?” You picked one up and took a bite, and your eyes widened. “Spencer, these are actually— really good. I didn’t know you could bake.”

“I can’t,” he said quickly, chuckling. “That’s why I had to call in some reinforcements. My mom helped. I just�� I wanted to thank you. For putting up with me basically living in your office last week. I know it probably wasn’t convenient for you.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal,” you said, smiling. “Honestly, I kind of liked having you around. It’s nice to not be alone for once.”

The room fell into a warm silence for a moment as the air shifted between you. Something tender passing unspoken. His eyes found yours again, a little more boldly this time, like he was ready to say something he’d rehearsed in his head a hundred times. He opened his mouth to speak before freezing, watching you.

You reached across the desk, brushing your fingers over his hand where it rested on the tabletop. His hand turned slightly, his fingertips grazing yours, and it was so soft, so deliberate, that you almost forgot to breathe.

“I really liked having you around, Spencer,” you said quietly interrupting him.

He only nods at first, clearly overwhelmed, his brain struggling to catch up with the feeling of your hand in his.

“I— yeah. Me too,” he stammers, breath hitching. “I really enjoyed being here. With you. That’s…what I meant.” His eyes flicker down to your intertwined fingers, as if trying to ground himself.

You lean in slightly, your voice soft but laced with amusement. “Spencer.” His gaze returns to yours. “You were going to say something a minute ago. What was it?”

For a moment, he doesn’t respond, his mind drifting somewhere else.

He’s back in the kitchen, mixing cookie dough while his mother’s face glows from the screen of his laptop, propped up by a stack of books. She watches him closely, warmth and gentle curiosity in her expression.

“You said you liked this woman, right?” she asks with a knowing look. “Ask her out, Spence. Don’t just bring her cookies and then disappear.”

He sighs, muttering, “Easier said than done,” as he shapes the dough in his hands.

“She’s really pretty,” his mother continues.

He glances up, brow furrowed. “I haven’t even shown you a picture of her, Mom.”

But then he follows her line of sight, over his shoulder, to a photo displayed on the kitchen shelf. It’s the one he always keeps close: the two of you in your office, him seated on your lap with his arms thrown around you, your face mid-laugh, somewhere between amusement and surprise.

He quickly steps in front of the frame, embarrassed, and returns his focus to the tray of cookies. “Yeah… whatever.”

Now, standing in front of you, he exhales slowly, summoning the courage from that memory. There’s a flicker of something more certain in his eyes.

“I really, really enjoyed being in here with you,” he says, smiling. “Honestly, if it meant I got to stay in here a little longer, I’d get shot in the other leg, too.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, and then in barely contained laughter.

“And I know we’re technically not supposed to date coworkers,” he continues, more serious now, “but let’s be honest.. that rule hasn’t stopped anyone else around here. I don’t think Hotch would mind that much. So… if you’re up for it, I’d really like to take you out. On a real date.”

A soft smile spreads across your face, and you nod, your voice gentle. “Yeah… I’d like that too.”

“Great.” He lets out a small chuckle, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear before standing. “I’ll, uh… take you out after work then.”

“Looking forward to it, Spencer,” you say, still seated, your expression glowing.

With a slightly awkward yet confident huff, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. There’s a nervous smile, a tiny bow, and then he’s gone, stepping out of your office with a newfound lightness in his stride.

You turn back to the box of cookies he brought and spot a small sticky note tucked between them. Curious, you pull it out and read the quick, scribbled message:

“— See you tonight ;D”