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i love volleyball idiots <3

“darling.” tobio tried.

you didn’t answer him, just allowed him to voice his thoughts as you typed up a quick, late night email. you two were all dressed up, having to go to some kind of gala for tobio’s team. you just needed to finish this and you two could get out of the apartment.

but tobio’s mind was always wandering. he recalled his teammate and their partner, and the cute nicknames they gave each other. then he wondered why he didn’t have a nickname for you. you had told him that it’s up to him to give you a nickname, and he took it pretty seriously, testing all the pumpkins and sweet cheeks he could think of.

“volleyball.” he stated and you looked up from your laptop. he was looking at you for an answer.

“you are not calling me ‘volleyball.’” you said.

“but i love volleyball.” he reasoned.

“i’ve seen you spike a volleyball, are you gonna smack my ass like that?”

your boyfriend shrugged like it was a genuine idea.

“tobi,” you emphasized. “you’re not calling me a volleyball.”

“fine.” he conceded and started walking around, coming up with more pet names.

you signed off on the email and sent it. finally closing your laptop and ready to go out to a nice dinner where people praise your boyfriend. a glass of champagne wouldn’t be so bad either.

“ready to go, pretty thing?” tobio asked.

“cute.” you said. “but that doesn’t suit you.”

“let’s just go.” he pouted, putting on his shoes.

you followed him to the front door, where he held your hand to help you balance into your heels like a gentlemen. then he held the door open for you to step through.

you smiled as you walked out, about to thank him when he landed a smack so hard on your ass that it would put his serves to shame.

you yelped and put a hand to cradle what was definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

“tobio!” you gasped as his smirk.

he simply closed the door and locked it.

“let’s go, volleyball.” he laughed to himself.

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[You and Spencer Matched!]

Through the persuasion of JJ and Penelope, Spencer Reid created a dating profile. He only had two photos: the first, an awkwardly adorable selfie that Penelope helped him take, and the second, a candid Emily had taken on a night out with him and Morgan.

He didn’t see the need for more (nor did he have any more), and his profile was bare, but the girls helped him through the swiping process, and after feeling immense guilt for rating someone by their looks and the unattainable standard he put on them, Spencer got the hang of it.

One of the rare early nights the BAU had, Spencer found himself swiping aimlessly, not having the courage to go through the 12 matches he already had, when he came across the familiar, beautiful face of his coworker. You.

It looked like you were outside from the sunlight on your face; it was such a sweet, innocent picture of you smiling, only shot above the shoulders, and Spencer couldn’t help but grin at it. That smile quickly dropped when he went to the next picture, where you stood in the mirror in an all-too-small bathing suit that showed so much more skin than he was used to seeing at the office.

In a panic, he closed his phone.

Then, after a couple seconds, he unlocked it again, only for your body to still be there.

It felt wrong to him, seeing you like this, but he couldn’t look away. He already knew you were gorgeous; this picture just seemed to infinitely enhance his attraction towards you.

And when he felt his pants starting to get tight after a few minutes of staring at the picture, he shut off his phone hastily and went to bed.

The next morning, it was still there. He hadn’t closed the app, so it was expected, and Spencer found himself a bit relieved. 

But he had to go to work, so against his better judgment, he screenshotted the photo, closed the app, and headed to the bureau.

Penelope immediately asked him about the profile. Spencer, upon seeing you across the room and unintentionally picturing the bikini, cast his gaze downward and said it was "fine."

When he got home that day, he tentatively opened the app, and there you were. Having not swiped either way, you still presented yourself as the first option.

And that’s how it went for a few days.

Spencer is feeling conflicted because, on the one hand, he is so attracted to you, but on the other, you are coworkers. He ended up scrolling through your pictures a few times and reading the little blurb you put about yourself, but he couldn’t bring himself to make a decision.

One day at the office he just sat staring at you. you were doing paperwork—he was supposed to be doing it too. What had it been now? A week since he screenshotted it? Spencer finally felt that he had to make a decision. So he pulled out his phone and opened the app for the thousandth time to see you again. And as he took a deep breath, about to make a choice, he heard a squeal from behind him.

"Y/N!! "You do online dating!" Penelope was practically standing over his shoulder when he jerked at the noise, but her eyes were on you. "Your profile is on Spence’s phone!"

Your eyes caught the two of them, looking unbothered.

"Oh, cool." You smiled. "Spencer came up on my page a few days ago too."

The boys' eyes widened. For some reason, it didn’t occur to him that just as he could see your profile, you could see his. He thought about the two awkward pictures he had compared to your beautiful and full-of-life profile, and he wanted to hide away forever. But then another thought crossed his mind.

"Did you..." he piqued your interest."Did you swipe right on me?"

You smirked a bit at him and shrugged.

"I guess you’ll just have to see."

Spencer had never done anything quicker in his life when a new page popped up saying:

You and Y/N matched!

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“i like making you cry”

brad bakshi x reader

“jo’s my new assistant.” was how brad greeted you.

eyes moved from your notepad to the man approaching the desk. he sat back in his chair with all the confidence in the world, and you were used to his demeanour, but this new idea of his caught you off guard.

“i’m your assistant.” you said.

“not anymore.” his arms went behind his head as he leaned back and closed his eyes. “jo is. i only need one assistant.”

you froze.

“w-what?!” you nearly shouted, but brad gave you a quick finger to the lips—shut up—so you did. “i’ve been your assistant for over a year, brad.”

“i know.” he said and got up. “i’ll pick you up at 8 tonight, we’re going to celebrate jo’s new position.”

and with that he left.

~*~

the club was definitely not where you felt like being tonight, especially with your soon-to-be ex coworkers. but Ian insists on places he can show off, so a handful of you were dragged with the excuse of celebrating.

you stayed in a booth far away from everyone, staring at your single drink and trying to hold back tears.

a shadow cast over you, you didn’t have to look up to know who approached you cause you recognized the voice instantly. “well, you don’t look happy.”

a scoff escaped you.

“why would i be?” you muttered, and brad probably didn’t hear it over the music. quite frankly he probably didn’t care, but he slid into the booth anyway, right beside you and took a swing of his beer.

“have another drink.” he told you.

“i’m about to lose my job, brad, i’m not gonna waste my limited income on drinks right now.” but despite what he said, you took a large gulp of your drink. the remembrance of being unemployed made you sniffle.

brad leaned a bit closer.

“are those tears?”

“shut up, brad!” you physically push him a away and turn your back to him. “just tell me i’m fired already and leave me alone.”

brad chuckled deeply and ran a hand through his curls. you only admired him for a second before you turned back.

“why would you be fired?” he asked.

“you said jo is now your assistant and you only need one. what else could that mean?”

“it means i’m putting you in charge of e-commerce.”

your neck nearly snaps when you turn towards him. god he was so close to you.

“what?” you breathed out, and you’re pretty sure your breath touched his skin. you sniffled again. “i’m not fired?”

“god no, seeing your cute face is the only thing that makes that cesspool bearable.”

an angry blush spread across your face at his words.

“why didn’t you say this before?”

his gaze shoots down to your lips for a second before looking back at you.

“i like making you cry.”

“you sadistic bastard.” you hiccuped a bit and furiously wiped your tears away. “why’d i get promoted?”

brad sighed and rested his arm behind your shoulders.

“well, i find it gross when people hook up with their assistants, and thought i could get more use out of you by promoting.”

“wait—hook up? brad, i’m not gonna sleep with you for a position.” you tried to scoot away, but his arm stopped you. he chuckled again.

“you already have the position. and now i can finally put you in those ones you’ve been telling jo about.”

if it was possible, you blushed even harder. your body froze instantly and all you could manage was a,

“w-what?”

brad moved in close to your ear and whispered,

“have you not been telling her how you want me to bend you-”

you shut him up by kissing him, if only to save you from the embarrassment that he was about to put you through by finishing his sentence.

luckily, he immediately grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer and taking control. his tongue was the first to reach out, and he guided you with such precision and dominance that you moaned into him. he leant back to chuckle a bit, but moved his hands to your waist in order to pull you into his lap to resume.

the two of you were hidden in the booth, but even if your coworkers could see you, you couldn’t care. you roamed your hands all over him, his chest, arms, anywhere, while he stationed his on your ass, holding you in place where he can do what he pleases.

you grabbed the front his shirt and pulled yourself closer to his body. he groaned into your mouth before stopping you.

“brad.” you whined softly.

“believe me, i’d like nothing more than to take you here. but i want to have a job on monday.” he kissed your neck. “let’s go back to my place.”

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all too well (ten minute version) [annie’s version]

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quick question: why does NO ONE talk about this look abed does from 3x11?????????

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Drunk Spencer x Reader

you’re fast and impatient.

hands are moving at the speed of light, yours and spencer’s, running and fumbling with the tie—shirt—buckle—collar—anything to get closer to each other. you just want to feel him and be close to him.

the door closes hastily behind as you two tumble into the apartment. what was it? a minute ago, but it feels like an hour.

you spent all of dinner looking hungrily at him, the drinks didn’t help that fact that you just wanted to undress him. and the hasty cab ride home you had to keep your hands to yourself.

once in private though, you both snap. desire and adrenaline fuelling your need for each other and at this point in time it seems like you’re gonna rip into each other like animals.

but once there’s no more clothes to tear off, and it’s just you and spencer and your heavy breaths, you can’t help but to slowly lean in for the kiss. he takes you gently by the waist and presses you ever close to his body. you sneak your way through his hair tenderly. because after all the hast and animalistic desire, you can’t see yourself ruining him. he’s a beautiful piece of artwork, and your whole world. and as much as you want to tear into him, you can’t. because he deserves to be cherished and loved.

this is a result of a few drinks and me missing my partner cause they’re working late:(

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(when you agree to go out with him)

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spencer reid kisses you like you might disappear.

not in the ‘delicate like glass—doesn’t want to break you’ way, but in the ‘grabs you like you might slip through his fingers, so desperate to hold you close, hands roaming all over your body to memorize every part of you.’

when he finally pulls away he’s breathing heavy, face flushed, but he’s still clutching onto you. he’ll never let you go. after the horror he faces everyday, he needs to hold onto the beauty that is you.

spencer reid kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

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naofumi and his girls <33

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i love yor but we are loid’s spouse in this

episode 21 inspired ~~~

“fiona frost.” she said.

“y/n forger.” you smiled, placing anya’s magnifying glass on the table. “would you like to come in and wait for loid?”

her head only nodded a fraction, but you stepped aside anyway to lead her to your couch. her hair was snow white, shoulder length with blunt bangs covering one eye. the free one was dusted with gorgeous white eyelashes that completed the mysterious, sexy look she had going on.

it was a bit hard to hear that she worked with loid. of course you trusted your husband, but insecurities still ate at you no matter how much logic defied them.

“do you have something to ask me?” she must of caught you staring.

“n-no!” you established composure again, right in time for the front door to open.

“anya’s back!” the little girl shouted and you instinctively went to great your family.

“you’re all back early.” you smile at them, then notice fiona had followed as well.

your husband took on a look of confusion at her. and while they had their conversation, you gave anya back her glass, and helped her take of her coat. once you had made sure bond’s paws weren’t going to dirty up the floor, you reinserted yourself into the conversation, noticing the building tension.

“why don’t we all have a coffee?” you ask to break what seemed like a secret code between the two. “anya, would you like some cocoa?”

loid quickly replaced his look with a smile towards his daughter. “actually, anya, you promised you would study when we got home.”

after a small whine, and helping you make coffee and cocoa, anya did go back to her room, but not without tugging on your sleeve to whisper “anya doesn’t like her. anya likes mama.”

with the little blush that came across your cheeks, you stuttered out an excuse for anya to go study before she left and you returned to the living room.

“here are the coffees.” you smile, placing everything down before turning to loid. “and your decaf.”

you couldn’t help but notice smirk that fiona took on, distracting you from your husbands thank you.

“doctor.” she called. “you always prefer the plain black coffee i make for you at the hospital.”

you nearly dropped the tray. plain black coffee? loid always asked you for decaf with milk. had he been lying?

“too much caffeine hurts my stomach.” he said, without looking at her and taking a sip. “i much prefer the decaf my wife makes me.”

you could hardly stop the blush and smile that graced your face, so you excused yourself to the kitchen with the pretence of putting the tray away.

however from there, you could hear their hushed conversation, and as much as you didn’t want to eavesdrop, you couldn’t help the straining of your ears.

all you could catch was,

“…better wife…like me…she’s inadequate…”

to which loid responded, quite clearly with a hint of annoyance,

“i adore my wife and so does my daughter.”

you pretended to wash dishes while they had their conversation, until loid called you over. acting like you hadn’t heard fiona’s remarks, you hurried to your husbands side, only for his hands to grab around your waist—which elicited a small squeak from you—as he pulled you down onto his lap in one swift movement. you then found yourself perched sideways, with your legs across loid’s as one of his hands held your hip, while the other planted protectively above your knee.

“i will see you on monday at the hospital.” loid told fiona. “please get home safely.”

if the sudden move of affection hadn’t broken fiona’s stone cold face, the words loid uttered had her face fall into disbelief (only for a second before she regained composure). she then cleared her throat, stood up, and bid adieu before making her way to the door.

even though you tried to lift yourself out of loid’s embrace in order to get the door for your guest, his arms held firm, keeping you where you were meant to be.

only when the door clicked shut, signalling fiona’s dismissal, did you turn to him.

“loid.” you said. slightly blushing at the proximity of your faces. “that was rude to say to your coworker.”

instead of answering you, his eyes trailed over your features, a soft and adoring look on his face while the hand resting on your thigh moved up to cup your cheek.

“you’re the perfect wife for me.” he whispered, leaning in.

you both closed your eyes and melted into each other. your hands quickly moved to loid, pulling his as close as you could while kissing.

at that moment, any insecurities you had melted away.

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i love how keith david did the narration for pillows and blankets in s3 and then joined the show for season six. i haven’t seen anyone talk about it but i just like it :)

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doctor who?

one thing you love about spencer is the fact that he’s a huge geek. in fact, you first met him at a doctor who convention. he had come up to you in a giant curly wig, and a multi-coloured woven scarf, rambling about how you looked just like this one actress—a companion, or something like that. honestly, he took you by surprise and you didn’t register a word he said. actually, you think there was a lady in a fez hat in the background cheering him on.

“so, who’s your favourite doctor?” he said.

“um… probably dr. phil.” you had answered.

his complete blank face had made you chuckle a bit.

“i’m actually waiting for the bus.” you motioned to the sign above your head. he looked up and immediately got embarrassed, you noticed the girl watching you look horrified and try and sneak away.

“o-oh.” he gulped. “i-i’m sorry, i thought you were here for the convention. i’ll go now.”

and he put his head down and left.

the next time you met spencer, was at the bau. this time, you approached him in the conference room, and neither of you were dressed as a character.

“hi doctor,” you greeted his turned back. “are we ready to hunt daleks?”

he turns around with a face of confusion, only for it to drop into horror at recognizing you.

“you…” he said. “you’re the new agent.”

“yes, i am.” you affirmed and sat down. “and i ended up watching some doctor who when i got home the other day.”

he perked up a bit, sitting down across from you, “you did?”

a nod and a smile, you said, “yea, kind of interesting.”

“how did you find the portrayal of the space time continuum throughout a monoverse? especially considering the time paradox.”

“woah, woah, woah, pretty boy.” agent morgan walked in with a cup of coffee. “it’s a bit too early to start talking about the fabric of space and time.”

“actually,” you said, “space-time is more like a net holding a ball, where the mass of the object curves the net inwards, affecting space and time.”

you catch spencer’s gaze.

he often told you that was the moment he fell in love with you.

so it was only appropriate that you told spencer the big news three years into dating with something doctor who related. you opened for a baby sized curly wig, and a tiny, hand woven, scarf. you got the conference room all set up and had the team bring him in when you were ready.

unfortunately, spencer didn’t get who the wig and scarf were supposed to fit, and your saviour, penelope, entered with an entourage of balloons that said: ‘congratulations, it’s a girl!’

needless to say, the two of them went crazy with the doctor who baby clothes. and you wondered if your baby would be a huge geek like him.

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don’t you just love submissive men?

you couldn’t help biting your fingernail to try and stop from smirking. first glance at you got him to blush and every one after that warranted a stutter. it was all too cute when he was supposed to be presenting to this room full of legal professionals and high status people.

honestly, who cares who’s in the room right now. for all you know, the banquet hall is filled with a million potted plants, your only focus is on dr. reid.

such unruly hair and boyish face. he had to be in his late twenties; fbi agent and phd? probably a child genius or something.

god, you should have paid attention when he introduced himself, you bet he has such a cute name. but you didn’t really care for this seminar and were more preoccupied with the drinks until the mentioning of a case you knew caught your attention. and then dr. reid had your entire presence. first it was just to make sure he got all the facts right—it was a case you worked on after all—but after the computer like regurgitation he repeated, you were more interested in the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for more than a minute.

maybe it was worth it to come here tonight.

and maybe you could have a bit more fun before you make him come over.

a sweet smile to the waiter, the order of a new glass of wine and gentle fixing of his cuff has dr. reid staring directly at you for about 3 sentences straight.

the stare down you give him, though, when the waiter hands you your glass of red is the last thing you needed.

“thank you, and have a great night.” dr. reid ends, hastily leaving the podium.

the initial shock of the room lasts a split second before chatter and soft music starts, and everyone’s attention is directed away from the speaker. every one but yours. the entirety of your eight person round table gathers up and leaves, creating room for the doctor who approaches.

“uh,” he places his hands in his pockets and clears his throat. “hi.”

you smile, amused, and take a sip of your wine, not breaking eye contact. he clearly didn’t have a plan of action.

“hi.” you say back and his cheeks tinge pink. “would you like to take a seat?”

he nods his head and reaches for a chair across the table, but you kick out the one beside you. his eyebrows raise.

“i won’t be able to hear you if you’re so far away.”

he sits down beside you and you notice the stubble around his face.

“uh—i’m spencer. dr. spencer reid.” he nods.

“i’m y/n l/n. prosecution.”

“a lawyer?”

you nod.

“that was my case you were talking about.”

he purses his lips.

“your case?” he asks. “i think it was my case before it was yours.”

you laugh a little.

“you caught him, i made sure he’ll never see the light of day. my case.”

“you wouldn’t have anything though if i hadn’t caught him.”

“i think we have an argument on the horizon dr. reid.” i say, and take the last sip of my wine so as not to smirk at the blush he tried to hide.

he likes to be called doctor.

you decide you’ve teased the man enough. better upgrade to full on torture.

your heeled foot draws directly to his, and after his slight move away (thinking that he was in your way), you stretch to the inside of his ankle.

he instantly freezes, realizing what you’re doing.

“you don’t think we could share the case, dr. reid?” you tilt your head as your foot rises a bit higher, grazing his leg.

“uh-uhm.” he clears his throat. “i don’t see why we can’t.”

you smile.

“do you like to share?” you ask, and he shifts a bit, but doesn’t let your foot move away from his leg.

“not particularly.” he mumbles.

you take your foot back and his eyes shoot to you.

“i wouldn’t mind sharing with you though!” he says a bit too eagerly.

you bit your cheek from laughing at his adorable demeanour. time to end this thing.

“i live a few blocks from here.” you tell him, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh. your voice drops to a whisper, forcing him to move closer. “would you like to come over and finish this conversation in private?”

his response takes less than a second.

“yes, please.”

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david rossi’s matchmaking services - aaron hotchner

first date with aaron hotchner <3

should i have worn the red dress?

the black fits nicely, it’s comfortable to sit in, and it’s my go to. but red says ‘confidence’, dave said i need confidence, especially after going back into the field of dating.

god, i can’t believe i let him set me up.

a blind date.

i can’t believe i’m going on a blind date in a fancy restaurant like some cliche.

deep breaths and fighting don’t help. the constant pull on the hem of my dress just reminds me i’m so used to the sweats and tshirts at home. i mean, what else would i wear? a five year old daughter doesn’t allow for such proper clothing.

and that’s when i decide i’m done. i can’t do this. i’m going home.

the napkin plucked from my lap falls onto the table, and i’m about to stand up when the shadow of a man casts over me.

eyes immediately looking up to a tall, stoic man. face like a classic sculpture, beautiful but void of emotion.

i freeze.

“are you y/n?” his voice is deep and smooth.

i blink, still half crouched.

“yes.” my knees practically give out and i sit back down. my hand reaches across the small table. “you’re aaron?”

he takes my hand for a firm shake, and i’m so entranced by him that i don’t even care if he is aaron.

there’s soft lines on his face indicative of a slightly older man, probably who has seen some things. his short, cropped hair screams ‘routine’, and it may be the fact that i’m a mother, but his whole in charge demeanour has me instantly swooning.

“sorry?” i ask, noticing he said something and i was distracted.

“i asked what you do.”

“oh—uh, im a secretary. what do you do?”

i feel my cheeks heating up, embarrassed about my childlike stuttering.

“i don’t mean to sound insensitive,” he starts, “but im not interested in dating. my son and my job take up my whole life and quite frankly i don’t have time. i apologize and hope you have a great night.”

my jaw drops. watching him stand up so nonchalantly makes my blood boil and something snap.

“sit back down.” i say. his eyes flicker towards me. “you show up late, ask one question and decide you’re finished? if you have any manners you would at least hear what i have to say.”

he sits down obediently.

“you’re right.” he says and i somehow get angrier.

“of course i’m right. i wasn’t too happy either to go on a date with someone i didn’t know either, but i trusted dave. obviously you didn’t if it took you two minutes to decide i wasn’t good enough for you. i have a kid too, you know. maybe i want her to have a father figure in her life, so i put myself out there.”

by the end of my lecture i’m taking deep breaths, feeling a bit better at letting that out.

“you have a daughter?”

once again he throws me off.

“i do. isabel.”

“how old?”

“five last month.” i say. “what about your son?”

for the first time tonight i see a small smile cross his face. it instantly lights up his face and once again—against my will—makes me swoon.

“he’s seven.” his voice is full of love. “jack.”

“jack.” i breathe. “beautiful name.”

“so is isabel.”

we look into each other’s eyes. something about this moment sends butterflies swarming through my body. i return his smile.

“i’m sorry.” he says. “i would like to get to know you.”

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“do you think we could do it?” i ask. spencer looks down at me from his book, eyes tired from flying halfway across the country, but he never goes to sleep without reading. i sit up a little to clarify. “like JJ and Will.”

“JJ and Will?” he asks. “is this because we saw henry and michael today?”

“you just turned 34, come on.” i sigh. “and michael’s hands are just so tiny! besides, we’re already henry’s godparents…”

“you want a baby?” he puts his book down on his lap, looking over to watch me as i lay down beside him on the bed.

“of course i want a baby!” i whine. “you’re away so often, and as much as i love penelope it’s not like i can take care of her like a child.”

spencer chuckles. “no, i don’t think she’d like that very much.”

a smile crosses my face. “so you agree? we should have a baby?”

“you know you’re ovulating now, darling,” he looks over his book again, “why don’t we have this conversation when your hormones aren’t as dominant.”

“spencer reid if you say anything that misogynistic again i will suffocate you while you sleep.”

once again he chuckles.

“i mean i don’t want you to make a choice you might regret.”

“i won’t regret it, i’m 30, i have a good job. you know i’ve always wanted kids.” i pull the puppy dog eyes. “and don’t you want little geniuses running around?”

spencer takes a deep sigh. “i know you’ve thought about names. what are they.”

i perk up, folding the pillow under my arms to prop me up.

“something classical.” i smile. “like theodore.”

“theodore?” spencer places his book on the nightstand before turning to me, giving me the attention i want. “means ‘loved by god’.”

“ancient greek name.” i finish.

he leans over to give me a quick kiss.

“and for a girl?” he prompts.

“amelia.”

“amelia?” he raises his brows and i shrug. “i thought you wanted classical?”

“what do you think?” i ask and he takes a moment to think.

“sebastian.”

“sebastian?” i giggle.

“you wanted classical!”

“i like it.” i assure. “and for a girl?”

“charlotte.”

“are these the names of the characters in your book?”

“you caught me.” he laughs and i groan.

“spence!” i whine as he grabs me in a bear hug.

“well, i think you should name our kids.” he says and i blush, no matter how many years we’re together it still feels new. “i think you would be a great mother.”

i giggle as he whispers in my ear, trying to push him away playfully but he won’t let me go.

“now look who wants a baby.” i tease and he kisses my neck.

“what can i say?” his hands lower. “you convinced me.”

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boxers and a sports bra - spencer reid

in which the team finds out about you and reid…

“so, pretty boy,” morgan spins in his chair, looking directly at me, “will your belle be joining us tonight?”

i send a glare towards his shit eating grin, but garcia pops in upon hearing this new gossip.

“reid’s brining his mystery girlfriend?” her pompom headband swaying side to side as she turned to him. “you’re bringing her to my christmas party!”

“i think L/N is bringing someone too…” Morgan takes a sip of his coffee and the pompoms face me.

“you too! so many new people to meet, i have to make more food.”

“no no,” i say, “that won’t be necessary.”

“why?” garcia pouts, “is he vegan? do i need to make different food?”

“no-i, i just mean-“

“there isn’t going to be anymore extra people” spencer clarifies, staring at me. i sent him a look.

“what? what do you mean?” JJ, who had just been eavesdropping chimes in.

“i mean-“

“spence, no.” i cut.

“well it’s not like morgan can keep his mouth shut.” spencer says and emily gasps.

“no.” she says in disbelief, turning to a cheshire morgan. “how did you find out?”

“what?” penelope looks between us all, “what is going on?”

“well, it seems as though two of our agents have been having sleepovers lately.” derek explains. “and i only found out who when i went to drop off reid’s report this morning and heard L/N calling him back to bed.”

the guttural gasp penelope let’s out, nearly dropping her things in the process is dramatic enough for me to drop my face into my hands.

“well maybe if you met spencer at work like a normal person you wouldn’t have seen me in my underwear!” i retort.

“underwear?” JJ gasps and my eyes widen, realizing what i said.

“what kind of underwear?” emily teases, but my face just turns red so she faces morgan for answers.

“reid’s boxers and a sports bra.” he says and a round of ‘oohs’ erupts from the crowd.

“you’re just lucky she put on something before she came into the kitchen.” spencer shrugs and i whip a pencil at him.

“spencer!” i scold, and he rubs his head where the lead bounced off his head. “why don’t i just tell them about what you were saying last night?”

his eyes widen like a deer in headlights and i know i’ve got him.

“you wouldn’t.” he states uneasily.

“just wait ‘til the christmas party.” i threaten.

our staring contest is cut off by penelope.

“this is officially my favourite reality show.”