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“Okay…. Okay. I’ve been hit by random waves of nausea the last few weeks and I’ve felt really tired. So… I had a bit of a search online,” Samantha admits, biting back a smile at the way Dr. Anderson chuckles knowingly at her. “And what I found led me to take a pregnancy test. Which was positive. So I think I’m pregnant?”

Dr. Anderson nods and writes down a few things on her notepad. “I see.“

Things Dr. Kuseno Has to Deal With
  • Typing out an entire manual for Saitama so he knows what to do if Genos “you know, gets all weird or something”  
  • Explaining to Genos why he can’t have a blender installed somewhere on his body
  • Sitting Genos down and explaining why nearly self-destructing four times in one week is a bad thing
  • Showing Saitama for the seventh time how to manually shut Genos down
  • “You want to know where what is, Saitama?” “Heh, you know…I’m just curious.” 
  • Not asking why Genos has finger-shaped dents all over his body or the occasional bite mark 
  • Getting use to the sight of Genos being carried back to his lab by Saitama on his back
  • Listening to Genos go on and on and on about how great his Sensei is 
  • “He really is amazing, doctor.” “Uh huh.” 
  • Pulling Saitama aside and giving him the “stern father figure talk”
  • “So…are you saying Genos does like flowers…or not?” “Is this really the only reason you came all the way over here?” “Yep.” “*sighs* He does. He likes tulips.”  
  • Listening to Genos have lovey dovey (as Dr. Kuseno liked to call them) conversations with Saitama over the phone while he’s getting repaired
  • Getting a call from Saitama in the middle of the night asking if Genos can get struck by lightning 
  • Getting another call from Saitama asking if “static shock would mess Genos up because he bought me these new fuzzy socks and I wanna shock him but I want to make sure he doesn’t, you know, die if I do.”
  • Being surprised whenever Genos laughs at something Saitama says 
  • Being happy that Genos has finally started to live his life after meeting the hero Saitama    
Summary of Danganronpa
  • DR1: Tell em' Naegi
  • SDR2: No Komaeda, Hope is not an instrument
  • DRAE: *leans into the mic* goodbye u little shits
  • DR3Future: dear boy
  • DR3Despair: they live and die by the meme
  • DR3Hope: Being Munakata is suffering
  • DR2.5: Fucking fuckers with talent, go fucking kill urselves
  • DR0: MatsudakunmatsudakunmatsudakunmATSUDAKUNMATSUDAKUN
  • DRKillerKiller: GET OUT OF THE LOCKER, HIJIRIHARA-KUN
  • DRTogami: all my friends are dead
  • DRKirigiri: Onee-sama
  • DRIF: Junko no-
  • NDRV3: why the fuck u lyin'
  • DR School mode/island mode: meet my harem, everybody
Go Bag

You and Reid had been keeping your relationship secret from the team for about eight months now. You didn’t care who knew, but Spencer had this irrational fear that the minute he involved you with his job, something terrible would happen. You understood why it had to be this way, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it wasn’t.

While your boyfriend was an FBI agent, your career couldn’t be any more different. You danced for the Washington Ballet Company, and that kept you about as busy as Spencer’s job did. You spent your days performing and rehearsing, dancing long hours and coming home to Reid. Every day you’d come home and if he wasn’t on a case, he’d help you wrap up your calloused and sometimes bloody feet, and you’d help him relax after the mental stress his job caused.

One morning, Spencer got called in to a case in Los Angeles. You’d both woken up late, and while you still had some time before morning rehearsal, Spencer barely had time to put his shoes on.

He stopped briefly before running out the door. “(Y/N)!” He called, one leg already across the threshold. You rushed over, expecting an emergency. Spencer held out his arms, motioning for you to come closer.

He pulled you in, kissing you briefly but passionately. You moved your hand towards his shoulder, but as soon as the kiss started, it stopped.

“I’ll call you tonight.” He reassured you, hand running down your arm.

“Ok. Be safe, I love you.” You bit your lip. Watching him leave knowing what could happen was never easy. He smiled at you, and rushed out the door.

“I love you too!” He shouted down the hallway. You sighed and closed the door. You ambled into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Fifteen minutes later, you walked out of your room in your warmup clothes, which consisted of a black, long sleeved leotard, flesh colored tights, and a short flowing skirt. You slipped your boots on and went to grab your gear bag. You gasped when you spotted Spencer’s go bag next to yours.

“Shit.”

You grabbed both of your bags and your keys and sprinted out the door. You practically flew down the stairs to the garage, and threw your bags in the back seat. Ten minutes later you arrived at Quantico, hoping you weren’t too late.

You flashed your visitor ID badge at the door, rushed through security and flew up the stairs. With your dancer’s legs, you were much faster than any elevator. It was a good warmup for practice anyways.

You burst through the doors into the bullpen, almost running into a tall, muscular man you recognized as Derek Morgan.

“Woah, woah, woah little lady. Slow down. What are you doing up here?” He rested a hand on your shoulder, and you noticed how fast they were rising and falling with your breath.

“Spencer forgot his go bag.” You managed to breathe out as your boyfriend came into view. He twitched his nose nervously. The rest of the team stood there silently, making the connection as you walked over and handed it to him. You felt the eyes of the entire BAU on you, and your face turned red.

You turned to leave when a dark haired woman you assumed was Emily Prentiss spoke up.

“Well come on Reid, aren’t you gonna kiss your girlfriend goodbye?”

I found some tweet of Harvey saying that apparently the Isles only had different languages “a long time ago”, and look, I can understand from a creator’s viewpoint that creating languages for a fictional world, as well as modeling the situations when a traveler would encounter situation where they might not be understood due to the cultural/language differences, is a pain in the ass, but listen. “One language for all”, as convenient it is for storytelling, is not a real thing. It won’t ever be. Not only would they have different languages on the Isles, even in case a single language was forced upon them, it would be more complicated than “one island = one language”, each island would probably have a fuckton of their own dialects, this kind of thing in inevitable on a territory this big

also you can pry my “Emily comes to Karnaca, feels confused as shit about the way people talk” and “Corvo arrived to Dunwall, decides to talk as little as possible because his thick accent might give people another reason to ridicule him” headcanons from my cold, dead fingers

On the Case Files

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Request: NO

Warnings: major smut

Summary: After a long week on a case, the team returns home, all tired and ready for a good seven hours of sleep, but Reid has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so he just decides to do the reader on top of her case files. Features really horny Spencer and public sex. You’re welcome

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

“Anyone up for dinner?” Emily asked as soon as everyone was back inside the bullpen that night.  The case had taken all week, and it was a relief to be back home.  

“Em, it’s already ten o’clock.  I’d love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” JJ replied, walking into her office to retrieve the rest of her belongings.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to second that.  But thanks for the offer,” Morgan said to her.

“Reid, how about you and y/n?” Emily asked across her desk.  

“I think we’ll pass,” Spencer replied.  He sat down at his desk and fired up his computer.  “I still have something I need to finish anyways.”

You looked over at Emily.  “Thanks, Em,” you told her.  She smiled and bid the rest of the team goodbye as Hotch and Rossi were both long gone.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.  Make sure this kid gets a good night’s sleep,” Morgan said to you as he patted your boyfriend on his back.

“I will,” you replied with a smile.

Soon, JJ was out the door as well and it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen.  You decided to sit down at your desk to go through some case files that JJ had given you to review as she couldn’t really decide which ones to present to the team.  You were always a big help to her with that.

It wasn’t long before you felt an arm slither around your neck, holding you tightly.  You smiled while continuing to look over the files.  But it was hard to focus when you could feel Spencer’s lips against your neck.

“Spence what are you doing?” you asked with a confused smile.

“I need you,” he whispered against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“Spencer,” you warned him.  But his hand inched down to your chest, slightly cupping each breast.  “Spencer!” you yelled, swatting his hands away.  “There cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, continuing his assault to your neck.  You sighed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked at the flesh below your ear.

“Spence, I’m serious.  If Garcia is still here, she’ll see us,” you told him, but you weren’t making a move to stop him.

“She’s gone, and I can delete the footage,” he promised as he grabbed your chair and swung it around so you were facing him.  In no less than two seconds, he hauled you out of your chair and onto your desk, on top of the case files you still needed to go through completely.  “I need you right now,” he admitted, attacking your lips with his.

He was hardly ever as horny as he was right now, and you had to admit that it was really turning you on.  And the thought of him taking you in the middle of the bullpen made it so much hotter.

His tongue was greedily exploring your mouth, and although you wanted to push him away, his savory taste, as addicting as it was, made you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  Your legs tightened their grip around his waist, and you instantly felt his excitement protruding from his pants.  You moved hips forward to meet his, gaining you a pleasure moan from your boyfriend.

His hands were greedy as they roamed every inch of your body until he eventually had one arm wrapped completely around your back to hold you as close to him as possible, and the other was at your core, rubbing roughly against the fabric of your pants.  You moaned against his mouth in response to his eager hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered into your open mouth.  “You’re soaking through your pants.”

Who knew sex in a public place could do that to you?

You moved your hands to undo his fly just as he began to undo yours.  About a minute ago, you wanted to shove Spencer away, but now you were too incredibly turned on to stop, and you knew you wanted him just about as much as he wanted you.

You could hear the case files beneath you crinkle and you knew JJ was going to wonder how the hell they got so messed up, but you didn’t care in that moment.

Spencer finally had your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.  You were still trying to shove his off, but it became harder to do anything when his hand was suddenly inside your panties, gathering your juices onto his fingers.  He stopped kissing your and leaned back, taking his hand from your panties and putting your arousal against your lips, prompting you to suck the taste of yourself off his fingers.  His mouth was opened slightly in awe of what he was watching and you instinctively pulled your legs closer to you, causing his erection to press against your core yet again.

You moaned at the taste of yourself and looked him right in the eyes, slowing beginning to rub yourself on him, making his arousal grow with every small thrust.

His eyes were hungry as they watched you slurp up the last of your slickness.

You were both panting by this point.  There was nothing sexier in the world to you than what was currently happening in the BAU bullpen.

“Do you wanna taste?” you asked him in a low voice.  His eyes lit up at your invitation and to answer your question, he knelt down to face your center, wasting no time to remove your panties and lick clean up your lips, making you moan some more.  

He usually took his time when it came to sex, foreplay was his favorite thing about the bedroom.  Teasing you was his forte, but right now, all he wanted - all he needed - was you and he felt he had no time at all.

You placed each of your legs onto his shoulders to give him a better angle.  His tongue was circling around your clit while his fingers entered you without warning.  His movements were rough as he retracted his fingers and shoved them back inside of you, repeating the process over and over again.  Your moans got louder and louder as you approached your climax, and it took over you with one final thrust of his fingers, hitting you in just the right spot.  You held onto the table underneath you to keep yourself from falling backwards, but that didn’t matter because no later than you came did Spencer remove his fingers from your core and stand up, fully discarding his pants and releasing his erect member from his boxers.

“I love you,” he said in a rush as he connected his mouth to yours once more before thrusting into you without so much as a warning.  You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he kept his movements rough and quick.  The only sounds in the room were those of your loud moans and skin against skin.  You didn’t want to think about how messy the files under you were, so you started to thrust along with Spencer, meeting the rhythm of his hips, a large slap each time your cores met together again.

The cameras were surely picking up every moment of your scandalous activities, and it only made you feel more excited with every breath that became shorter and harder to take.  

It didn’t take long for Spencer to climax, releasing himself inside of you with every thrust.  His moans against your mouth were enough to send you over the edge once more, releasing for a second time within the matter of minutes.

Riding out your highs together, you kissed each other, open mouthed and messy.  

You finally reopened your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.  His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty forehead.  You couldn’t imagine what you looked like.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” you asked him with a sleepy smile.  He chuckled in response and removed himself from you, pulling his boxers back up to his hips.  You sat for a moment on the case files, bare from your waist down, wondering what you were going to say when JJ saw them.

“I’ll reprint those for you,” Spencer said as if reading your mind.

You looked up to the ceiling and winced as you pointed to the camera that was fixated right on your desk, signalling that it captured every moment.  Spencer looked up to see what you were pointing at and although his face grew red with realization, he smirked and disappeared through Penelope’s door to delete the footage of you two fucking on your desk and a pile of file folders.

While he was gone, you put your clothes back on and mentally cursed at yourself seeing the damp files.  They were covered in your climax, and although the thought of it was arousing, the sight was slightly disgusting.  You laughed slightly as you picked up each ruined folder and disposed of them into the trash just as Spencer returned from Garcia’s lair.

His smile was all too mischievous as he grabbed his things.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked, gathering your own things.

He said nothing but simply held up a flash drive.  You rolled your eyes with a smile and reached for it, slipping it into your purse.  No way were you going to let him hold onto that.

“I love you, too,” you said as you walked hand in hand out of the bullpen.

Heat of the Moment

FIC REQ: can you write one where the reader and Reid go to a wedding and he sees the reader all dressed up for the first time?

—-

Spencer was having a strange night. JJ was getting married, yet he couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. Everyone he loved was happy and having a great time, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything except you. You were the new agent on the block, and you’d been with the team for about six months. You befriended him immediately, and the two of you had bonded over your love of books and Doctor Who. Spencer knew he was attracted to you, but this was just ridiculous.

He’d walked into the party, and as soon as he laid eyes on you he was gone. Seeing you in a dress like that, smiling with your hair down, was overwhelming. It was like he was seeing you for the first time. Your eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and your smile seemed magnetic. Reid couldn’t get enough. He sat at a table, absentmindedly draining his glass of wine when you walked over.

“Hey Spencer! I haven’t talked to you all night, what’s up?” You greeted him enthusiastically. He stared for a second before processing your words.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m having a great time. I can’t believe JJ got married,” He stuttered out. You giggled.

“Spence, how much have you had to drink?” You prodded his empty glass with your finger. Spencer looked down at his empty glass, then back up to you.

“To be totally honest, I’m not sure,” He smiled at you, grinning ear to ear. You stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Come dance with me.” You demanded. Spencer nodded a little too enthusiastically. You made your way to the dance floor, and stopped next to Garcia and Morgan. Morgan twirled Garcia around energetically and waved at you, a big grin occupying both of their faces. You turned to Spencer and slipped your hands around his neck just as a slow song came on. His hands fell to your waist, and his eyes remained on you. You met his gaze and blushed.

“You look amazing, (y/n).” He stated bluntly.

“You look pretty good yourself, Reid.” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Spencer pulled you close, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You met Garcia’s eyes, and she gave you a thumbs up.

Twenty minutes of dancing later, it was time for JJ to throw her bouquet. The ladies of the BAU gathered, Beth and others not far behind. Everyone cheered as JJ stepped to the front.

“I just want to thank everyone for coming to my surprise wedding, and especially Rossi for donating his backyard for the night. You guys mean so much to me and I’m so glad you could all be here for the most important day of my life.” JJ spoke, and you felt your eyes water.

“Without further ado, ladies,” She winked at the group eagerly waiting. She turned, and gently tossed the bouquet over her head. It sailed over Prentiss and Garcia’s outstretched arms and landed in your hands. Spencer choked on his wine. The crowd cheered.

You made your way out of the crowd to Spencer, who was looking more dazed by the minute. His eyes widened at the sight of you holding a bridal bouquet.

“Hey,” You grinned at him. He stared, slackjawed.

“Spencer, are you o-”

“Marry me.” Reid looked at you, a completely serious look on his slightly red face. You stared blankly for a second, caught completely off-guard.

“Spencer, we’re not even dating,” You laughed.

“I don’t care. Let’s just skip that part.” He insisted, undeterred. You turned red.

“You’re drunk, Spencer,” You started.

“Just because I’m drunk, doesn’t mean I’m not completely serious.” You stood there, speechless. You took a step towards him.

“Let’s just start here.” You pressed your lips to his gently, standing on your toes. Spencer’s arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss. You threaded a hand through his curls, the other still clutching JJ’s bridal bouquet. A few seconds later, you broke the kiss. Your chest heaved, and Spencer smiled at you with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before.

“I’ll think about it.” You winked at him, and dragged him back to the dance floor. You spent the rest of the night dancing your feet off with Reid, wondering where it would take you.

Doctor’s Orders

FIC REQ: can you please do a reid x reader (dating or not,, whatever u like)where the reader is on her period and he just takes care of her n it’s just fluffy n cuttteee cause it’s almost that time of month 4 me n i need this to ease myself lmao

Note: TW: period mentions. also lmao it took me like a week to get the motivation for this, sorry 2 the anon who requested it. p.s. cranberry juice helps with cramps, it’s always worked for me and i highly recommend it

Law and Order: SVU blared on your laptop. You curled further into your couch, clutching your abdomen and groaning over the noise. It was that time of month again, and this time around seemed to be particularly harsh. So, you did what anyone with searing abdominal pain and cramps would do, and spent the day eating ice cream and watching Netflix in your boyfriend’s apartment. You and Spencer have been dating for about a year now, and you spent more time in his apartment than your own.

Your phone buzzed from across the room. You groaned, rolled off the couch, and crawled over to grab it, almost knocking a lamp over in the process. Spencer had just texted you, he’d be home in five minutes. You lay prone on the floor, in too much pain to bother crawling back to the couch. Another round of searing pains hit you, and you curled into a fetal position, clutching your stomach and squeezing your eyes shut. A few minutes later, you heard Spencer’s key turn in the door.

“(Y/N)?” He called, dropping his bags on the floor. You groaned from across the room. Spencer rushed over.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” He bent down to your level, hand touching your shoulder. You rolled over and nodded.

“Cramps.” You groaned, pulling yourself up off the floor. Spencer helped you over to the couch, and you burrowed back into the cushions. Law and Order still played on your laptop.

“Are you watching one of those dumb crime shows? You know those are totally inaccurate. Besides, you’ve got the real deal right here.” Spencer sat down at your feet. You scoffed at him.

“I don’t care if it’s inaccurate, it’s entertaining and distracting me from the pain.” You said stubbornly, propping your feet up on his lap. He began to massage your feet, working his thumbs into your soles. You sighed loudly.

“That feels so nice…” You closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch.

“You know, when you have cramps on your period, it’s actually because your hips are expanding to make room for the uterine tissue that’s being shed. Essentially, you’re going through a mild labor.” He said. You laughed and looked up at him.

“In that case, if you ever get me pregnant, you’re giving me daily foot rubs.” You giggled.

“I have no problem with that,” He stated, grinning widely at you. “Oh, I brought you cranberry juice and chocolate ice cream like you asked.” He got up from the couch to retrieve your supplies from the floor. You watched your boyfriend as he got you a bowl and spoon from the kitchen, a dreamy grin on your face. You sat up as he handed you the bowl, sitting next to you. He reached behind you to grab the blanket over the edge of the couch, and you lifted your arms so he could spread it over your legs.

You leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you both leaned back to watch Law and Order.

“I love you, Spencer.” You looked up at him, gazing into the big brown eyes you’d fallen in love with.

“I love you too.” He grinned at you. You’d never get tired of that smile. You curled into his side as the dulcet tones of murder played from your laptop.

“Okay, that’s totally incorrect, real serial killers don’t-” He complained, but you cut him off. You pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shh, just watch. It’s entertaining.” You giggled at him. He huffed dramatically. You laid your head on his shoulder, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Maybe it would be better to let him go. Maybe it would all be more bearable if you learned to watch from a distance, letting yourself feel but never allowing yourself to act. Maybe it would hurt less if you told him the truth before he figures it out on his own. But you don’t think about it like that. You don’t think in terms of yourself, of lessening your own pain, because he holds your hand and tells you he needs you, that it hurts when you aren’t there, and his pain was always so much more important than yours.
—  from an unfinished story #556
Sleep Deprived

The time on the clock read 11 PM. Spencer sat at his desk alone in the bullpen. His paperwork was proving more meticulous then expected, but he was too stubborn to call it quits for the night. 

You walked in, coffee in hand. You and Spencer had been dating for a little over a year now, and you’d learned that sometimes, he needed a little nudge to relax. 

“(Y/N)! Hey! What are you doing here?” Spencer shot up from his paperwork, eyes red from lack of sleep. 

“I’m here to remind you that it is pushing midnight, and I miss you.” You pointed at the clock. He stood up from his chair, stretching his long legs. Looking at him from this angle just reminded you of how short you were.

Spencer ambled over to you, rubbing his eyes. He stopped in front of you and chuckled. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?” You looked up at him, a puzzled expression on your face. 

“You’re just…so short.” He giggled and patted you on the head. You frowned. 

“I drive all the way to headquarters in the middle of the night for you and this is the thanks I get?” You crossed your arms. 

“I’m not making fun of you! I find it very cute as a matter of fact.” You glanced up at your boyfriend skeptically. 

“You know, some researchers claim that the height of the man in a relationship is directly linked to the happiness of the female.” Spencer rattled off, a smirk on his face. 

“Oh yeah? You know, I would be really happy if you would call it quits and come home.” You nudged his arm. 

“Whatever you say, shortie.” Spencer muttered. 

“I heard that!”

3 a.m. //Spencer Reid x Reader

#1 from this list

Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Smut

Spencer groaned as he woke up in the middle of the night. His arm instinctively reached out for you as it did every time he woke and his eyebrows furrowed as he realized that he had touched an empty space. He blinked as he turned to find your usual spot uninhabited although the messy bedsheets were a clear indicator that you had been there at some point.

He cringed as he swung his legs off the bed and onto the freezing wooden floor. The cold winter had not been at all forgiving as a shiver shot through his spine the instant he left the protection of his thick blankets. Rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes, he stood and made his way towards the living room. He wasn’t completely surprised to find you sitting on the couch, bundled up with a bright red blanket that JJ’s son Henry had given you as a birthday gift just the week before.

“Y/N, come to bed,” he said sleepily as he leaned against the doorframe. You barely even moved at his voice as you continued to stare at the screen.

“In a moment,” you replied, pulling the blanket closer around you. The living room was cold and you felt as if you were turning into an icicle despite the blanket that surrounded you. Henry, although a wonderful kid, knew absolutely nothing about the importance of a good blanket. He had simply asked for your favorite color and gone on his way to find something he thought you would like. And you did like it, but your insides were screaming for more warmth.

“It’s 3 in the morning,” Spencer chided as he looked towards the screen. Yet another episode of NCIS was on the television.

“Wait up, I’m almost done with season 3,” you replied dismissively with a wave. “Just go back to bed.”

“You know this stuff is nowhere near to depicting what the actual job is like, right?” Spencer said with a raise of his eyebrow. You snorted at his not so subtle shade.

“Sure because Dr. Reid, FBI profiler just knows everything,” you replied with a smirk. “Let me enjoy my show, Spence.”

“Come to bed." 

This time his voice was demanding when he spoke, his irritation with your growing obsession of the show obvious. He had to admit that he was a bit upset that you would watch these things when you could simply ask him about his job that was similar. He had plenty of stories to tell and yet he had found you completely obsessed with the show when he had returned from his last case.

You could sense Spencer’s growing agitation and grinned inwardly at the fact you had effectively riled up the more aggressive side of the man. You tilted your head slightly as you made eye contact for the first time, finally  peeling away from the television.

"Come over here and make me."You smirked at Spencer’s eye roll at your attitude before a spark of mischief gleamed from his eyes. He grinned wolfishly as he strode over and turned the television off. He ignored your howls of disapproval as he threw you over his shoulder.

"Put me down,” you whined before he unceremoniously dropped you onto your side of the bed. You gave a huff of indignation as he immediately placed the warm blankets on you, tucking you in tightly. You groaned as he made his way into the bed and wrapped his arm around you beneath the blankets.

“Goodnight,” he said definitively as his arm snaked even tighter around you to prevent you from leaving again. His eyes closed as he went back to sleep.

“I just wanted to finish the episode,” you grumbled before ultimately snuggling into him, a part of you grateful that you were wrapped in his warm arms instead of on the freezing couch. He opened one eye as you curled into him and grinned as he felt you finally relax in his arms before returning to his peaceful slumber.

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anonymous asked:

I was reading some Otayuri discourse, and I noticed an anti brought up a legitimate point. I had thought about this myself a before as well. Yuri Plisetsky is immature- in a lot of ways. I mean, he deals with his emotions by screaming and kicking people. Anti described him as "A fifteen year old who sometimes acts like he's six" and they were totally right. Do you think that Otabek would actually want to date someone like that?

From what we’ve seen, Yuri is much calmer around Otabek, but I imagine that sooner or later, Otabek would see how moody Yuri could be and might be a little…turned off? Otabek is known for being a mature and respectful gentleman, despite being an 18 year old biker dude, and I wonder if their personalities would clash too much for dating to be possible. Maturity is almost always more important than age, but let’s face it: it’s unrealistic to expect them to mature in the exact same ways.            

(im assuming ur the same anon considering the asks were sent 5 minutes apart from each other so)

Well, bear in mind that Yuri is 15, exactly what the anti said. The boy hasn’t even grown old yet, do you expect him to already be grown up? I mean let’s face it we’ve all done stupid shit and behaved like stupid shits at this age range lmao

I’ll use the same argument that I use for when antis bring up the age gap - it’s not like they’re going to start dating right now. Nearly every ota/yuri shipper prefers them to get together when Yuri is age 17-18+, after they’ve built a bond and after Yuri matures. (and after yuri passes the american age of consent if that still rustles ur jimmies lmfao)

In my eyes he’s well on his way to maturity already, comparing episode 1 and 12. In fact, aside from Yuuri and Viktor (mostly Yuuri, bc imo hes way more mature than viktor lmfao), Otabek entering his life could be a good push for him to start growing. 2-3 days of knowing each other and you can already tell that Otabek’s a good influence on him. As you said, Yuri’s much calmer around him.

(If antis think that Otabek won’t stick around Yuri as his friend first because of his initial personality then I’ll just remind you of every single moment they’ve had because these two have natural chemistry from the get go. They’re already close friends two days in and I doubt Otabek would get sick of Yuri so easily)

With Otabek (and Yuuri, imo) around him as a source of good influence, he will mature, just as everyone else does. Once he both grows old and grows up, there’s high chance that they can start dating, because while Otabek might not like Yuri’s initial rudeness, we know that he already likes and admires another core part of his personality - his determination and strength.

And tbh I think that if Yuri tones it down (as in, he stops kicking things and throwing his phone across the room) Otabek might find his abrasive and “””tsundere”””” personality endearing but thats just me

Gravitational Pull

Request: Spencer and Reader get stranded together in the middle of nowhere?

Note: this was supposed to be smut but it turned out really fluffy? anyways im x files TRASH

“Ok, all I’m saying is that speculation doesn’t prove anything, you don’t really know what would’ve happened if Scully and Mulder had gotten married-” Spencer argued from the driver’s seat. You groaned and threw your head against your headrest. You were about to make a very valid point about Mulder’s subconscious tells when the FBI SUV you were both in slowed to a stop in the middle of the empty desert backroad.

“Uh, Reid…” You trailed off as the engine sputtered. He frowned at the steering wheel, pumping the gas. The engine sputtered.

“I think the engine died.” He looked up at you, brows furrowed. You pulled out your phone to dial Hotch, but there was no signal.

“I can’t get a signal out here. Spence, there isn’t a gas station for miles and it’s getting dark.” You said. He tried the gas pedal again, to no avail.

“The team knows we’re out here, and Garcia should be able to locate our phones. We’re just gonna have to wait.” Spencer said. You sighed. You might as well get comfortable.

The team was in Nevada investigating a recent string of babysitter killings, where the kid was left behind and the sitter was taken into the middle of the desert and shot execution-style. You and Reid had been the last ones to finish up some late-night paperwork at the local PD. The unsub had a week cooling-off period, and the last body was found two days ago. You’d all hit a dead end, and decided to call it a night.

You and Spencer were close friends. Well, at least from his point of view. You talked about all of the same nerdy shows with each other, went out for coffee together, and you considered each other your best friends. But you harbored feelings for your ‘best friend’. Specifically, non-platonic feelings. You’d been feeling the tug at your heart a little more intensely lately, and you’d been ignoring it as best you could. But several hours alone with Spencer? You didn’t know if you could handle it.

Spencer opened the door and hopped out of the car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s more comfortable in the backseat. We’re gonna be here a while. You’re welcome to join me.” He said. He closed the car door and climbed in the back, and you followed suit. You sat in silence for a minute or two, unsure of what to talk about. You yawned rather loudly, stretching your arms.

“Are you tired?” Spencer looked over at you. You yawned again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled. “Come here, you can lay on me.” He motioned for you to move towards him. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, suddenly wide awake. You hesitantly shifted towards him, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Five minutes of fruitless attempts at sleeping later, Spencer broke the silence.

“You’re not sleeping. Is something wrong? Are you cold?” He said. Your mind sputtered, trying to think of excuses.

“I just, uh, I have a lot on my mind.” You stuttered out.

“What’s going on? You can tell me, I’m your best friend.” You groaned and sat up. “That’s the problem, Spencer!” You huffed.

“What are you talking about?” He sat up, a confused look on his face. You buried your head in your hands.

“I don’t wanna just be friends, Spencer. I can’t do this anymore.” You avoided his gaze and turned yours out of the window.

“You don’t wanna be friends with me anymore?” He said quietly. You could hear the sadness in his voice, and you turned around. He looked like you’d just shot him.

“No, that’s not what I mean! I mean it is, but not…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Then tell me, (y/n). You’ve been acting weird lately and if you don’t want to be around me anymore I understand, I just want to know why.” Spencer said. You ran a hand through your hair nervously.

“I do want to be around you, Spencer. I like you. Like, not in a friendly way. I have for a while, that’s why I’ve been so weird.” You confessed. Spencer stared at you for a few seconds. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he was hard to read sometimes. Then he leaned forward across the car, and gently pressed his lips to yours. You sank into him, and it felt like coming home. His hand brushed across your cheeks and cradled your head. You deepened the kiss, moving your lips against his. You could feel the passion behind the kiss, all of the pent-up emotion spilling out at once. Spencer broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, catching his breath.

“You know, we’re kinda like Mulder and Scully. Two FBI agents in the same department, taking on bizarre cases, stuck out in the desert under the stars.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah, except we’re looking for humans, not aliens. And as far as I know, I don’t have a sister who was abducted.” He chuckled.

“There’s more similarities than you think. Two agents, feeling the gravitational pull towards each other…” You sat up, then leaned into Spencer, laying your head against his chest and gazing up at the stars outside your window.

“You know I love you, right?” Spencer said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. You smiled and burrowed closer to him.

“I know,” You smiled. “I love you too.” You fell asleep against him, dreaming about aliens, but mostly Spencer.

oh fuck i just remembered this victuuri dream i had last night

basically yuuri was a famous robber that called himself “EROS” and no one knew who he was

and victor is a super rich, super famous reporter that could cover any topic and still be interesting and surprising

and yuuri also works as victor’s (butler? assistant? secretary? i don’t remember) and they’re not really that close

BUT

then yuuri finds out victor actually really likes this “EROS” guy and suddenly victor gets a letter from EROS accepting a private interview and…

…stuff happens

ahhhh i’d totally write a fic for this but i can’t fuckin write

I’m an extreme. I extremely do everything. If I like you, I’ll love you. If you’re my friend, you’ll be my best friend. If you give up on me, my heart will break. If you try to make me smile, I’ll laugh. If I try to hurt you, I’ll find the nastiest way to do that. If I try to make you happy, I’ll blow your mind. If you annoying me, I’ll hate you. If I hate you , I’ll execute you a hundred times in my mind.
Be careful which road you’ll take with me … because I’ll always take you to the extreme.
—  dr-hamis 
An Expert - Part One

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,344

Request: Yes! Leave requests here.

Warnings: slightly smutty towards the end. just a bit of making out

Summary: Anon asked:  Hello ! I love your writing, you are amazing ❤ I heard somewhere that MGG likes London.. So.. Can you write story about Spencer and reader where reader is living in London and came to USA to help BAU.. Spencer fell in love with reader and will go to the London with her (like for holidays).. Thank you 😍  Thank you for reading and enjoying my works! Cute in love Spencey at your service!!

A/N: Y/L/N = your last name just in case.  I’m going to make this into a multi-fic since the request could easily play out over a long period of time.  Stay tuned for the next part and Enjoy!!

Originally posted by morningcoffeexmgg

The handsome man you recognized to be Agent Aaron Hotchner stood at the door of the bullpen, talking to a woman clad in a business suit.  It was your first day in the BAU.  You’d been asked to come in to help on a case that had been investigated for months.  David Rossi decided he needed you to get on the case, as you had been able to solve most cases involving serial rapists.  You were told you were the best of the best, and that is exactly what they needed at the time.  And fortunately for them, flattery always worked on you.

“Agent Y/L/N.  Honored to meet you,” Agent Hotchner said to you, shaking your hand.

“Likewise,” you told him in your strong British accent.

“This is SSA Emily Prentiss,” he said motioning to the woman beside him.  “Agent Y/L/N is the prime intelligence analyst at MI6.  She’s agreed to travel here to help on our case.”

The Agent Y/L/N?  Wow, I’m a big fan of your work, it’s so great to meet you,” she said, shaking your hand.  You smiled at all the praise, feeling slightly shy.

“It’s great to be here, Agent Prentiss,” you replied.

“Please come inside, we can catch you up on the briefing,” Hotchner said.  You nodded and followed them inside, holding your briefcase at your side.

Walking through the doors of the bullpen gave you a wave of familiarity as it felt similar to MI6 back at home.  People were all sat at their desks, looking through file folders and emails.

Hotchner and Prentiss lead you straight through the bullpen, up to an office that had a few more agents inside.  You recognized one as Agent David Rossi, but the other four agents were unfamiliar faces: a clean-cut blond woman, another blond woman with rather loud clothing, a dark, muscular man, and a lanky one.

“Everyone, this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N with MI6.  She’s the intelligence analyst I called in to help us on this case.  Y/N, this is SSA’s Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, and Derek Morgan, our technical analyst Penelope Garcia and Dr. Spencer Reid,” Hotchner told you, pointing out to each person in the room.  You shook each hand as he introduced them, and when you got to Dr. Reid, he stood up quickly from his seat and stuck out his hand to shake.  From the look the Agent Jareau gave him, you knew he probably didn’t usually shake hands, and if he did, he was never the one to initiate the handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said.  You grabbed his hand, noticing immediately his sweaty palm.

“Of course.  You as well, Dr. Reid,” you replied, smiling at him.  He nodded and sat back down.  Everyone in the room was looking at him now with slightly shocked expressions except Agent Morgan who was instead shaking his head with a wide grin on his face.

“We will have to brief you on the jet.  I hope you’re not too jet lagged,” Hotchner said to you after a moment.

“No, I managed to sleep on the flight here.  I’ll be okay,” you replied.

“Let’s go, then,” he said with a smile.  Everyone grabbed their files and headed out the door.  Agent Jareau handed the extra file in her hand to you before making her way out the door.

Dr. Reid was still sitting in his seat when the room cleared out, making it just the two of you left.  When you looked over at him, he was staring at you, something you presumed he’d been doing for a long time.

“Can I help you with something, Doctor?” you asked him.  He pressed his lips together and shook his head intensely, embarrassed you had caught him staring.

With a smirk, you walked out the room and followed the rest of the agents to the elevator, with Dr. Reid close behind you.

* * *

After only two days in Knoxville, Tennessee, the case was close and the serial rapist was behind bars.

Your skills proved to be remarkable in determining who the unsub was, and with your knowledge and experience with larger levels of interrogation tactics, you managed to get the scumbag to confess to his crimes.

The BAU team didn’t try to hide how impressed they were by you, Spencer Reid being possibly the most amazed out of them all.

“We have been working on this case for months, and you come in and close it in two days,” he told you as you walked into the hotel the team was staying at.

“Like I said, I’m just good at my job,” you replied with a smile.  You knew you sounded a bit arrogant, but what can you say?  You had a knack for this.

“We head back to Quantico tomorrow morning, you two,” Hotchner said walking past the two of you.  You nodded in response and looked up at Spencer.

“Well I guess I will see you in the morning,” you said.

“Actually, I was hoping I could by you dinner,” he replied, motioning to the restaurant that was in the lobby of the hotel.

“Why not?” you said with a smile.

For the next couple of hours, you and Spencer sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant, talking about yourselves and getting to know each other.  With every work he spoke, you felt closer to him, and your liking towards him seemed to escalate throughout the conversation.  

Every time he asked you a question about your life back in London, he sat and listened to every word you said, smiling when you talked about how close you were to your family.

Soon it was nearly midnight and the restaurant was about to close.

“Wow, looks like time really got away from us,” he said looking down at his watch.

“Time flies when you’re having a good time,” you pointed out.  You leaned forward onto the table with your hands out in front of you.  Spencer looked at you and smiled.

“You’re the single most interesting woman I’ve met,” he suddenly admitted.  This made you blush and smile down at your twiddling thumbs.

“I highly doubt that,” you replied.  Suddenly, his hands were on yours, halting your actions.

“It’s true,” he reassured you.  For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, sitting in comfortable silence with weird grins on your faces.

“We should probably go to bed,” you whispered, hoping he would understand your invitation.  He was a genius, so of course he knew exactly what you meant.

Still holding onto your hand, Spencer left plenty of money on the table to handle the check and stood up, pulling you with him.  

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you pushed him inside with the palm of your hand, his back going flush against the mirrored wall of the small box.  You watched his demeanor change as the doors slid closed, his hands moving from his side and grabbing your hips firmly.  In no less than a second later, his lips were on yours, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth as if his life depended on it.  

You moaned at the jolt of heat you felt pool at your core.  The whole two days you were in Knoxville, you ached for his touch for some reason, and here you were, devouring each other in the confines of a hotel elevator.  

His hands greedily roamed your body as yours came around the back of his neck and pulled him tighter to you.

After a moment, the elevator door dinged and slid open once again, allowing the two of you to get off on your floor.  Keeping your mouth on his, you dug your room key out of your pocket and led him to your door, only being able to manage after a few tries to open your door.

He backed you into the room without bothering to turn on the lights and closed the door behind him, a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign resting on the doorknob.