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i haven’t had any thoughts about ttpd yet expect that i really love how the lyrics aren’t overshadowed by needless production (I honestly don’t know any about music so forgive me) but it’s just so good but I did start writing a fic for the first time in 6 months

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Hypothetically

Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader

Category: fluff/comfort

Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out

A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"

"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."

Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.

"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"

You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"

Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.

"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."

"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."

But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.

"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"

He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.

"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."

You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.

"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.

"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."

"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"

He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."

"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."

His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."

"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"

His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.

But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?

Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.

"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."

His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"

You shook your head.

“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."

He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.

"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"

His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."

Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.

He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.

Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child—or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.

And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.

Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.

"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."

"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."

Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Morgan and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.

"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.

You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."

Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.

"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.

Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."

Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"

"We were discussing our backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Derek echoed. 

"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."

Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"

"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."

He stood up, giving you a pointed look.

"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"

"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."

You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.

Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."

He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.

#ahhhh !!!!!!!!!! #let’s get married pact is my favorite trope !!

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Yeah yeah you wanna fuck that old man, but are you prepared for him to send you memes you've already seen? What about dad jokes? You ready to give backrubs every night because his old man back is hurting after fucking you senseless?

#yes and I make really good banana bread and chicken cutlets !! #sorry but i need him

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you know i really wish i could read what my teachers wrote about me in their recommendation letters

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when u catch urself thinking wistfully about dating and being in love and being c*ddled and how nice that would be

#ugh 🙄🙄🙄

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#this is me rambling

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sharing a kindle unlimited account w my sister means my books popping up (werewolf, fae, queer, some random jeopardy inspired romance books) vs my sister (christian couples guide to dating)

#this is me rambling #personal !! #we are quite different pals !!

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i just really want a bacon cheeseburger and a chocolate frosty

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i think it says a lot about me that i pretended to believe in santa years before my mother thought i knew

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i just know that spencer would be so down for roleplay whatever but good god i would so love to dress up like high fae with him

#this is me rambling #this is just embarrassing

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heyyy!!! love your stuff!! i have spencer thing for you! okay hear me out, i so bad want to pepper spencer with kisses!!!! like just imagine covering his face with pecks, and his face goes red!!! and he starts stuttering!! him squeezing his eyes shut super tight and smiling !!!! KSJSOKSJDK I LOVE HIM SM!!!

🥺🥺🥺he’d be SO red!!!

“Spencer you’re being mean to me.” You whine to him as you try to grab his face for a third time.

His hands give yours a gentle redirection and a squeeze.

You’re both on your sofa, dinner baking in the oven and you’re trying to love on him but he won’t let you.

“No I’m not, you’re being a menace.” He laughs at your frown, but his happiness is a distraction and you wiggle your way into his lap and cup his smiling cheeks.

“I just love you so much.” Your lips shine with a pink gloss and Spencer realises too late what your plan is.

You stamp kisses all over his cheeks, nose and lips, giggling madly when you notice him going red.

“Y/n, I love you too,” he says breathlessly, your lips roving to his neck and chest. “Angel.” Spencer’s got a wide smile on his face when you tug the collar of his t-shirt to the side to expose more of his collarbones.

You actually feel his breath hitch at the same time his hands squeeze at your hips. “You’re,” he pauses, smiling when he feels you press another kiss against him. “You’re trouble.” He finally gets out and you laugh.

“You’re so handsome, Spence.” You pull away to admire how red he’s gone and how wide his smile is.

He tips his head off the back of the sofa, catching his breath as you just stare at him. Spencer wills the heat in his body away, very well away of his red he is by how hot he feels.

He doesn’t understand it, but he really is the most handsome man you’d ever met. Especially now that all over his face, neck and chest you can see the shimmering pink lipgloss.

“Thank you,” he sits up again, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Can I have a proper kiss now?”

You squeal and surge forward all to eager to kiss him some more. This kiss is less of a tease than the others have been, but by the time you pull away Spencer is red again.

“God I love you.” You whisper against his lips, eyes warm as you push your fingers into his hair.

“I love you too.”

#this is how i would be with him !!!

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build-a-blurb ask meme

reblog and let your followers send in one or multiple emojis from each category for you to write a blurb about.

i want you to write a blurb about two characters...

👄 sharing their first kiss

💔 breaking up

💦 sleeping together for the first time

😬 confessing their feelings

🩹 tending to each other's wounds

🗣 having an argument

👋 meeting for the first time

or maybe i'd rather have you write about...

💍 an engagement

💀 saying goodbye to a dying lover

🙅‍♀️ stopping a lover from sacrificing themselves

👼🏼 revealing a pregnancy

🔪 knife against the throat

⚠️ a love triangle with a character making their final choice

🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort

please include this dynamic...

☁️ enemies to lovers

🍯 friends to lovers

🧸 exes with feelings

✨ friends with benefits

☕ reluctant allies

🤎 royal x commoner

🍦 lovers to enemies

with a little bit of...

📆 office romance

👀 forced proximity

🤮 fake dating

🔥 slow burn

💘 love at first sight

😭 unrequited love

🛏 only one bed

#yes please !! ask me away i need to get back into writing

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Being constantly horny for fictional dick is such a hard full time job.

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sir ????? You trying to end me ??????

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if i said this once i said it a million times secret life by bleachers would my slow dance alone in an apartment with spencer

#this is me rambling #yes i am totally normal to have a song with a fictional character

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crocheting this thinking what if i could make a lil sweater for spence

#this is me rambling #no reblogs