fifty bucks & six months.

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

bITCH!!!!!!!! YOU D O N T MISS OHHH MY GO D 😭😭

plEASE OH M YG OD “ hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder” WHYS THAT LITERALLY THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF SPENCER EVER KJSDHfkJHSKJDFH

g o D,.,,. WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO COMFORT SPENCER REID AND CALL HIM BABY LIKE THAT

“fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him.“ ahHHHHHH THIS ENDING IS SO PERFECT OMG OMG OM GOMG 

I LOVED LOVED LOVED IT QUEEN CHEFS KISS IMMACULATE WORK ONCE AGAIN

~ Clara

cohabitation and coffee.

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader established relationship, morning routine fluff, 1k words

a/n; this is s o self indulgent but i love this shit.

Both phones ring within seconds of each other, the ringers making a grating unpleasant harmony as the phones buzz against your respective side tables, yanking you from your sleep as you reach blindly for your phone on the bedside table.

“Hotchner.” Aaron’s voice is sleepy in the extreme as he answers his phone a split second before you, and it makes you smile as you fumble to answer your own call, your free hand stretching behind you across the bed, blindly seeking his.

“Hey Garcia,” you yawn into your own phone. “Okay. Yeah. On my way.” You hang up, and Aaron is already swinging his legs over the side of the bed as you sit up, stretching. “Why can’t the bad guys do the bad things at a reasonable hour,” you gripe as you throw the covers off your side of the bed and stumble towards the closet. You feel Aaron’s hand on your lower back and turn to catch his lips against yours as he flicks the bedroom lights on.

“I’ll have a stern word with the unsub when we catch him,” he says fondly as he reaches for one of his suits and you smile tiredly as you tug a shirt on over your head.

“See that you do.”

““I’ll have a stern word with the unsub when we catch him,” he says fondly“ biTCH PLE A SE HOW IS ONE LINE MAKING ME M E L T OMG

THE PURE BLISS OF DOMESTICITY BITCH!!!!!! THE Y E AR N IN G!!!!! THE L O V E!!!!! LIKE PLE AS E “his hand is on your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you wait for the coffee to brew.” I WANT THAT S O BAD KJSDHKFJSHDFKJ

“hand going to his hair, fingers scratching gently along his scalp and earning you a hum of approval.“ G O D!!!! TO GIVE MR SSA AARON HOTCHNER HEAD SCRATCHES!!!!!!

bITCH OMG TIE KISS!!!!!!!! TI  E KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIE KISSES ARE MY FAVE 

plEASE THIS WAS SOSOSOSOSOSO CUTE AND FLUFFY I COULDNT STOP SMILING OMG 🥺🥺 IMMACULATE WORK QUEEN TRULY!!!!!!

~ Clara

me @ AO3

You wanna know a secret tho? You can.

You can leave as many as you want and it’ll show up. I’ll see your name four times in the kudos list when you clicked it four times. That little note is just there to remind you that you’ve already done it.

wait whAT

PSA PSA PSA PSA

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

*wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat*

WAIT IT’S CALLED A THROW PILLOW

here is a super helpful website for this kinda thing!

the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better

here’s some examples:

Reblog to save a writer’s sanity (the last bit that’s left)

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

when canon gives you an underdeveloped character and you just have to make do:

fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone

validating yourself by imagining situations where bad things happen to people and you save them

reinforcing trust in your loved ones by imagining situations where bad things happen to you and they save you

Explaining things to your therapist in an imaginary session

Projecting all your trauma onto an imaginary character and imagining others comforting them

Wanting fictional characters to have all the emotional support and physical affection you’ve always wanted

Writing a character that goes through the same troubles as you and give them loving family and friends to help them cope

SO IT’S NOT JUST ME?!

me jumping between my WIPs without actually finishing any of them

I’m in this post and I don’t like it

This is a personal attack on me personally.

Not to offer advice nobody asked for but fixing ur sleep schedule is life changing

Things that actually work if u try at them: