can i have a sprinkled donut for spencer reid where reader works at the bau and they are married and reader finds out she is pregnant?
come order something from the bakery!
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He feels wrong going into the women's restroom. He knows it's only you in there, and you asked him to. But something about pushing open the door and creeping inside feels slimy, gross, wrong.
The wrappers of the pads he'd stuffed in his pockets before coming in are rustling, and he sounds like he's walking with plastic bags on his feet. But he doesn't care, he's never shied away from menstrual care before, and he's not about to now.
You grin happily at him from the door of a stall, and he frowns. You're standing, and without a pad?
"Here, I grabbed regular and overnight, just in case." He doesn't waste a second, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and emerging with two pads of each design. You only let out a giddy laugh, your hands clasped suspiciously behind your back.
"I don't need pads, Spencer." You bounce lightly on the balls of your feet, and he tucks them back into his pockets. You're behaving strangely, and it's setting him on edge.
"Why else would you call me into the women's restroom?" He lets a small smile grace his features, his brows furrowed as he surveys you, "At work, no less."
"Because," You shuffle forwards over the tile, "I have something to show you."
His shoulders slump, "If you dragged me all the way in here just to show me a sharpie-d penis on the back of the door, I'm gonna lose my mind."
"It's better than a penis," You drawl, shoulders drawn back as you clasp whatever it is that's behind your back even tighter, "Are you ready?"
"I suppose," He teases, holding out his hand, "Whatcha got?"
"Close your eyes," You croon, smile only widening at his lightheartedly exasperated groan, "Come on! Trust me, it's worth it."
"Fine," He huffs, lips still drawn up slightly as he lets his eyes flutter shut, "There."
He feels you take his hand, and he jolts lightly at the unexpected contact. He hears your sweet giggle, then feels a kiss pressed to his cheek as you slip something lightweight into his hand.
"Okay, open."
He glances lazily down at the object in his hand, the teasing smile that had lingered on his lips frozen in place as he registers what he's holding.
In fact, every part of him freezes, he feels his knees lock, his eyes glaze over, and his heart damn near stops beating.
"This is... are you-? Is this yours?" It's the first time he's ever felt dumb, his brain a foggy mess as his lips desperately try assessing the situation without it.
"It's ours," Finally he understands the grin on your lips, and his heart starts back up again, beating twice as fast as before while he watches the expression grow on you, "It's our baby, Spence. We're having a baby."
He has one more moment of complete and utter speechlessness, and then he cries. What escapes his lips is something of a shout, teary and mangled as he lunges for you. He nearly trips over his own feet to scoop you into his arms, his hand still clutched tight around the pregnancy test as you squeal into his shoulder.
You feel his tears on your cheek, you hear his muffled weeping as he nestles his face against yours.
"It's ours," He parrots, voice shattered and shaky, "It's our baby, it's our baby, it's our baby."
You're only granted a moment of peace, his rambling sobs in your ear as the door bursts open. Your eyes widen as Emily comes in, quite literally, guns blazing, her weapon falling limply to her hip as she scoffs at the sight of you two.
"We thought a puppy had been stabbed or something," She spits, glancing wearily at Spencer who's still babbling hopelessly in your arms.
"It's fine guys," She ducks back out of the bathroom door, shouting to the rest of your team, "It's not a dying animal, it's just Reid."
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More crack comic because I can’t be serious 😂
Rex, punching the door control panel: CODY IM BACK Rex, jumping up and down: IVE GOT SOME LOUD FOOTSTEPS, HUH Rex, knocking over a crate on purpose: OOPS SILLY ME Rex, letting off a couple of blaster bolts: I SURE HOPE I DONT WALK IN ON SOMETHING THAT COULD SCAR ME FOREVER Rex: Rex, just in case: *SHRIEKS* Cody: FOR FUCK'S SAKE GENERAL KENOBI ISNT HERE
For your smit prompts, if you're still taking them, how about 5 with Hunter/Tech?
Send me a number and a ship, and I’ll write a fic for you under 1k words :) (Requests are CLOSED)
I was swamped with work and had to take a little break, but here it is! Thank you for your patience ✨
5. filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars
The constant red dot digs into the side of his face, at first.
He’s agreed to it, the prickle of excitement clashing with the faint rattling of nerves as Hunter watches the datapad get set up for them, its existence hilariously enormous in the Marauder when the blasted thing has been there with them all his life.
No one can blame him for feeling as if he’s all wrong-footed; they haven’t done anything quite like this before, not when they’ve always been more content to keep whatever they have in the confines of their own ship, to not share when what they have is enough.
It’s not just them, anyway. His squad is open with each other, trusting wholly and fully, and they’ve never exactly reached out to outsiders when Hunter likes it better to surround himself with his own brothers, to be showered with the press of their touches.
They know him better than anyone else; the same way he knows them in the way blood runs in their veins.
There’s a gentle tug of his hair, and Hunter automatically snaps his gaze upwards.
He meets Tech’s easy look, the eyes behind those goggles searching his own. “If it’s too much for you, we can always switch it off. I wouldn’t want this to make you uncomfortable when I would prefer to have your full consent.”
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Mace: *holding Padawan Kenobi by the collar of his robes and coming into the mess hall* Attention everyone! Someone else needs to take custody of this child before I throw him off the highest tower!
Mess Hall: *quietly, contemplating who’s gonna speak up and risk ending up with custody of the feral one*
Victim 1: *raises hand* Um, where are his usual guardians?
Mace: *batting away Obi-Wan’s lil gremlin hands and squeezing his neck like a scruff* Master Yoda is claiming he has a contagious infection and Master Jinn is passed out in the healing halls with a broken nose that had to be healed with a minor surgery.
Victim 2: Oh? Why do you want to get rid of him anyways? I thought Kenobi was a sweetheart?
Mace: He is giving me constant shatter point migraines. This started when he was about three years old and has persisted since the day I met him.
Victim 2: Fair. Consider? Giving him to whoever broke Master Jinn’s nose??
Mace: Great idea, not an option, he was a flamboyant pirate named Ohnaka who give Obi-Wan spice laced candy.
Obi-Wan: I CAN SEE THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE AND IT IS HUNGRY AND SO AM I
Mace: I am afraid of him. Someone please take this child.
Quinlan: idk bruh force agrees with the kid???? Maybe he’s on that good shit?
Mace: You. I’ve decided he’s yours now for that horrible sentence and agreeing with the hungry void. Take this child and never speak to me again. He bites and sometimes licks. Be careful and don’t point at him. *bodily drops the 16yo into the lap of a 19yo Quinlan*
Quinlan: *immediately petting through Obi-Wan’s hair till he’s purring and pushing into Quinlan’s hands* Was Master Windu being mean to you, Obes?
Obi-Wan: *deep purrs and happy noises* He wouldn’t let me go back to the pirates.
Quinlan: lol, why do you wanna go back to Ohnaka?
Obi-Wan: Made a friend. He was a Mandalorian. Hondo’s gonna ransom him back to his dad-leader. I wanna hang out with him more.
Quinlan: lol that sounds like way more fun than what I had planned. Let’s go steal a ship. *pulls Obi-Wan up and let’s him out of the mess hall*
Victim 2: …should we be letting him do that?
Victim 1: You’re from a side temple, so you wouldn’t get it, but if Windu is leaving Kenobi with Vos, he’s giving them free reign for chaos, he just doesn’t wanna be the one to babysit Kenobi while he follows his fucked up side quests.
Someone Smart Enough To Stay Out Of That Mess: They’ll be back in a week with three new strays.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god