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Hum... I don't know what it means. Babe?

Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you

The cutest thing 😭

Ok so I saw this (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF5bYbN5/) on TikTok and I can just imagine this is how reader tells spencer she’s expecting 😍 the whole team would already know, and they are playing scrabble on the jet, and everyone’s watching his reaction but he’s just not getting it, until she pulls out the test and then the penny drops and ahhhhhh I NEED this 🙈 please can you write something along these lines? You’re the best Reid writer ever!! Xxx

link, i love this, and thank you, and thinking about his reaction is just mwah

You know Spencer's in need of a pick-me-up when you get on the jet. It's been a long case, and he's been unknowingly doing his job as a soon-to-be-dad by holding up your hair while you were sick in the mornings.

So you break out the scrabble board, earning smiles from everyone as they know what you're about to do. He goes to get you tea first, and you use the opportunity to take the letters you need, putting some on his slider so he doesn't get suspicious.

"I bet you cheated." He accuses you, scowling at you playfully.

"Promise I didn't." You claim, holding your hands up in defense.

"I hope you're putting down a word like cat then." He scoffs, nudging your feet under the table.

That is definitely not the phrase you plan on putting down. Secretively, you put all your letters on the board and bank on Spencer's focus being on his own letters, no doubt trying to think up the most complicated word while you arrange the letters.

There's no doubt the only times you win are when he lets you.

You eagerly wait for him to read your word, heart thumping with anticipation for his reaction. He's been talking about having a baby for years and you know he's going to be elated.

It's an edge-of-your-seat event for the rest of the jet, as well, all excited for what his reaction's going to be. JJ's got her phone out, subtly filming it for you to keep the treasured memory, and so Penelope can see it when you get home.

"Y/n." He shakes his head, looking at you like your an idiot. But you're doing the same thing. For someone so intelligent, he is not getting it. "One, you can't have ten letters, and two, you can only have one word. Pregnant wouldn't even be okay. With those letters, you can have pigment for 16 before any double scores, but you can't cheat. You have to redraw."

Behind him, you can see Morgan, JJ, Rossi, and Emily laughing. There's even a smirk on Hotch's lips.

You bite down a smile. "Spence, read it out loud." You try.

"I'm pregnant." He repeats what's written on the board. Morgan and Emily can't contain their giggles, highly amused by your husband's obliviousness. "You still can't have it. I'll let you get away with knowing my letters, but that's worth at least 20 points."

"You're a genius, right?" You question.

He frowns again. "Provably."

"Okay, so what does that mean?" You prompt, trying to help him make the connection.

He's struggling, still completely baffled about why you would need a basic middle school biology lesson. "Being pregnant? When there's an embryo that turns into a fetus growing in someone's uterus."

Even you can't bite down your laughter that time. You realize you're going to have to ditch the original plan of him deciphering the board, and take the test out of your bag.

His eyes widen as he reads the same word as was on the board. Then he looks back up at you, slightly teary-eyed as the connection sticks. "You're pregnant." He says with deep realization.

You nod, still waiting for a reaction that wasn't him stating a fact. He quickly gets out of his seat, buzzing with excitement as he drags you up and wraps his arms so tightly around you that he can pick you up and spin you around.

"I'm an idiot." He shakes his head when he puts you down, holding you tightly in a hug.

"I know." You agree with a laugh, pulling away to kiss him in a rare public display of affection.

When you're done, there's a round of hugs and congratulations from the team, all equally thrilled for you two to be embarking on the next step in your lives together.

I will never get tired of saying that Agatha is a immaculate character and that I can't hate her!

AGATHA HARKNESS IN PREVIOUSLY ON

I didn't know I needed a Rick!reader and Evelyn!Steven fanfic until now. Loved it!

I just re-watched The mummy (1999) and I couldn’t stop thinking about Steven Grant being Evelyn and a fem!reader being Rick, he’s just soooo like Evelyn but a little more shy, I’m so in love with him 😭 imagine fem!Rick just saving his ass over and over again while fighting against a mummy and him just knowing everything and reading hieroglyphs 🏺

MOON KNIGHT, THE MUMMY EDITION:

DOCTOR STEVEN GRANT

Nonny. This image you have planted in my head is gorgeous and I didn't want to let it go! I have no idea what the below is. But I hope you enjoy it and I did your idea justice.

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God he's so pretty.

Big brown wide eyes that could easily belong to a doe. The longest lashes you've ever seen on a man and you could easily get lost in the hypnotic way they flutter when he gets a bit flustered and looks up at you, apologizing for getting himself into danger, thanking you profusely for saving him from said danger.

Like the one he's currently gotten himself into.

Steven is screaming. A shrill and terrified sound.

Darting out your arm, you pull at the back of his collar hauling him back until his body gives and he's flung back dropping to the floor, on his ass.

One large step forward and you're standing in front, shielding his body with your own. Then you raise your rifle, steady your aim and pull the trigger at the rotting face that's howling with a demonic sound not of this world.

The bullet carves through its face, somewhere between where its eyes used to be, a crunch of a sound, like cereal being smoshed by a spoon. It doesn't sound right.

Not the sound of flesh and blood being teared into. Because there is none. Where there should be blood, guts and fluid, only shards of dust and bones are left behind in the air. Debris.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, looking up at you through those said gorgeous lashes, with grime, ash and specks of black thick tar-liek substance splattered across the soft material of his white shirt. "I really should have watched where I was going."

You lower your rifle, smoke still rising from the barrel as your eyes remain fixed on the ground at the dried up corpse in front of you two.

Unnatural.

The bandage wrapped hand is still twitching on the ground. Flashes of white bone and knuckles visible through the black-tarred dried up flesh of its hand. The space smells like burning tar.

You've taken dodgy jobs before, but this is something else.

This is what you get for accepting a "simple escorting job" making sure Doctor Steven Grant has a safe passage to Cairo for his thesis studies.

It had all seemed so easy. You were provided with a map, instructions and an exorbitant deposit payment up front, three times your usual rate, with a promise of double once everything was done and dusted. Not to say that you didn't have your doubts. Your contact had refused to divulge who the payer was, simply referring to the benefactor as the "Traveller" and you had almost called it then and there.

But then you were dragged to one of the reading rooms of the national library "just to meet him". You were greeted to the commotion of books tumbling down, and a man narly falling off one of the ladders, flailing with his arms like a baby bird learning to fly, had you not caught him in your very arms.

Catching doctor Steven Grant himself.

The first time you laid eyes on him, hair tussled, cheeks flustered pink with shocked-wide eyes that gazed up on you, you knew you were in trouble.

The man has no survival skills to speak of.

No preservation for that matter either. He simply says whatever seems to be on his mind. Honest to a fault, even to his own detriment.

Soft-spoken and polite, he's a far cry from the sorts of men that usually find their way in dodgy business and dangerous foreign excursions.

There was no way you could leave well enough alone. Couldn't let this man go out on his own into the deserts of Cairo, with what is practically a big sign around his neck that read: "I'm defenceless."

You had to protect him.

Besides, you're a capable mercenary, you've guided important figures in the country many times before. Politicians who were assassination targets, royalty who wanted an exotic location that you had to ensure did not have so much as a scratch on them on their return, criminals trying to evade the authorities. You've done it all.

Meanwhile here was this man. Thick-rimmed glasses permanently perched on his nose. That same nose constantly buried between the thick pages of some old dusty book he had carted in that beaten-up satchel bag slung across his shoulder.

So gentle in his nature, danger would surely stay out of their way for him. For god's sake, you've pretty sure you've seen him wave and greet the camels that were going to take you across the desert on more than one occasion.

How would a man like this, ever get caught up in danger for something as innocuous as a thesis study?

Naively, you had thought, what is the worst that could happen with a mousey professor?

Mummies. Cursed mummies. That's the worst that could happen.

"I'm sorry," he repeats again, with a sheepish expression on his face as he raises himself up on his knees, before standing. His hand reaches out towards your face, thumb swiping against your cheekbone and it sends an electric thrill that is sharper than the adrenaline you had coursing through your system mere seconds ago while facing up against otherworldly creatures from hell itself.

When his thumb comes away, there's blackish goo staining it, and he grimaces at it. "Are you alright, you're not hurt anywhere are you?"

He reaches into his satchel, pulling up a small animal pattern handkerchief and starts to meticulously wipe your face with it until the clean fabric is covered in what looks like black tar.

Wide brown eyes, filled with concern for you. Your heart has lodged itself in your throat and is trying to gallop its way out of your mouth.

This man is trouble.

God he's so fucking pretty though.

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I'm obsessed with protective girlfriend who dates Kirishima. Absolutely the best! She is so badass. I dare you to say a single bad thing about Kirishima! Do it if you want to die.

Loved it! 😍

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 — 𝐞.𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff with a sprinkle of angst, mentions of broken bones and blood, reader is a badass and acts morally grey, because I got carried away <3

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. a student from another class decided to insult kirishima, unaware of you standing right beside your boyfriend, ready to snap their neck at any given moment.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. listen, i just love that “i’m a literal sunshine and my partner is scary as fuck” trope and kirishima is just a sweetheart… spiky hair, spiky teeth and a heart of gold. i loved writing this and i hope you enjoy this fic! reblogs are appreciated as well 🖤

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 2.350 words

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I can not wait for this! If you can, tag me, please. I don't wanna miss a thing! 😍

Coming Soon.

“BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE” (ROGER TAYLOR X READER)

Summary: After losing a bet, Roger has to be nice to you for an entire an entire week. He hated it at first, but he slowly begins to warm up to you.

Note: This will be out once I passed all my requirements, I’ve already started it, and this might be a series. So if you wanna be tagged please inform me!

Please, do it! I'm sure I will read and with your talent and your wonderful writing, I'm sure other people will read too! 😍😊

i want so bad to start a story like not just a oneshot, one with actual chapters and all but im scared that people won’t read and i’ll be left writing them for no one to see

Oooh, Frankie cares so much about reader. Just melted my heart with all the care and love 😫🥹😍

Hope to read more chapters of this 😌

Cariña- Part 1

Summary: Sometimes your anxiety gets the better of you, but on nights like tonight, Frankie knows just how to help.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader (friendship but could be romantic leaning)

Words: 1146

Warnings: anxiety, fluff, comfort, Frankie is soft

A/N: I love Frankie. I adore the man and Triple Frontier, and want to start writing for the fandom, so here’s my first contribution. Also…This has a small chance to turn into a series, depending on what ya’ll think….let me know what you think!

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You gripped the cup in your hand, trying to focus on something, anything. Your mind felt like it was going a million miles per hour, your heart was racing, and your skin felt cold.

You should have just said no. You could have, the boys would understand.

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