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not to be gross but spencer reid would be such a little sap about getting married and planning your wedding. imagine how happy he would be n the pictures after you said yes. tears in his eyes, big dopey smile. he’d be so excited to see you in white at your engagement party, the rehearsal dinner, etc. he’d make sure every dress you wore was everything you’d ever want. he’d want to just make it perfect for both of you :,)

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SPENCER REID is the gentle lover. one that holds you as if you'll break in his arms. always careful to not be too rough or end up saying the wrong thing. and don't get me wrong — it was greatly appreciated by you, your chest always warm at the idea that he would literally walk to the edge of the earth for you. but the softness of his touches as he guided your hips over him was something you mentally begged for him to switch, to make his fingertips dig into you a little harsher.

and so you asked him: peering up at him through heavy lidded eyes, palms cupping the curve of his shoulders as he kneeled between your thighs. your pants were delirious, words sounding like honey as you told him to do it like he meant it.

there'd be a minute of silence as spencer studied you from above. taking in your features as they twisted, contorted, in the lack of friction. you rolled your hips towards him, whimpering out as his eyebrows furrowed. maybe your choice of words were a slight mistake, mouth pouting as you propped yourself on your elbows to close the gap between the two of you. hot breath fanning over your boyfriends face as you asked him to fuck you. hard.

you were thankful that he took the hint — spencer's knee pushing your two thighs apart as he dropped his gaze to where he felt you most. there was an air of tension that lingered above you both. fingers lacing through his hair as you spurred him on, his small whispers of are you sure met with your eager nodding. but he waited till he heard you utter your consent before continuing; spencer's bare thigh pressed against your sopping cunt without warning.

it was the first time you got yourself off on his leg. tangled between the sheets as you rutted your hips against him. his name falling from your lips in determined moans as you dragged your cunt against him, exposing yourself in a way that left your clit rubbing over his skin. whines of how you wanted his help, how you needed him to help you cum falling on deaf ears as he stared at you with hazy vision.

there was no denying that he got off to the sight of you. your excitement dampening his thigh as spencer watched you drive yourself closer to your orgasm. and just as you felt it — the pleasure tingling on the tip of your nerves, limbs on fire with pure ecstasy — he snatched his leg away from you. shuffling back on the mattress as you felt tears prick your eyes, hands wandering in front of you as you searched for the familiar chest of your boyfriend.

and you could feel your stomach knot at the idea of not being given a release. this being the first time you'd also never been able to cum. yet it was what you were yearning for, the type of sex that you'd been desperate to try out — but the ache between your legs made you second-guess your desires, thighs shaking as you finally made eye contact with spencer.

his hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft, palm running up and down his length as he squeezed the tip, eliciting a hushed moan. it was a sight you'd never seen before, not this close. eyes met with yours, hair fallen over his brows as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. you studied the way his stomach contracted, his shoulders dropping as spencer crawled a little closer to you. mumbling your name dirtily as he steadied himself with one hand on your bent knee.

now you couldn't keep track of all the times you and your boyfriend had gotten intimate, had fucked. but you were certain that he'd never felt this thick. your head lulled back, neck on full display as he started to push himself into you. he was slick with his own pre-cum, a grunt falling from his tongue as he halted half-way inside of you. the stretch was delicious; one that made any noise catch in your throat, toes curl as you hooked your calves around his waist.

you didn't have to tell him to move. no, he did that on his own accord. the feeling of him bottoming out before filling you almost instantly setting that deep heat inside of you. you felt your body turn into putty, melting into the mattress as he pinned you there. fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he stopped you from twisting or turning, a reminder that this is what you'd asked him to do. your eyes were locked on his, mouth opened into the perfect circle as you clenched around spencer's cock. each flutter around his length earning a guttural grunt as he told you to keep doing that.

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where the aragorn smut at :((

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I’m With the Bar Tender, part 1 [MGG x Reader]

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Summary: Working the closing shift at a bar means you’re pretty much a therapist. But, one night when a handsome stranger asks to spill his soul to you, you end up going home with Matthew Gray Gubler. 

fem!reader

Category: Smut (and I made it dirty because the anons were H O R N Y earlier)

Word count: 4.5k

Three a.m. might as well be three p.m. with the way my sleep schedule has adjusted to my job over the past two years. While bar tending wasn’t exactly my dream job as a little girl, it got the bills paid, and if I wore a low-cut top, the tips paid for some pretty nice shoes too. But tonight, was one of those nights were the only place I wanted to be was in my bed, huddled under the covers as I binged How I Met Your Mother for the hundredth time. Lucky for me, it was 2:30 and I could be in that exact position in approximately an hour and a half.

“Excuse me, miss,” a man’s voice rumbles across the bar, grabbing my attention.

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I’m still hurt

#spencer #reid #spencer reid #criminal #minds #criminal minds

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masterlist!

keys:

♡- gender neutral reader

☽- female reader

➹- angst

✿- fluff

spencer reid x reader

oneshots or mini series:

✰please be alright (part 1) (part 2) ➹✿☽:  spencer hasn’t heard from you all day, and he begins to worry when sees on the news that the same car as the one you own has been totaled in a car wreck that just so happens to be on the freeway you take everyday to get home from work.

✰la maison ✿☽: when spencer decides to travel to a bookstore he’s never been to before, he’s not prepared for what awaits him. a woman working at the shop captures his heart like no woman had ever done before, so he goes out of his way to see her everyday, wanting to impress her and confess his infatuation with her.

✰i just wanted to help ➹✿♡: spencer finally snaps at you when you try to help him out, and says some really hurtful things to you. he then feels terrible and tries to console you.

✰being the intern ✿♡: you’re an intern at the BAU and spencer helps you when no one else will.

✰caught ✿☽: you get a job at the BAU thanks to spencer, and you both try to hide your relationship from the team. however, a nice date takes a turn when some members of the team find out you’re together.

✰to you ➹✿☽: you get severely hurt on a case, and spencer accidentally lets it slip that you two have been dating for years.

✰love and support ➹✿☽: you find out you’re pregnant while spencer’s out of town, and you become terrified. when spencer arrives home, he supports and comforts you.

✰comfort food ✿♡: spencer comes home after a rough case, and you do what you can to cheer him up and make him feel loved.

✰we’re going to be friends ➹✿♡: you reunite with your old best friend spencer, and the secrets of why your relationship unraveled comes out.

✰missing pen ➹✿♡: spencer finds out about your extreme anxiety and much, much more.

series:

✰i’m cold and it is dusk ➹☽ (part 1) (part 2): after only dating dr. spencer reid for half a year, (y/n) falls extremely and suddenly ill. their relationship goes under pressure and hardships as (y/n)’s condition grows to be more serious than they ever thought it would be.

drabbles:

✰stay? ✿♡

✰leave ➹☽

✰ache ➹♡

✰breakup ➹♡

emily prentiss x reader

✰cramps and wine ✿♡: your period arrives and emily treats you to a bath, some wine, and some cuddles.

drabbles:

✰her scent ➹♡

[grubler]

I’m a sucker for soulmate fics 🥰

Out of Context - Reid x Reader

A/N: Hello lovelies! I had the pleasure of writing for @wave0fg00dvibes​​ again in the SFW fic swap in @imagining-in-the-margins​​ server! This fic was very interesting to write, I’ve never written a soulmate AU but I hope y’all like it! Also, it’s my first gender neutral reader fic!

Also thankies to @sunlight-moonrise​, @definitelynotkatesblog​, and @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff​ for being amazing betas and especially Rory for making sure this was gender neutral for me! <3 I appreciate y’all immensely

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader !

Category: Fluff! 

Warnings: None! It is a soulmate AU though! : )

Word Count: 2.2k

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I keep my box under my bed. Everyone treats theirs differently. Some people treasure it, others fully ignore it. I settled for something in the middle. At the age of five, each child receives a box that connects them to their soulmate and each night, the box would have a single note inside, a random sentence from your soulmate’s day in a mock of their handwriting. A soulmate is someone that just gets you. A connection of minds, total understanding, and unconditional love. Someone you can be yourself with. Knowing that person is not only following and understanding you, but is also always beside you is heartwarming. Knowing you have a soulmate out there is one thing, but finding your soulmate is a daunting task. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could learn about your soulmate’s life, like their job or their passions. Everyone looked forward to learning about their soulmate, except me. 

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Currently: devolving

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Found this on tik tok and I love it

#spencer reid #gray #gubler #always an option for more matthew gray gubler #Matthew #criminal #minds #criminal minds #devolving #tik tok

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SO SWEET I LOVED THIS

A mellifluous voice

pairing: spencer reid x reader (no pronouns used)

summary: in which the BAU visits your college to give a lecture about criminal psychology. As a music student you’re just not that into it, yet a certain team member has caught your eye, or rather your ear (request by @amouremes)

warnings: mentions of “the Womb Raider”, other than that just fluff

(photo is not mine)

It was a chilly October morning. Your roommate woke you up before the sun had come out.

“C’mon, y/n, I don’t wanna be late!” She said, running through your apartment, collecting all her things. You sighed as you slowly dragged your body out of bed.

“I still cannot believe the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FB-freaking-I is visiting.”

You rolled your eyes at her early morning enthusiasm. She’s been this excited ever since the news were announced: The FBI was coming to town, giving a lecture on criminal psychology.

Your roommate, who also happens to be one of your closest friends, was a fan of crime and mysterious murder cases ever since you met her. It just suited her to be studying exactly that at your college.

You on the other hand were not comfortable with all those horrible, bloody things. You enjoyed the beauty of life, which for you came in the sounds of music.

But being the good friend you are, you agreed on accompanying your friend to this lecture she’s been so thrilled about.

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Stress Reliever

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: smut, anxiety

Word Count: 1606

Summary: Reader has an anxiety attack and Spencer helps her calm down before they decide to head home for a little more stress relieving.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Is the last thing you hear Spencer say before you’re sent into a full-blown anxiety attack. The bar is too busy tonight, there are too many bodies brushing against you, too many voices in your ears, too many subtle glances toward you and your body in the tight black dress that Spencer likes.

Your chest becomes heavy and you start struggling to breathe, feeling hot tears begin to flood down your cheeks, no doubt ruining your makeup. “I-I need to,” you sucked a huge breath in, trying hard to control your breathing, “um, I need to step outside, Spence.” You tell your boyfriend, who is quick to follow you as you push through the people around you. He grabs onto your arm, his other hand on your waist as he guides you toward the door.

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I’ve been rewatching cm for the millionth time during the stay at home and boy oh boy if this isn’t me 

Spencer: “This is calm, and it’s Doctor.”

Me:

#Matthew Gray Gubler #spencer reid

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“Not All Men”

You’re absolutely right, Dr. Spencer Reid would never treat me like this

#Matthew Gray Gubler #spencer reid #criminal minds

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Still my favorite interview with the gube

what a goof

#Matthew Gray Gubler #mgg #criminal minds #criminal #minds #grubler #funny

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Cute 💕

Talk + Spencer Reid Imagine

Spencer Reid x Reader

Fluff, Fluff, Fluff

This imagine takes place during the events of 13.01, the reader is placed as a member of the BAU. The reader is just an added member and is not replacing anyone on the team just for an f.y.i.

Prompt: The reader attempts to calm Spencer down while he is struggling with PTSS (and throwing books at windows) after everything he has been through in the past few months.

Hospital

“Spence, Luke..hey.” y/n begins to stand up from the hospital bed, she is suffering from a raging migraine but is otherwise alright.

“Y/n, wait, sit down.” Luke laughs at her and Spencer goes to grab her arms.

“I am okay, I swear. Any news on Emily?” y/n grabs her fib jacket lying on a chair next to the hospital bed.

“Nothing solid, but we got some records that Walker had for Prentiss and Rossi.” Luke tells y/n as Spencer is practically holding her hand as she begins to leave the hospital room.

“Y/n are you able to leave, did the doc-?” Spencer rambles on in worry.

“Yes, I promise. I’m all good. But he did say if my migraine persists I shouldn’t be in the field.” Luke and Spencer nod in unison.

BAU

“Oh you’re okay, you’re okay.” Penelope hugs y/n as soon as she walks through the doors to the bullpen.

“Yes, I’m okay Pen.” She gives her a smile once they pull apart. “Good.” Penelope gives her another smile.

Luke walks over to Penelope and Y/n letting them know he has to leave to get Monica. Penelope, Matt, and Y/n are in the briefing room with Spencer going over the new information he just discovered.

“Prentiss texted Hotch?” Penelope asks practically stunned.

“According to Stephen’s documentation, yes.” Spencer begins to explain it to them.

“What’s B-Cap?” Spencer questions. “Geography maybe” Matt adds in.

Y/n and Penelope both notice Spencer rubbing his eye, “Spence.” Y/n speaks up softly and then Garcia, “Why don’t we kick it over to the team? Maybe they can suss out-“

“No, get out. No time.” Spencer begins telling Penelope, Matt, and Y/n to get out. “I’m really sorry, but get out.” Once outside Penelope and Y/n both look at each other and Penelope speaks to Matt, “He’s had a rough couple of months.”

Matt and Penelope were sitting down at the computer reading over the text message sent from Prentiss when Spencer throws a book at the window catching their attention and y/n’s who was getting coffee for herself and one cup for Spencer.

Y/n walks over to them, they are standing in shock when y/n watches Spencer through the windows to the briefing room.

“Uh, you guys stay here okay?” y/n tries to reassure them, “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“That’s a good idea.” Garcia says frazzled. “He likes you.” Y/n laughs “Yes he does, he likes all of us.” Garcia looks at her again “But he likes you the most, you are like his rock.” Y/n gives her a look before she walks towards the briefing room.

Y/n walks into the briefing room, books sprawled out everywhere, Spencer style.

“Hey..” y/n speaks to him softly, trying to stay calm with him. Spencer turns around at her and begins explaining his discovery of B-Cap.

“B-Cap is short for Banister caapi. It’s a plant, specifically a hallucinogen that’s found in a tea called ayahuasca.”

“Spence, hold on wait.” Spencer looks at her and rubs his eye again.

“Sit down, we are gonna talk-“

“Right now.” Spencer raises his voice and paces.

“Yes Spencer, right now.” y/n raises her voice slightly as she walks over to Spencer. She places her hands on his face attempting to get him to focus on her.

“Look at me.” When Spencer resists eye contact she drops her hands and goes to sit back down, but Spencer stops her by pulling her in for a hug.

“How’s your head?” Spencer asks a few seconds into their hug. “It’s persistent.” y/n laughs “But I can ignore it…luckily.” As she finishes her sentence she runs her hand through Spencer’s hair. “Would you please talk to me.” Spencer pulls away and goes to sit down at the table, moving books off the chair causing y/n to follow.

“Took me 60 minutes to deduce what should have taken me 60 seconds, and if Emily dies-“

“No Spencer, don’t do that.” y/n looks at Spencer with concern.

“How bad is it.”

“What?” Spencer asks her softly.

“You know what I mean Spencer, how bad is it.” He looks at her before she speaks again. “Spencer please talk to me, I wanna listen.” Spencer signs before he speaks.

“I-I know I can confide in you, I mean you’re my best friend..but I just feel-“ Spencer runs his hands through his hair and stands up again, pacing.

“Spencer, it’s okay. I understand it’s hard. But you’ll have to talk about it eventually.” y/n continues speaking softly to him, in some attempt to keep him calm.

“Y/n, I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to relive it.” Spencer raises his voice again at her.

“Spencer, please. Listen to yourself! You said you wanted to kill Scratch earlier and you are practically yelling any chance you get.” y/n raises her voice.

Spencer throws another book lying on the table, he walks to another side of the room with his back to her.

‘Really Spencer? you can’t tell me you honestly wanted to? Yes, we all want to kill Scratch in a sense but none of us actually wanna shoot him dead in the head…Would you care to know why?” y/n gives him attitude towards the end of her sentence, getting tried of Spencer being oblivious to his actions.

“..Why?” Spencer asks her coldly.

“Because it would make us just like them, wanting to kill for revenge. Yes, I hate that asshole who has been torturing our family, causing Hotch to leave-“ y/n picks up one of the books on the table and begins fidgeting with it, causing Spencer to turn around in wonder for the loss of her voice.

“Y/n, I..” Spencer begins to get tears in his eyes but quickly wipes them away. Y/n notices and immediately gets up to give him another hug.

“Spencer, it’s okay. I don’t wanna make you feel guilty or feel like you don’t have a right to be angry, but I don’t want you to cross a line you’ll never come back from.”

“I know y/n, I know.” Spencer hugs her tighter.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” Spencer pulls away to look at her.

“Spence, it’s alright-“

“No y/n it’s not, I snapped at you for no reason.”

“Hey listen to me it’s alright, I promise, I’m a big girl, I can handle it. It’s just weird seeing you get angry so quickly, you’re becoming me.” She laughs, luckily gaining a laugh back from Spencer.

“I promise when this is all done I’ll tell you everything, okay?” Spencer asks her softly.

“Okay Spence, I just need you to remember to not shut me out when things in that little head of yours get tough.” She presses her finger against his head at the end causing him to smile.

“I know, I tend to do that don’t I.” Spencer laughs licks his lips at the end of the sentence.

“Yes you tend to do that, a lot” y/n laughs at the end of her sentence, and Spencer gives her another hug. “I love you, you know that right?” Spencer tells her softly in the nook of her neck “I love you too Spence.”

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Spencer Reid does the twisty towel thing with his hair after showers you can’t fight me on this

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Get Lost With You

@treatmelikeadamnprentiss said:                                                                        OOO OO CAN YOU WRITE A FIC WHERE YOU GET STUCK IN A CORNMAZE WITH MATTHEW….. LIKE THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE

It was a crisp, cool day in October when Matthew woke me up, shaking the bed. I opened my eyes to find him fully dressed already, his golden curls a mess as he bounced on his knees. 

“Matthew?” I asked, “What are you doing?” 

“Waking you up,” he answered, leaning down to press a swift kiss to my lips. I realized then that I couldn’t be annoyed with him for waking me, not when he looked so incredibly happy and childlike, smiling brightly at me and kissing me so casually that it made my breath catch even though we’d been together for nearly a year. 

“Oh, right,” I said, swinging my legs out of the comfortable bed and onto the floor. I reached for my underwear, recalling with a slight smile how it had ended up on the floor in the first place during the previous night’s antics. “Today is pumpkin day.”

I hadn’t truly forgotten; how could I, when Matthew had been reminding me every day for the past week that today we were going to his favorite pumpkin patch in New York, one that was a couple hours out of the city, but which he swore was absolutely, undoubtedly worth it. 

I got dressed quickly, sending Matthew on a coffee run to the café I’d found earlier in the week, one which was very near the hotel we were staying in, and which served my favorites. 

By the time he returned, I had dressed in my favorite Halloween tee shirt and one of Matthew’s plaid shirts with boots and jeans, my hair braided behind me so that it was out of my way. 

“Are you ready?” he asked. He sounded delighted, and I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded. 

“Ready,” I confirmed. 

The car ride was more than enjoyable; Matthew loved to ride with the windows down, and the mix of warm coffee and cool autumn air rushing over my skin, set to the soundtrack of Matthew’s infectious laughter, made for a beautiful start to Pumpkin Day 2017. 

When we arrived, Matthew pulled the car into a gravel parking lot that was only equipped for ten cars or so, and we got out. As we headed toward the pumpkin patch, Matthew’s hand brushed mine and he tangled his long, thin fingers with mine. I smiled up at him, only to find him already engrossed in the sight before us. I had thought we would simply be picking out a pumpkin, or, knowing Matthew, several. 

I could not have been more wrong. 

“Come on,” Matthew laughed, pulling me by our joined hands toward what appeared to be a corn maze. I raised my eyebrows at him. 

“That’s not a pumpkin patch, Gubler,” I remarked. He shook his head. 

“Nope,” he agreed happily. I just shook my head and followed him willingly, as I often do. Dating Matthew is like being constantly in a whirlwind of creative excursions, strange music, and puppets. It feels a bit like a rabbit hole, but one that is altogether pleasant, and feels remarkably safe. It’s impossible not to feel that way with such a confident, wild human being by your side. 

“Are you good at mazes?” he asked, after we were already two turns into the corn maze. I laughed aloud. 

“No!” I exclaimed. “I’m awful at them.” Matthew shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned by this development. 

“Hey (Y/N),” he began as we wandered through the twisting, turning paths. It seemed Matthew had no idea where he was going either. 

“Yeah?” I replied. 

“Want to hear a farmer joke?” he inquired. I glanced up at him quizzically. 

“Sure.” 

“Sorry, you can’t,” he replied, sounding childlike in his glee. 

“Why?” I asked. 

“Because it’s way too corny!” he crowed, cracking himself up. I couldn’t help but laugh along, no matter how bad the joke was. His joy was contagious. 

A moment later, Matthew stopped, standing in what appeared to be the center of the maze- that’s what it looked like to me, anyway, although I couldn’t be certain. 

I looked up at him, taking in the way the sunshine lit up his smooth skin and wild caramel curls. His bright hazel eyes were sparkling in the autumn sunlight, and his hand was warm in mine despite the chilly air. I was overcome with a rush of emotion as Matthew smiled down at me, running his tongue over his pale, pink, kissable lips. 

“You’re a mess, Gubler, you know that?” I laughed, a note of wonder in my tone. He does that to me- incites a wonder and fascination that I’ve never experienced before, but which I most closely associate with that first glimpse of the ocean as a child. 

He laughed, and the melodic sound warmed my heart. I was overcome with the knowledge that life couldn’t get much better than this. This, getting lost in a corn maze with the most beautiful man I’d ever known, who was looking at me as if I made the stars shine, was the height of existence; I was convinced of it. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice going soft on the trails of beautiful, raucous laughter. I felt my breath catch as he looked me in the eye, his large hands suddenly on my arms, drawing me in closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him as my body bumped against his chest. I got a whiff of that clean, beautiful scent; cinnamon and coffee and Matthew. My senses were overtaken in the most beautiful way as he leaned in close, his clean-shaven jawline brushing against my own softer jaw. One hand came up to the back of my neck, strong and gentle all at once, and he drew my lips to his own, pressing them against me. I could taste the overly sweet coffee he’d had that morning, and chocolate. his tongue ghosted over my lips and I felt my heartbeat harder in my chest. When he pulled away at long last, my chest was aching in the most beautiful way, filled with an indescribable kind of love for the goofy, bright soul that had decided to be mine. 

“You know, they give you apple cider when you get out of this thing,” he said softly. 

“Oh?” I sked, glancing around. “Well, I guess we’d better stop making out and start trying to find our way out of here, then,” I remarked. Matthew smiled at me, a little crooked, and suddenly he was very close to me once more. 

“Or,” he murmured lowly, sending a shiver down my spine, “we can just keep making out and find our way out later.” 

Then, he was kissing me again in the bright October sunshine, and I had to admit, that sounded like his most brilliant idea yet. 

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