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|| By A Thread

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|| Ribs

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|| Angel

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|| Poker Game

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|| Crawling Back To You

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|| She got away

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|| Are we still friends?

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|| Late Night

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|| Lover’s Rock

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|| 500 days

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|| Fresh Air

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|| Miles away

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*Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.* You were Spencer’s favorite movie. If you asked him, he could tell you everything about he loved. And you would never know. He’s known he loved you since the first day of ninth grade when you walked in to his AP bio. You were the only other freshman in any of his classes. Despite this, the two of you have never spoken. You soon got swept up in a tight knit group of friends, before he even got the chance to introduce himself. Since then you’ve been like a ghost. He sees you in the halls right before you turn the corner. He hears your name whispered by a group of guys in the courtyard. You sit across the class from him in AP lit. He doesn’t think you know his name. He doesn’t think you know he exists. *I exist. I exist. I exist. I exist.* It’s senior year. You’re both sitting in the backyard of a party. Your feet dangle in the pool, the bright lights making your face glow blue. Your sipping a beer, the second in of the night. This is the first time Spencer has seen you alone since Sophomore year. He sits on the other side of the pool in a lawn chair, fiddling with a beer that he hasn’t taken a sip of yet.

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You were livid. Absolutely furious. Last week, you got grounded. This meant that when Spencer asked you to go to a party yesterday, like you did almost every Friday night, you had to say no. However, Spencer decided to go on his own. This morning, when you opened your phone you were bombarded with videos of different angles of Spencer making out with a girl. People were crowded around them, recording and cheering. You physically cringed as you watched her suck hickeys into his neck. You and Spencer weren’t dating. You knew that, he knew that, the whole school knew that. But you were in love. And everyone knew that too. So why Spencer would get plastered and shoving his tongue down the throat of a girl that wasn’t you was beyond you. Now, Spencer been calling you all day and you haven’t picked up. This is the longest the two of you have ever gone without talking. It’s almost 10pm and you just got out of the shower. Your hair is wet but your pajamas are soft and warm. You walk out of your bathroom and plop onto the bed as you brush your hair. As you scroll through Netflix, trying to find what to watch, you startle as you hear a knock on your window. Spencer.

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|| Oops?

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|| Smarty

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|| Baby, it’s cold outside

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|| Chill

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|| Duality

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|| Watermelon

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|| Warm Nights

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|| Desperation

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|| Lost

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|| Free Now

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|| Colliding Worlds

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|| Fall Back

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|| A Rose

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|| I miss you

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You and Spencer aren’t together. Not really. You’ve been friends for almost a year and, recently, a little bit more. It started with playful jokes then lingering touches. Now, he’s sneaking out of his house at night. He drives over to your’s, sneaks in through the back door that you leave open for him, and then upstairs and into your room. Almost every weekend he sleeps over, all without either of your parents knowing. Sometimes the two of you smoke together, or you stay up telling unheard secrets, or simply laying with each other. You two just have so much love to give. Right now, the two of you are lying in bed. You’re facing each other, just looking at each other. His hand rests on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. As you stare at him, you realize just how caught up in this you are. “I’m so high right now.” You giggled softly. He just smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Can I talk to you about something?” He asks, his hand going back to your cheekbone

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|| To be loved

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|| Guilt

Carmen Berzatto

Carmy was a big hot shot. He took a measly hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop and turned it into a Michelin star restaurant. With a transformation like that, changes were inevitable. You were one of those changes. You had been hired as a measly hostess. One of the only employees int eh restaurant that he had hand picked. In the interview, he said that you were smiley and warm. The breath of fresh air the place needed. He hired you on the spot. You had been there almost a month now and Carmy thought you were doing great. Customers beamed about you in reviews and servers rarely got impatient with you. He admired how you handled people in a way he never could. The restaurants closing down for the night. As a hostess, you have the most side work and up being the last one in the restaurant, aside from him. Right now you’re in the front of house, mopping the floors.

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*You and Spencer had been coworkers for a long time. You two were the youngest members of the BAU which led to a connection between you both. Eventually the awkward stage ended and you got together. It was clear of you were made for each other, which is why you got married.* *You two just got off of a brutal case. Five women had been murdered, and the unsub was good. They kept getting away from you, and it cost the lives of seven more women to end up being brutally stabbed and raped. It took a lot of energy to find the unsub. Everyone was tired and exhausted to the bone. When the jet landed, everyone rushed home.* *It was 12:30 a.m. when the two of you entered your shared apartment. You were both achy from being on your feet all day and having to fight to catch the unsub. You both smelled awful and just wanted some peace and quiet.* *You sat down on the couch and rested for a second, wanting to lay down and ease the aching, throbbing pain in your feet. Spencer disappeared somewhere in the house. You were too tired to care, assuming he immediately went to bed.* *However he quickly came back. He gently grabbed your hand and tugged you up and to the bedroom.* “What?” *You giggled.* "Well, love, I have the perfect idea to help us wind down and enjoy whatever time we have to ourselves." *He brought you into the bathroom, showing you the bath he drew for the both of you. It was a nice hot bath with some bubbles and floating rose petals. On a tray next to the bath were two glasses of you favorite red wine and a bottle. Some fruits and chocolates were in a bowl next to the bottle.* "Alright, so love, watcha think? Is this the perfect way to unwind or what?"