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langfield · 2 days ago

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What are your full thoughts on Vinh/Reggie? I’ve seen some people say that even at the end of the game Vinh still seems to not take Reggie seriously, but to me it does look like they are a bit closer than they had been previously (the smile Vinh gives Reggie right before the credits at least gives me that vibe) after the storm.

my thoughts on vinh and reggie are rather cynical, i think, and i largely contribute this towards the fact that the way the game writes them changes based on whether you romanced vinh or not as max. if you romance vinh, their dynamic doesn’t undergo any changes and remains as it always was portrayed to be : which is that reggie pines after vinh while said man couldn’t care less for him, or at best does care but treats him poorly regardless. throughout my playthroughs of the game, i felt like it was rather apparent that vinh and reggie weren’t good for each other nor were destined to be together in any way, shape, or form. reggie’s feelings towards vinh are directly compared to diamond’s feelings towards moses ( and diamond/moses is a relationship that will never happen ) and you see via crosstalk, diamond’s own words, and the likes that these two aren’t exactly close to begin with. some examples are :

when vinh posts about maya on crosstalk, reggie comments a rather insensitive question to which vinh responds with his usual tight-lipped answer.

vinh telling reggie he needs a ‘cold shower’ in regards to reggie’s comment about himself.

reggie offering vinh a solution, vinh finding an excuse not to hang out, and immediately ignoring reggie when he makes a comment about moving in with vinh at abraxas house.

vinh’s casual hookup thing, and the implication that vinh’s and reggie’s sexual relationship is treated similarly to vinh banging strangers.

another instance of vinh ignoring reggie’s unsubtle offer to drink together, as well as a general aggressive attitude when reggie jokes about visiting him.

diamond, someone who knows reggie’s side of things best, also claims that they’re bad for each other … and i agree! most of their interaction veers towards something unsatisfying and unhappy for both parties, with reggie often feeling neglected ( on top of his already horrific mental health ) and vinh seemingly annoyed at reggie’s presence in his life overall. i don’t want reggie to be with someone who treats him so poorly, seeing as vinh already forces him into grunt work with diamond ( hanging up the posters ) and gives him an abraxas box to solve as though reggie still has to earn his place amongst the group. it kills me to see reggie comment on all of vinh’s post, and to talk about him obsessively and with such an admiring tone, only for vinh to ignore him at every turn or to snap at him. it also particularly fascinates me, and makes me sad for reggie, that the only reason vinh approaches reggie at the snapping turtle in spin is literally because max has either rejected him or didn’t talk to him at all. otherwise, vinh sits there for who knows how long, knowing that reggie is in the booth beside him and miserable, and never once bothers asking him how he was doing -- or approaches him at all. he even tries using him for the smash or pass game and brings him up again as a joke to max later on :

and while some of his interactions with reggie in a ‘max rejects’ route are sort of cute, you also get noticeable comments like this :

vinh commenting on max’s photo of him and reggie to talk about her feelings towards him, in a bantering way, only for him to then ask reggie if they are happy when it’s said that they are.

if max doesn’t reject vinh, he ends up texting her about his fear of not knowing who he is due to safi’s interference, meanwhile if she does reject vinh, he posts about it publicly on crosstalk instead. did he not talk to reggie about this?

to me, there’s a noticeable difference between a vinh who gets the girl and the vinh who doesn’t. he is happier, more hopeful in the romance timline … unlike here, where there’s a quiet jaded nature about him at all times. he hardly even speaks when max visits him and reggie at the turtle, and if you listen closely to their dialogue together thereafter, he’s still dismissing serious relationships and even admits that the only reason he texted reggie instead of max was because max had ‘other things’ going on. to me, it’s explicitly made clear that vinh deciding to spend more time with reggie is him selfishly dealing with the events of the storm by doing what he’s always done : using sex as a coping mechanism, and desperately finding ways to not be alone when he can’t stand being in his own head. i won’t deny that they’re ‘closer’ because, canonically, they are … but not in a way that’s particularly deep, new, or good for either of them. they’re merely retreading old habits with one another and making no improvements, stuck in a stagnant tango, and i don’t want that for reggie or vinh, honestly. reggie deserves better and he deserves an actual apology from vinh for how he’s been treated, and vinh deserves his own healing too once he gets his head out of his ass. maybe this is the game’s fault for rushing their offscreen romance and, sure, maybe the game’s intent was to make vinh and reggie seem closer, like they’re on the path to healing together, but from everything i’ve seen … i just doubt it. what we see at the end is probably what their relationship has always been, a wooden and tentative intimacy that always felt onesided to everyone around them. reggie still worships vinh blindly, and vinh is still using reggie rather than actually seeing him … and around and around they go.

i should make it clear that i do enjoy reggie/vinh immensely, by the way! their dynamic is integral to their characters and helps you understand reggie and see vinh’s genuine flaws at their worst. i’m also a slut for toxic dynamics that make each other worse, which is very much what this relationship is to me … though despite that, i still don’t think they’d ever work in a romantic relationship and that the best thing for both of them is to move past this. maybe one day they could be friends? i’d like that for them more than whatever it is they have in vinh’s rejection route. but uh, overall? no, i don’t ‘ship’ them nor do i think they’re close no matter what path is taken.

#my asks.#sorry if this is sloppy!! i had to rush this because of holiday stuff haha #but i tried my best to articulate my thoughts and the likes #i have more things to say probably but alas duty calls so. this will do for now #vinh lang #reggie kagan #and their no good sad relationship … tragic …#i just can’t see them being happy together or genuinely close if they’re still fucking i guess??#in order for them to be close … they need to change up the formula #which they haven’t done at all in the reject vinh route you know? they’re not officially together or even friends they’re just.#fucking and hanging. so what’s the actual difference?#i also think what they have has a very obvious power imbalance too but that’s neither here or there. whoops.#ANYWAY. thank you for the ask!!! hope this was decent <3 it’s rushed and hurried and a bit everywhere but well.#what can you do during holiday season lol

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reidrum · 7 days ago

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under the mistletoe

note: happy first day of reidrumas! a nice little munch!spencer to keep you warm <3

summary: in which penelope uses a plant to get her friends together, or the time you find yourself under the mistletoe with spencer

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, munch!spencer, fingering, oral (f receiving), heavy kissing, idiots in love, friends to lovers, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and heels

wc: 2.8k

12 days of reidrumas

The annual BAU Christmas Party became an accord Penelope headed all on her own, and was a job she took very seriously. The amount of times the team had been called away on a case near or on a major holiday is too sad a number to count, so whenever there was certainty that there would be no case or bureau event, Penelope went all in.

That is, on David Rossi’s credit card, of course.

Light up sleighs and reindeers adorned the front lawn of Rossi’s mansion, of which was decorated with red ribbons and twinkle lights galore. The silhouette of the biggest Christmas tree you think you’d ever seen was illuminated in the window as you approached the front, rubbing clammy hands down the sides of your dress.

You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, just that you are. While it had been some time since you had joined the team and you have definitely had some fun nights out with them, the nerves never get easier to deal with when you know a certain genius will be in your presence.

It seemed everyone knew of your crush on Spencer except the man himself. The way your face heats up when you’re near him, the words tripping over each other as you try to speak, somehow are not dead giveaways to him. If he notices your nerves, he doesn’t mention it, and you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

A call of your name from the bottom of the stairs grabs your attention, and you see none other than Spencer coming up the stairs to meet you. He straightens out his sweater and looks at all of you, “You look nice.”

Suddenly you forget what words are, “Um…I.. thanks! I just got this, and I thought the antlers would be cute too.” you gesture to the light up headband.

“They’re really cute.” he smiles and gestures you to walk in, and you’re both ambushed by Penelope immediately.

“You’re here! Oh, you look so cute with your little reindeer antlers,” she gushes, “And Spencer! Looking so dapper!” You both walk down the hallway with her, seemingly leading you to the kitchen when she abruptly stops halfway.

“You’re too cheery. What did you do?” you squint.

“Don’t hate me.”

Your eyebrows raise, “What did you do?”

“Why would we hate you?” Spencer says at the same time.

Penelope pauses, and with a hint of mischief in her voice, “Look up.”

Your eyes trail upwards to the arch of the door you’re both stood in, and there hanging with its leaves and red and white berries tied in ribbon, is of course, mistletoe.

“Penny.” you mumble under your breath. If she heard you she paid no mind, only beaming at you both with her Cheshire cat grin. You look over at poor Spencer, who’s sheepish smile and red cheeks are breaking through his stoic demeanor.

“Did you know mistletoe in nature is actually poisonous? It’s a parasitic plant that has to grow on other trees in order to survive. But it’s holiday tradition comes from Norse mythology when the son of Odin is killed and his mother is so upset her tears turn into the berries on the plant, as a symbol of her love for him.” Spencer rambles out of nervousness.

“That sounds nice Spence,” Penelope grabs both of your hands and positions you in front of each other in the doorway, “Okay great, I’m sure you know the rules of mistletoe. Now kiss.”

“Penelope.” you lightly chide. Her persistence is a match for no one, there’s no way of getting out.

“You have to, that’s the rule! If you don’t, Christmas will be ruined!” she sighs dramatically.

You blink at her a few times hoping she understands that she’s out of her mind and that it’s a little cruel to put you and Spencer in this situation. This is probably his worst nightmare. He has that thing with germs you remember and you both are merely friends so there’s no way he’d see you like that, yet alone want to kiss you because a plant said you had to.

Spencer clears his throat in front of you, and says with a soft voice, “Well, if it’s going to ruin Christmas…”

Huh. Maybe not as cruel as you think.

You turn your head to meet his eyes, “You’re okay with this?”

He nods sheepishly, “I—I mean I love holidays, and even though I’d never done this part of Christmas, I’d hate to break tradition….”

You look at him with disbelief, but Penelope’s smile could not be wider and she squeals, “Amazing! Okay, I’m ready.”

You both look at her knowingly, and she immediately puts her hands up. “Alright, fine! I can take a hint. But, I want details later, both of you.” she busies herself off in the kitchen.

Spencer turns his body to face you, hands tentatively reaching out to ghost the curve of your hips. His eyes look to you for permission, and with a slight nod he takes purchase, bringing you closer while resting his hands on your sides. You gingerly place your flat palms on his shoulders, and it’s then you realize just how close you both are. His breath fans softly against your face, and even in heels you find yourself rising a bit further to meet his lips.

Just mere milliseconds before your lips meet he whispers with the softest pitch you’ve ever heard, “You sure this is okay?”

You think you give him a nod and a word of approval, but it’s lost as soon as you press your lips onto his with no hesitancy. His hands pull you closer to him, leaning deeper into the kiss. The endorphins run loose before being corralled immediately as the kiss ends as quickly as it began.

He pulls back and he stares at your puffy lips, lips that are puffy because of him and it’s enough to drive him insane. He needs to find a way to have you like that again, to feel your lips against his again fearless of a watchful eye, to show you that he really doesn’t give a damn for tradition, but would do rituals and ceremonies on end if it meant getting to kiss you like that again.

You’re about to say something when your name is called from the living room, the other girls now noticing your arrival and waving you over to grab a drink. You look between them and Spencer, “I should go,” you say reluctantly, “Find me later?”.

He smiles softly, “I’ll find you later.”

You hesitate before moving, wondering if it’s even a good idea. But you realize you’re already this far deep, so what difference would it make? Your eyes dart between the girls and Spencer once more making sure they’re not looking, and rise to your toes again to kiss his cheek, “See you later, Spence.”

A blush rises to his cheek as he touches the spot with his fingers, watching you walk into the living room. You might be the death of him, he thinks.

—

The party’s gone on, games of white elephant are played and countless wine bottles are scattered around the place. He finds himself in an aimless conversation with Matt and Luke, he thinks they’re talking about some sport, but all Spencer can think about is you and your damn lips.

You’re addictive, he’s come to find. He’s had a taste of the forbidden fruit and now fully empathizes with Eve, thinking if something was as nectarious as you, he’d also have to go to great lengths to get it again.

He excuses himself from the conversation, not caring if they said anything, and goes off to find you. You’re sat on the loveseat with JJ that’s entirely too small for the two of you, but you certainly look comfy wedged into the seat. He circles around the back, resting a hand on your shoulder to let you know of his presence and bending down to whisper in your ear, “Is this a good time to find you?”

You startle a little at the voice, calming once you recognize it to be Spencer. You’re surprised he actually came and found you like he said he would, and by the look of his face it seemed like a determined mission.

“I’d say it is,” you smile up at him, his body looming over you behind the couch. He holds a hand out for you, “I’ll be back, J.” you tell her as you stand up. She looks between you and Spencer and a smug look rises to her face.

“Okay…be safe.” she winks. You groan.

Spencer leads you away from the bustle of the living room and further into the depths of Rossi’s mansion. You both walk side by side, talking aimlessly about anything and everything, grateful to have moments just walking with each other. You push open on a fancy door, revealing a vastly large room but with the same crown modeling as the rest of the place. A three piece couch set rests in the middle, and bookshelves filled with antiques line the walls.

You’re intrigued by the telescope pointed out the window, bending down to look through it. Spencer looks up from the book he’s holding on the other side of the room and watches you. You’re ethereal, the moonlight casting a soft glow on your figure making you look like an angel from above. You gaze through the lens to look at the stars, and he can’t help but wonder how lucky he is to have you in front of him and not in the sky with the rest of them.

“Can I confess something?”

You straighten your back and turn around, eyes widening, “Um, sure.”

“Nothing scary, I promise,” he reassures.

“That’s not concerning.”

He takes a deep breath, “I had an ulterior motive, when I came to find you.”

Your brows furrow nervously, “What do you mean?”

“No no, I meant it, it’s nothing bad,” he confesses, “I just… really wanted to kiss you again.”

Oh. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Who else?” he chuckles.

You stammer, “W—Well, I just wasn’t sure…”

He nods and slowly walks to you, “Would that be okay?”

You look up at him and see that he’s so close again. The waft of his cologne invades your senses. His hair is long again, you told him once he looked good with long hair and he hasn’t so much as looked at some scissors since then. The ends of his curls tickle your forehead when his head dips, lips mere nanometers away.

“Yeah.” you barely muster an audible whisper.

The corners of his lips twitch, “Yeah?” he says in the same pitch, leaning even closer.

“Please.”

His lips press to yours again for the second time this night, and he kisses you with a fervor you couldn’t comprehend. He brings one hand up to cradle the back of your head, padding the impact as he uses the other to back you against the wall. Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on the roots that makes him fold even more into you.

Kisses travel down the side of your neck to the nape, and he spends time littering the area with lovebites. The soft gasps that leave your mouth only spur him on, but it’s not nearly enough for him.

“Sweetheart,” he pants between kisses, “Need to—fuck—need to taste you, please. Can I?

Your blown out eyes meet his, and it wasn’t even an option to say no when he was begging you so desperately, “Yeah, yes, please.”

His hand snakes through the slit on your dress, tracing the edges of your panties and grinning when he hears your breath hitch. He toys with the edge some more before dipping a finger below the band, never touching you where you really need him but getting awfully close.

“Spence..” you whine.

He groans, “Fuck, you sound so pretty saying my name and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He puts you out of your misery when he finally drags the pad of his index to the bundle of nerves at your center, tracing light circles that draw the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.

You grip his forearms for more stability, feeling your legs turn to jelly. Spencer sees your struggle and wraps an arm around your waist, “I got you, pretty girl it’s okay.” A few more minutes of teasing you and marking you relentlessly and he decides you’re okay enough for him to stand on your own, so he can sink to his knees in front of you.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he crouches down, making sure you’re okay every step of the way. His finger is still tracing a line from your clit to your entrance, the wet line seeping through your panties. He bunches up your dress and silently gestures to you to hold it, and steadies his hands on either side of your hips. He presses chaste kisses up your thighs, your breath getting heavier with each one closer to your center. The delirium hits an all time high when he presses a firm kiss to your core.

Skilled fingers hook your panties to the side, revealing you in all your glistening glory, “Look at you,” he marvels hoarsely, “that all for me?”

You nod fast, “Yes, yes Spence please.” you whine out, you’d sound like you were in pain if it were anyone else.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, don’t do that. I’m gonna take care of you, promise.” he coos, calming your pleas, “Come on, leg on my shoulder.”

The new angle opens you up beautifully for him and he can’t help himself when he leans in and swipes a tentative tongue through your folds, satisfied when he hears the sound of a guttural moan leave you.

You immediately slam your hand over mouth as he taunts, “Careful sweetheart, can’t be too loud or someone’s gonna walk in.”

You try to keep your moans and whimpers to a minimum as he continues eating you out like a man depraved, like all he was meant for on this earth was to be between your legs. He prods a finger around your entrance and slowly slips it in, you whimper and clamp your fingers into his hair tugging tightly.

Spencer groans into you at the feeling, and adds another finger swiftly moving them in and out. You’re getting close, he can feel it from the way you clench around his fingers, unable to stop himself from thinking about how you’d feel clenching around him.

“Ah—I’m….I’m close.” you whimper.

He speeds up ever so slightly, “Yeah? Okay angel, you can let go, it’s okay.”

Soon your climax washes over you, with you gripping his hair tightly and his fingers never faltering as he rides you through it. He slows down his pace as you come down before gently taking them out and giving you one last lick through your folds before standing up.

You yelp but it’s quickly muffled by him kissing you again. He feels you smile into the kiss and matches you before you both start giggling and pull away.

He can hear the smile in your voice when you rest your forehead on his shoulder, “That was…”

An arm wraps around you again to hold stable, “Good, I hope?”

You press a soft kiss at the base of his neck, “Really good. I guess we have to thank Penny now.”

“Actually…”

“What?”

“I may have been the one to tell her to put some mistletoe up.” He confesses sheepishly.

“You told her? S—So you could…like…” you ramble.

“So I would have a chance to kiss you, yes.”

You get real shy in front of him as if he wasn’t on his knees for you five minutes ago, “That’s really sweet…you could’ve told me.”

“I wanted to! But I thought you might not feel the same way because I notice how you are around me and I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but then Penelope told me you felt the same and I just figured one of us had to pull the bandaid off.”

You smile shyly, “I get nervous around you, because I really really like you.” you quietly admit.

He pulls you close into his chest, kissing your forehead softly, “Well that’s good then, because I really really like you too.”

Penelope is obviously over the moon when she finds out, giddy as can be knowing her two best friends are now together. What she doesn’t tell you, is how she sends the mistletoe to a preservation company to be pressed and framed. She’s just preparing to have the best gift ever to bring to your wedding.

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