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bohemianblasphemy · 2 days ago
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Need bruises on my hips from Spencer Reid 🤭🤭🤭
I’ll say it again, you and me both ✨
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The way he’d just be so obsessed with leaving his finger shaped bruises on your hips would be just insane- admiring them the day after and tracing along the marks so delicately…
Like if hes taking you from behind, he’s absolutely gripped onto you- nothing could pry him off you.
Or if you’re in missionary he’d have his thumbs pressed onto your hip bones, watching as you writhe and moan beneath him….
😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
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certaimromance · 20 hours ago
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𝜗𝜚 Spooky Call.
Spencer Reid x Hotchner!reader
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Summary: When your boyfriend gets a call from you, the last thing he expects to hear is that you're being held at a police station for decorating your house.
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TW: fem!reader. mention of haley's death, jack, crime, murder, blood (fake). reader was arrested (obviously). implication that the reader is wearing jeans and shirt (not very descriptive). reader is hotch's sister. established relationship. spencer being the standard. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: This was the last fic of my october special, but I had problems and never posted it, so I had to change the plot a bit and here it is.
♡ Enjoy! ♡
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You’ve always hated asking for help. It wasn’t just a matter of pride—it was the belief that you could, and should, handle everything yourself. Life, however, had a cruel way of reminding you that it didn’t always work like that. Everyone needs help sometimes. At least, that’s what people—well-meaning friends, family, even your boyfriend—kept telling you. We live in a society; there are people who love you; they’d want to help, they’d say. Blah, blah, blah. The sentiment was kind, sure, but it never stuck with you. Not really.
Today, though, maybe you should’ve listened.
All you wanted was to throw your nephew a belated Halloween party. It wasn’t like you were planning anything crazy. Just a few decorations, some music, and a bit of creativity—how hard could it be? Nothing about it seemed complicated or dangerous, not at first. You’d seen your brother overwhelmed trying to keep things normal for Jack, and you figured this was something you could handle on your own. Something small but meaningful.
Somehow, things got out of your control, and now you were sitting in your boyfriend's car in the police station parking lot trying to organize your thoughts to explain to him how you had ended up arrested in the first place.
“This has a perfectly reasonable and not at all criminal explanation. I swear.” You began to speak as you noticed by the watch on his wrist that three minutes of complete silence had already passed.
It had only been a year since you started dating officially, and there were still some things you were afraid Spencer would see, especially the things that got you in trouble for doing stupid things. You'd liked him for a long time, even before he realized you could be more than just his friend and his boss's sister. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin everything and make him run away in terror, even though that didn't sound very much like him or his values.
“This better be a good explanation,” Reid finally said, his voice calm but tinged with confusion. He placed the car keys down in the cupholder and turned to look at you fully. “Because right now, I’m struggling to understand how decorating your house could get you arrested.”
You squirmed in your seat, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter. “It’s…complicated,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
Please don't think I'm weird. Please don't think I'm weird. Please don't think I'm weird. That was the only thing that kept repeating in your mind.
“I’m sure it is,” he finally said, his tone dry but still patient, his gaze never wavering.
You exhaled sharply, dragging your hands down your face. “Okay. So, I started with simple decorations—some cobwebs, pumpkins, and all the usual stuff. But it just…it wasn’t enough. I wanted to do something big. Something really cool.”
He raised an eyebrow, silently urging you to continue.
“So, I got this idea,” you said, hesitating. You could already feel the heat rising in your face. “I took a garbage bag, stuffed it with paper to make it look like a body, and then—” You paused, your voice dropping slightly. “Then I added some fake blood. A lot of fake blood.”
His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying to hold back a laugh. “You didn’t.”
“I did,” you admitted, wincing. “But it looked amazing! For like…five minutes.” You gestured vaguely toward the dashboard, trying to find the words to defend yourself. “I might have spilled some of the fake blood on the lawn. And…it might’ve looked a little too real.”
Too real, extra real.
“A little?” Spencer asked, incredulous. “You mean realistic enough to make the neighbors call the cops?”
You winced, expecting him to think you were ridiculous—or worse, stupid. But then, to your surprise, his lips quirked into a soft laugh.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest when you saw the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
Yeah, maybe you didn't want him to think you were weird, but you didn't like being laughed at either.
“I’m not laughing,” he said, though the hint of amusement in his voice betrayed him.
“You are absolutely laughing,” you huffed, your pout deepening. “It’s not funny, Spencer.”
He took a deep breath, finally managing to suppress his laughter—mostly. His hand reached out to tilt your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. The warmth in his hazel eyes softened the sting of your embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, though his lips still twitched with the ghost of a smile. “I really am, angel. But you have to admit, you went a little overboard with the ‘terrifying’ concept.”
And there it was, the kind of sweetness that had made you fall for him so hard. The kind you'd expect to receive without question after spending at least half an hour locked in a filthy cell.
You sighed, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. “Okay, maybe. But in my head, it wasn’t that bad,” you said weakly. “It just…went a little wrong.”
“A little?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising again. “You got arrested. You scared half the neighborhood into thinking they’d stumbled onto a crime scene.”
“At least it wasn’t illegal!” You shot back, crossing your arms defensively. “I didn’t actually hurt anyone. I just made a mess. With fake blood.”
Spencer’s gaze dropped to your hands, where smears of red clung stubbornly to your skin. His eyes flicked to your clothes—your jeans, your shirt, both stained with dried streaks of crimson. A slow grin spread across his face.
“It wasn’t illegal, but now you look like you walked off the set of a slasher movie,” he said, his voice filled with teasing affection. “Here—and here.” He gestured to a streak of red on your shoulder, then another on your cheek.
You were about to protest when he suddenly leaned in. His face was so close now, his breath warm against your skin. Before you could say another word, his lips brushed softly against yours—a brief, gentle kiss that caught you off guard. You froze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat. Then, as if it had all been a slow, perfect dance, you melted into him. His lips were warm and tender, the kiss slow and sweet, like a quiet promise that everything, even in the chaos of your night, was going to be okay.
When he pulled back, your breath caught, your chest fluttering in that way only he could make you feel. His grin was wide, playful, but there was something else in his eyes—a depth, a tenderness that made your heart thud. You blinked up at him, still dazed from the warmth of his kiss.
“For the record,” he murmured, his voice soft, his lips still dangerously close to yours, “I never thought you were a criminal. Just a little…overly enthusiastic.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, a genuine, warm sound bubbling out of you. “Overly enthusiastic,” you echoed, shaking your head. “That’s one way to put it.”
“And messy,” he added, his eyes twinkling as they lingered on the fake blood smeared across your face.
“Don’t push your luck, Dr. Reid,” you warned, though the smile on your face betrayed you.
Spencer chuckled softly, the sound melting into the quiet of the car. He leaned in then, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle, lingering kiss that felt like a promise—quiet, tender, and full of unspoken reassurance. The warmth of his touch seeped into you, and you closed your eyes for a brief moment, savoring the comfort of his presence.
As he pulled back, he studied you with that signature look—the one that always made you feel like he could see straight into your soul. His brow furrowed slightly, and you recognized that expression well: the one he wore when he was about to ask something important, when he wanted to understand you better. It was a look that never failed to make your heart flutter, even if it made you feel vulnerable.
“Okay,” he said slowly, his tone gentler now. “I get wanting to make the decorations amazing, but why was it so important? Why go all out to the point of, well…” He gestured vaguely toward you, his lips twitching again. “Fake crime scene levels of effort?”
You hesitated, his question hitting you like a wave. You knew the answer, but speaking it aloud felt heavier than you had anticipated. It was as though the words themselves had a weight you hadn’t been prepared to carry. You lowered your gaze, absently picking at the hem of your shirt as you fought to find the right words, your mind tangled in emotions that were hard to articulate.
Reid didn’t push, though. His silence was patient, waiting for you to open up at your own pace. It was one of the things you adored about him—the way he didn’t rush, didn’t demand. He just let you be, trusting you would share when you were ready.
Finally, you exhaled a shaky breath and met his eyes, the vulnerability in your voice clear as you spoke. “It’s not just about the decorations,” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about Jack.”
His expression shifted immediately, his eyes softening with understanding but remaining focused as you continued.
“I just…” You swallowed, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “I want to be the perfect aunt for him, you know? Someone who makes things better, even if just for a little while. He’s been through so much—losing Hayley, seeing my brother juggle everything just to make sure Jack’s okay…” Your voice wavered, and you clenched your hands to steady yourself. “He’s only a kid. He deserves to feel happy and safe and…loved.”
Maybe that last word was too personal, and maybe your boyfriend noticed.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a silent offer of comfort. You took his hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you enough to keep going.
“I know I can’t replace his mom, and I’d never try to,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I thought maybe, just maybe, if I did this party right—if I made it something really special—it could be a distraction. Something fun. Something he could look back on and smile about instead of just…” You trailed off, biting your lip as the words lodged in your throat.
He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm. “Instead of just remembering what he’s lost,” he finished for you, his voice soft and understanding.
You nodded, blinking back the sting of tears. “Yeah.”
The car was quiet for a moment, the weight of your confession settling between you. Then Spencer shifted closer, his free hand reaching up to brush a stray tear from your cheek. The tenderness in his touch made your chest ache in a way that was both painful and comforting.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” he said gently, his voice steady and sure. “You’re already doing more for him than you realize. Just by being there, by loving him the way you do…that’s what matters. Not decorations or parties or anything else.”
His words hit you squarely in the heart, and you let out a shaky laugh, the tension in your chest loosening just a fraction. “I just wanted it to be perfect,” you admitted, leaning into his touch. “I didn’t want to mess it up and end up in a cell.”
Reid smiled softly, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw as he held your gaze. “You didn’t mess it up,” he said firmly. “Okay, maybe the decorations were a little unconventional,” he added with a playful glint in his eye. “But your heart was in the right place. And Jack knows that. He loves you and thinks you’re wonderful, just like I do.”
You felt your breath catch at his words, the warmth in his eyes making your cheeks flush despite everything. “You’ve really become good at this, you know,” you said quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “The whole comforting and making me blushing thing.”
He let out a soft chuckle, giving your cheek a gentle tap with his thumb before pulling back slightly. “I might have read eleven books to brush up on a few things and be better,” he said, his tone light but not dismissive.
You chuckled, the sound lifting the tension that had been pulling at your chest. “Eleven books? You really went all in on this, huh?”
His arm slipped around your shoulders, drawing you closer, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you grounding and reassuring. “When it’s you,” he said softly, “I’d go even further than that.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of the world ease off your shoulders. A quiet thought lingered in your mind, one you hadn’t been able to put into words until now. “But…sometimes, don’t you think I’m weird?” you asked, the vulnerability creeping in despite yourself.
Please say no.
“Weird? No,” he murmured, his breath warm against your hair. “I think you’re perfect.” He paused for a moment, then added with a soft laugh, “And every day, I’m grateful you don’t think I’m weird either.”
You smiled, the knot in your chest loosening, the weight of uncertainty fading as his words settled in. “Guess we both can be a little weird then,” you said, the truth of it comforting you more than you expected.
He chuckled, the sound easy and light, as he pulled you a little closer, holding you in a way that spoke of quiet promises. “It’s perfect for me.”
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zombgube-g1rl · 2 days ago
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i wanna be a vial of dilaudid so he can be addicted to me 
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thinkingofausername · 1 day ago
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he invented the puppy dog eyes
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emilys-house · 1 day ago
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Pinterest is really feeding my delusions 😂
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milla984 · 2 days ago
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Criminal Minds screencaps S07E16 A Family Affair
@matthew-gray-gubler-lover @cynbx @reidsbookclub @kissesforspence @spookyspemilyreid
»»»— read pinned post for taglist info —«««
»— Masterlists links in bio —«
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reidgif · 22 hours ago
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daryls-crossbow16 · 9 hours ago
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He's literally the 😄 emoji
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mgg: 😄
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tjwritesfanfics · 3 days ago
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Every Universe NSFW Masterlist 🌌❤️‍🔥
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A collection of burbs where you fuck MGG in every universe.
Note that all of these are smut.
Will not be written in order. Written as inspiration comes.
Ones that are left blank plz feel free to suggest stuff!
Main Masterlist | Every Universe SFW Version
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Universe One: Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid) 👓 Primal Kink
Title: Ranger
Summary: Spencer didn't think much when insisting you could listen to your audio book.
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Universe Two: 68 Kill (Chip Taylor) 💰 Free Use and Objectification
Title: Mine to use
Summary: After being a toy for everyone, Chip wanted a toy of his own.
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Universe Three: Trash Fire (Caleb) ⛪ Sub!Male and Corruption Kink
Title: Oh Goddess
Summary: There was only one thing that tempted Caleb away from his faith and that was you.
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Universe Four: Zoe (Micheal) 💊 First Time (kind of vanilla, but very sweet)
Title: For the (actual) first time
Summary: You and Micheal have sex for the first time without the effects of Benysol.
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Universe Five: RV (Joe Joe) 🚙 Suggest a kink
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Six: Beginner's Luck (Franklin) ��� Sex buddies meets jealousy
Title: BabyDoll
Summary: It wasn't easy to love Franklin, but you were tired of trying. He just didn't seem to be done with you.
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Universe Seven: Life after Beth (Kyle Orfman) 🧟 Taking Virginity and Praise Kink
Title: Prom Night
Summary: You couldn't stand Kyle Orfman, but for some reason you couldn't stand it when others picked on him more. You save your enemy from prom night and also make an interesting proposition.
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Universe Eight: Band of Robbers (Joe) 💪🏻 Suggest a kink
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Nine: King Knight (Thorton Adams) ✝️ Breeding Kink
Title: Let's start a cult family
Summary: Thorn was really wanted kids. Maybe more than you realized.
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Universe Ten: Excision (Mr. Claybaugh) 👨🏻‍🏫 Age Gap
Title: A+
Summary: You were willing to do anything to get an A in Mr. Claybaugh's class
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Universe Eleven: Magic Valley (Mok) ⛓️ Riding
Title: Let me help you
Summary: When Mok was having a hard time getting off, you, his best friend, decide to help him despite his (very weak) protests.
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Universe Twelve: 500 Days of Summer (Paul) ☀️ Suggest a kink
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Thirteen: Babyface (Wes) 🐈‍⬛ Brat Taming and Pet Play
Title: Merry Christmas to me
Summary: It's you first Christmas with your boyfriend, Wes. And his gift of a collar may be more for him than for you.
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Universe Fourteen: Hot Air (Lesley) 🎈 Suggest a kink
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Fifteen: Desire (James) 🔥 Obsession and Orgasm Controle
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Sixteen: Beautiful Girl (Ziggy) 📹
Exhibitionism and recording
Title: My girl my camera
Summary: Once Ziggy meets famed camgirl, he has to film her.
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Universe Seventeen: How to be a serial killer (Bart)🔪 Blood Play
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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Universe Eighteen: The life aquatic with Steve Zissou (Nico)🌊 Suggest a kink
Title: Suggest a title!
Summary: Suggest a concept!
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phoebeshayler · 2 days ago
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he’s so bf
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heyvs · 5 hours ago
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spencer dump🫶🏻
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mariechristine00 · 2 days ago
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He‘s such a little fluff ball…I want to squeeze him.
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my cutie patootie ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ⋆˙⟡ —
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daemonskitty · 23 hours ago
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I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗   
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ssaemilyhotchner · 4 hours ago
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"Thank you." "For what?" "For being you." "Aw, thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else." "Yeah. That's what I love about you." ⤷ holidays with the bau
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nick-the-dog · 8 hours ago
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put me in a room with him and one of us is coming out pregnant and IT WON’T BE ME
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abbygracerecs · 1 day ago
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Neighbor AU- @endearng
I hope we meet again - @blueeyedgirll
Single Dad AU - @luveline
Down the fire escape and into my heart - @justawhitebloodcell01
I wish I knew you wanted me - @irndad
Twenty questions - @viaisms
No more misunderstandings - @reidmarieprentiss
Fluffy - @gghostwriter
First Meeting - @0o-junebug-o0
Cherry Picking - @certaimromance
Secret Santa - @reidswhre
Like a cake - @ocinstar
Cinema 7 - @reidmania
Longing for you - @proseandpretrichor
Cuddle Buddies - @foxy-eva
I won't let you forget - @reiderwriter smut
Heavenly - @dudeitiskarev smut
Birthday Boy - @planetpedri
Cryptic - @pathologicalreid
Lovebird - @spencerreidenjoyer
Mattew Gray Gubler Fic Reccommendations
Unlucky in Love - @criminalmindzjunkie
Fluff alphabet - @cacoetheswriting
Things we know by heart - @juniorgman187
Going Live - @doublekrecs smut
Cockwarming - @doublekrecs smut
Teacher, Teacher - @differentkettleoffishalltogether smut
Fresh baked - @reidgraygubler
Daydreams turn to reality - @spencerreidscoffeecup smut
Porcelain - @imagining-in-the-margins
Funny thing fate - @imagining-in-the-margins
Studious shadow - @imagining-in-the-margins
Soulmate - @imagining-in-the-margins
Different Dialects - @imagining-in-the-margins
Perverse temptations - @subspencer smut
36 questions to fall in love - @boldlyvoid anything Em writes is amazing! also go buy something from them!
Mine - @boldlyvoid smut
10 days - @boldlyvoid
Professional hairdresser - @boldlyvoid smut
Journey to Camelot - @boldlyvoid smut
Dream a little dream - @criminalmindswriting
Rogue thoughts - @sometimesiwritebadly
Green was the color - @strawberryspence
Words of two souls - @reidandweep
Mutual - @anothermansjeans
Ask the girl out! - @babymetaldoll
I love you - @babymetaldoll
Online Secret Santa - @babymetaldoll
Birthday wishes - @babymetaldoll
The shoebox under the bed - @thatgirlstrawberry
Pregnant wife - @radiant-reid
Baby daddy - @shemarmooresfedora
Daddy’s little helper - @stairain smut
Bang My Line - @daddy-dotcom
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