Series Content Warnings: Age Gap between Adults (15yrs, 25/40), slowburn, loss of virginity, Professor/Grad Student, explicit sexual content (NSFW, 18+)
(Image not indicative of Reader’s appearance)
“I think he seriously believes
that deflowering an angel
could mean an eternity
in fiery hell.”
- Cynthia Hand
Fantasies were not a strange or new phenomenon to Spencer Reid. As a young boy, he had spent many early afternoons tracing the climbing vines of the cape honeysuckle. It was an imposter, he knew, not at all related to the true Lonicera americana.
But still, he would drag his finger along the protruding filaments, dreaming of what it might be like to pull the stem from its place. To bring the nectar to his lips and feel the way the sticky sweetness tries to force his mouth shut. To give into the temptation and gluttony and greed and ignore the resistance. To press soft petals against his tongue until there was nothing left.
Fantasies were not a strange or new phenomenon to Spencer Reid.
He just never imagined they would be about a student at his school.
summary: He wanted to play a game to see who would give in first and cum. If you win and he cums first, Eddie will finally watch Flashdance with you; if Eddie wins, you’d have to let him cheat off your Spanish homework for the rest of the semester. Based on the song ‘Keep it Warm’ by Black Sabbath, from the album that they’re supposed to be listening to in the story.
CW: MINORS DNI; orgasm delay/ cockwarming, creampie,super brief reference of drug use, PIV.
Time moves slowly within Eddie’s van.
It stretches on and on – dense and detached from reality.
Feels like a concert venue in a capsule.
There’s only one source of light coming from the roof of the van, but it’s so dim that it only grants a dusty thread of it. You worry the battery will die, but you don’t let yourself dwell on that for too long as you close your eyes and your torso languidly sways to the music. With your sight lacking, all your other senses come alive so vibrantly.
It’s hot as hell itself, humid with your shared perspiration, reeking of weed, beer and sweat, and Sabbath’s Born Again album blasting so loudly from the van’s speakers it could be deafening if you weren’t used to it by now.
The drums resonate in your heart and the bass tightens up the coiling in your lower belly, so moving isn’t even necessary to have you heaving, tensing and relaxing your muscles.
The driver’s seat is leaned back all the way so that Eddie is comfortably laid down but with easier access to the cassette player, with you perched naked on his lap, only covered by his leather jacket, as Eddie insisted that he didn’t want anyone to see you out here in the woods.
Only love can hurt like this [platonic ash! X reader]
Warnings: season 2 episode 8 spoiler. I'm sorry for what you are about to read
Mentions of fez x reader
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Ever since I was a child I knew- I knew death was the end of life and part of someone's life. I was lucky enough to never experience the sad feeling of grief. I hoped I never did. I knew you way before I knew fez. I remember being a small girl wanting to earn money for some candy when a beautiful blond lady I knew from the newborn offered me a babysitting job. I was suddenly faced with the cutest little baby. You were so easy to deal with. I would just watch cartoons and feed you. You cried only a bit but when I cuddled you you were fast asleep. I experienced love from you first hand. And then fez came along as a present from God. Even if I was young , the motherly feelings came swarming in. I was mad for a long time at your grandmother for felling ill. I saw how faz struggled and I wanted nothing more than help. And that's what I did. And then one summer you suddenly grew up. There was no need for babysitting but my heart felt empty. So I stayed. You went hard, cold in order to just deal with the business. But never to me. You stopped saying the lovely things you used to but I always knew you loved me. I remember when you first found out I started dating fez you were so mad. You didn't speak to me for day. You feared he had stolen me away. Of course he didn't. You were my child even if you weren't. I loved you first and there was nothing that could , that can stop me. That night you were so persistent for me to go to the play. You knew damn well how stresses collage had me. So thoughtful always. I remember you telling me I'm beautiful. And all I could do was hug you and kiss you on the head telling you for the hundredth time I cooked your favourite. You just sat and watched us get ready.
If I had knew it would be my last time I would have hold you a bit longer. I was there to protect you since I was a child and I failed as an adult. Isn't it ironic. O watched you lock yourself to that bathroom and I screamed at you to quite being like this. When they shot you o felt paralyzed. Not even the policemen were able to hold me from taking your little body in my hands. You looked me in the eyes and told me "I win". You smiled. And all I wanted to do was scream but my throat was dry. As my tears wetted your face I said. "You won a game you weren't supposed to play". I stayed there repeating I'm sorry I'm sorry. And I am. I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. It was an honor to take care of you to love you and to be loved by you. One night you called me mom and that was and is and will be the best night of my life. You're all I ever knew.You can finally rest bub. I will make this right.
Only love can hurt like this [platonic ash! X reader]
Warnings: season 2 episode 8 spoiler. I'm sorry for what you are about to read
Mentions of fez x reader
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Ever since I was a child I knew- I knew death was the end of life and part of someone's life. I was lucky enough to never experience the sad feeling of grief. I hoped I never did. I knew you way before I knew fez. I remember being a small girl wanting to earn money for some candy when a beautiful blond lady I knew from the newborn offered me a babysitting job. I was suddenly faced with the cutest little baby. You were so easy to deal with. I would just watch cartoons and feed you. You cried only a bit but when I cuddled you you were fast asleep. I experienced love from you first hand. And then fez came along as a present from God. Even if I was young , the motherly feelings came swarming in. I was mad for a long time at your grandmother for felling ill. I saw how faz struggled and I wanted nothing more than help. And that's what I did. And then one summer you suddenly grew up. There was no need for babysitting but my heart felt empty. So I stayed. You went hard, cold in order to just deal with the business. But never to me. You stopped saying the lovely things you used to but I always knew you loved me. I remember when you first found out I started dating fez you were so mad. You didn't speak to me for day. You feared he had stolen me away. Of course he didn't. You were my child even if you weren't. I loved you first and there was nothing that could , that can stop me. That night you were so persistent for me to go to the play. You knew damn well how stresses collage had me. So thoughtful always. I remember you telling me I'm beautiful. And all I could do was hug you and kiss you on the head telling you for the hundredth time I cooked your favourite. You just sat and watched us get ready.
If I had knew it would be my last time I would have hold you a bit longer. I was there to protect you since I was a child and I failed as an adult. Isn't it ironic. O watched you lock yourself to that bathroom and I screamed at you to quite being like this. When they shot you o felt paralyzed. Not even the policemen were able to hold me from taking your little body in my hands. You looked me in the eyes and told me "I win". You smiled. And all I wanted to do was scream but my throat was dry. As my tears wetted your face I said. "You won a game you weren't supposed to play". I stayed there repeating I'm sorry I'm sorry. And I am. I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. It was an honor to take care of you to love you and to be loved by you. One night you called me mom and that was and is and will be the best night of my life. You're all I ever knew.You can finally rest bub. I will make this right.
hey guys my mom is currently unemployed due to various back, foot, and ankle pay so she is not working which means no income. me and my little brother and sister have no light, water, heat or food at the house and the rent needs to be paid soon. i am desperately in need of help and don't know what else to do. please help by sharing / or donating to my gofundme
Summary: The history of Spencer and Y/n’s relationship as told by Paper rings by Taylor Swift
hiii i was wondering if you can do something like paper rings by taylor relateds
A/N: is this a little too bisexual of me? maybe, but I love Emily Prentiss
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff )
Content Warning: Recreation marijuana use (not explicitly by reader) | sexual references | mention of Spencer’s drug addiction | mention of Diana’s condition
Word Count: 8.1k I am so sorry
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When Y/n moved into her new apartment, she didn’t expect to meet her best friend. After watching the mysterious Emily Prentiss arrive and leave at odd hours, she definitely wanted to know what her story was. A mixed-up package gave her the perfect opportunity to introduce herself. Then she started feeding Emily’s cat when she was away, and they very quickly were having brunch on Sundays, getting wine drunk together, and trading secrets.
One of the very first things she learned about Emily was the reason for the periods of time she was away. Her super impressive FBI job.
A few months into their friendship, Emily mentioned she didn’t have someone to take to the party her colleague/friend, Spencer, was hosting. The members of the BAU were something Emily talked about a lot. From ‘charming, but not as good a flirt as me’ Derek Morgan to 'ray-of-sunshine’ Penelope Garcia to 'boss man’ Aaron Hotchner to 'badass’ Jennifer Jareau to 'the famous book guy, who’s actually quite cool’ David Rossi. And, of course, Spencer, the intelligent little brother she never had.
summary: an injury leads to Spencer walking down memory lane and getting to see you one last time.
warnings: a bit of angst, mentions of death, brief mentions of kidnapping, suicidal wording if that makes sense (there’s one line), mentions of grief and mourning, and watching loved ones die- this fic isn’t that bad I promise.
a/n: ahhh its been so so long since ive wrote and I’m so excited to share this with you guys :)) please feel free to give me feedback and let me know what you think xx
also the italics are flashbacks!!
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“Bout time you showed up,” you teased, your eyes landing on the mop of curls in front of you. He jumped slightly, making you chuckle as you watched him scramble to turn around at the sound of your voice. He took a minute to take in your features, the soft breeze blowing your hair perfectly out of your face, and your skin glowing with the same radiance he always remembered. Your body was adorned with one of your infamous sundresses, the cardigan you stole from Spencer hanging loosely off your shoulders and your ring happily placed on your left hand.
“Y/n?” he asked, wide hopeful eyes looking up at you, “what are you doing here?”
“Hi Spence,” you smiled.
“B-but you’re-”
“I know.”
“Does that mean?”
“No,” you quickly answered, shaking your head.
“Y/n I’m so sorry,” he frowned, tears filling his eyes quickly as he looked you over once more.
“For what Spence?”
“I should have saved you. I-i could have done more and-”
PAIR: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: When your flight is cancelled and you have to stay the night at the airport, a familiar face turns up to keep you company.
CATEGORY: fluff
CONTENT: exes to lovers (second chance trope), spencer’s kind of a little shit but in a good way, minor jealousy, forced proximity, brief mention of diana's condition, kissing, an ambiguous female best friend
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
NOTES: enjoy !! as always, let me know what u think :]
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“Flight 219 to Washington DC has been cancelled due to inclement weather. If you have any questions regarding your options for alternative travel or would like to book a later flight, please come see the check-in desk. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
A collective groan sounded throughout the terminal from would-be passengers scattered amongst the gate seating area. You sighed in annoyance, but were far from the level of anger that other passengers seemed to be. Dozens of them crowded the check-in desk and you felt a bit sympathetic for the poor staff member who had to deal with the mob.
The cancellation didn’t come as a surprise at all. In fact, you would have been more surprised if they hadn’t done it.
The snow outside drifted down in thick flurries and collected rapidly on the ground, packing together before any of them got the chance to melt. You looked out at the large window behind you and saw practically the entire runway blanketed in white.
Having resigned to the inevitability of this outcome a long while ago, you curled up in the very back of the waiting area with your carry-on bag and the novel you brought along for your trip to visit your best friend in Seattle. The delay on your way home was merely a slight inconvenience rather than a hassle. With a few more days off from work, you had some time to spare.
Deciding to wait until the crowd settled down, you turned back to your book. You got immersed into the words inked on pages until you heard your name called by a voice you hadn’t heard in years. It was a voice that transported you back to mornings spent in coffee shops and afternoons reading in the park, a voice that you only ever associated with pure love and affection. Evident by the swirling in your stomach and insistent thumping in your chest, those associations apparently never faded.
You willed yourself to lift your head and made eye contact with the man himself.
Spencer Reid.
—
“Oh my god– Hi?” you exclaimed, still in slight disbelief that he was standing in front of you.
“Hey, it’s so good to see you!”
Spencer put down his leather bag and pulled you into a hug as soon as you stood to greet him. Even in the split second you held one another, you could feel how much he changed over the years. He was broader, more filled out. Regardless, he somehow still felt like the same Spencer you knew back in college. He still radiated the same comfort he always had.
You sat back down, slipped your book back into your bag, and motioned for him to take the seat next to you.
“How are you? What are you doing in Seattle?” He smiled brilliantly. You got so caught up in taking in his beauty that you nearly forgot to reply.
“I was, um– visiting a friend who recently moved here. I’m on my way home actually, but my– my flight just got cancelled.” Get it together, you thought. “What about you?”
“The unit sends me out to speak and give seminars sometimes. You know, recruit– Wait– home? You live in DC?” He looked at you curiously.
You bit the inside of your lip and nodded, knowing what he was thinking. You internally freaked out over the follow-up question he was bound to ask, Why didn’t you find me?
“For how long?”
“About three years. I got relocated for work and… yeah.”
“Oh, okay,” Spencer’s face dropped for a split second and he continued, “That’s great, I’m happy for you!”
“Thanks,” you grinned, slightly relieved that you were out of the woods, at least for now. “And you? Still a G-man, huh?” you smirked.
Spencer shrugged sheepishly and nodded.
“Well, seeing as we’re both, uh– stuck here, do you wanna wait together? For the snow to clear up, I mean…” he stammered adorably.
“I’d love to,” you interrupted him with a reassuring look.
Spencer then left his stuff and went out in search of coffee for the two of you. He didn’t bother to ask how you liked yours and there was no doubt that he hadn’t forgotten. You, on the other hand, took this time alone as a chance to call your best friend. After four rings, she finally picked up.
“Hey!” she greeted you, “What’s going on? I heard a bunch of flights are cancelled, do you want me to come get you?”
“No no, don’t bother. I’m just gonna camp out here ‘til it clears up in the morning, but you’ll never believe who’s here with me.”
“Who?”
“Spencer Reid.”
She must have been drinking something because as soon as she heard his name, there was violent coughing on the other end of the line.
“Hello? Are you okay? God, don’t die on me now, please,” you begged her.
“Spencer Reid? As in, college sweetheart, the one that got away, Spencer Reid?”
“That’s the one.” You looked around to make sure that he was nowhere in sight. “What should I dooo?!”
“I don’t know, I mean… We were literally just talking about him the other day! Do you really think that’s a coincidence? He meant so much to you and I can tell that hasn’t changed. Don’t even try to argue with me, because I know you. The universe is clearly giving you a shot and I say you run with it. Something good could come out of this, you never know.”
“You’re right,” you sighed.
Even if Spencer wasn’t romantically available—that thought was already creating small cracks in your heart—being friends with him again would be nice, you supposed.
“I gotta go, he’s probably on his way back, but thank you for talking to me. I miss you already.”
“Of course, I hope everything goes well. Let me know when you’re getting home and update me on Spencer! Maybe you can join the mile high clu–”
Upon hearing where she was going, you quickly hung up and hoped that your flustered state wasn’t showing too much at the thought of doing that with him.
Spencer rounded the corner and caught your eye. With his big strides and the way his hips swung as he walked, you couldn’t resist checking him out even a tiny bit.
He handed over your coffee and you took a sip. It was nothing less than perfection, as expected.
“So, uh…” you started, “How’s life, I guess?”
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Seeing Spencer again not only meant catching up with an old flame, but it also meant revisiting an old version of yourself that had since faded. He made you feel elevated, hopeful, and light—the side of yourself you’d forgotten even existed. It was a bittersweet feeling that had you wondering what changed in the years after you two separated.
As the snow continued to fall outside, you sat facing each other to recount your history together and fill each other in on your new lives.
“She seemed really serious, it scared me!” Spencer shrieked, referring to the time he first met your best friend and she threatened him not to hurt you.
“She was half your size, Spence, that’s hardly intimidating,” you laughed so hard you had to clutch your aching stomach.
The two of you calmed down and caught your breath.
“You called me Spence,” he said softly.
“You’ll always be ‘Spence’ to me.”
You didn’t let yourself look at him, as if he would be able to read your mind if he looked you in the eyes. You didn’t want him to know about the goosebumps that appeared and the chill that ran down your spine at the sound of his voice.
Up until that point, most of the conversation had been about you and your loved ones. Your thoughts drifted to his mother and the nights you spent holding him close as he talked through his struggles with her condition.
“How, um– How’s your mom?” you asked tenderly with the hopes that you weren’t pushing it. Spencer smiled at you reassuringly.
“She’s good, she’s– she’s doing well. She’s had more good days than bad ones recently and the center she stays at takes good care of her.”
“That’s great to hear, I’m really happy for her… and you.”
The energy between you noticeably shifted with the discussion of a slightly more serious topic. Spencer looked down at his hands situated in his lap and parted his lips to speak, then closed them again. You silently waited and gave him a minute to say what he wanted to.
“Why did you…” He cleared his throat, “Why didn’t you tell me you moved to DC?”
The question was bound to come up at some point. An ache in your chest emerged at the subtle hurt that tinged his words.
When Spencer got recruited to work for the FBI, the breakup had been mutual—and it wasn’t the type where one of you only agreed out of support for the other, it was actually mutual. Both equally hurt.
You still had to finish your studies in California and he was set to move to DC, which brought your future together into question. Though the decision came with lots of back-and-forth and pain, you agreed it was best to part ways and focus on yourselves.
You turned your head and looked out at the sun setting over the runway. The clouds had cleared up in the sky a bit, making way for the orange and yellow hues of the sunset that contrasted with the pure white snow. Hours had clearly passed since you first began talking, though it felt nothing like it at all. It was always like that with Spencer. Being in his presence gave you a sense of comfort that made you forget about everything else. The rest of the world, the hustle and bustle of passers-by, they all disappeared outside of the bubble you two found yourselves in and time ceased to exist.
You tried to find the right words in response to his question, but drew a blank. The truth was the only option.
“I think I was scared,” you began, your voice faint, “We were broken up for so long already, but I don’t think I was fully over you yet.”
You glanced at Spencer for the first time since he asked his question. His eyebrows were creased together and eyes lowered in what looked like contemplation. You continued.
“At one point, I actually got ahold of your number,” you said sheepishly, “I could never bring myself to use it ‘cause I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid you’d found someone else… fallen in love. I wasn’t ready for that possibility yet.”
“Well, are you now?” he asked.
“Am I…?”
“Over me.”
Your heartbeat drummed in your ears, so loud that you were surprised he couldn’t hear it from where he sat only a couple of feet away from you. The answer was obvious to you, but admitting it to him meant opening up wounds that took much too long to heal just for them to bleed out once again if your intentions weren’t aligned.
Instead of taking the plunge, you diverted.
“Are you hungry? I could go for a snack.”
You stood and held a hand out for him. Spencer looked at you suspiciously, eyes narrowed, and you knew that he was undoubtedly onto you. He didn’t address your lack of an answer and placed his palm into yours. You helped him up from his chair and, after reluctantly letting go, the two of you set off to find a convenience store.
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You walked around aimlessly for a while. Your hands dangled mere inches apart, but didn’t dare to brush against one another. Slung on your opposite shoulders were each other’s bags. Spencer insisted on carrying your duffel since it was considerably heavier and didn’t give you an option to argue.
You finally found a convenience store and perused the aisles, collecting snacks that you wanted to buy as you went. When you reached the back of the store, you noticed they had a collection of books arranged neatly on the shelves for any travelers who forgot their own form of entertainment. You were scanning the romance category when Spencer walked up, rice krispies among the various items he held. Some things never change.
“You still like romance novels?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “It never gets old for me, all the… kissing in the rain, the love at first sight, the happy endings… All the things that don’t usually happen in real life.”
“What’s the one you’re reading about?” You looked at him confused, so he continued. “The one you were reading earlier?”
“Oh, that? It’s about a couple who… bumps into each other again… after they broke up.”
You felt heat rising to your cheeks at the realization that their story pretty much matched your own. Spencer smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“Do they get a happy ending?”
“That’s usually how it goes.”
“Are we going to have one?”
You snapped to look at him and he was still staring straight ahead at the bookcase, pretending to read a synopsis, but undoubtedly waiting for your reaction. You weren’t going to let him have the upper hand, not this time.
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged and walked past him to pay at the register, purposefully brushing against his back. You tried to look as nonchalant and unbothered as possible, but internally, you were losing your mind.
Spencer watched as you walked away. The brief contact you had and the smell of your perfume wafting by sent electricity to every corner of his body, like he had been hit by a tiny lightning bolt. He watched you interact with the cashier and shook his head fondly to himself.
I hope we do, he thought, and walked over to join you.
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Once you returned to the gate, the crowd at the check-in desk died down enough that you felt better about checking to see what your options were. Some travelers left the airport and others camped out in the waiting area, using bags as pillows and jackets for blankets.
The employee at the desk was more than helpful, which you suspected was related to her making doe eyes towards Spencer. Victoria, her name tag read. You doubted she could see you scowling from where you stood next to him. When she looked down to type on her computer, you gave him a look that essentially translated to: Can you believe her? He merely shrugged, but you realized he was enjoying your frustration by the small smile that played on his lips.
“Lucky for you, I have two open seats for a flight to DC that departs at 9AM tomorrow,” Victoria batted her eyelashes at Spencer, completely ignoring your presence. “Are you sure that’s all I can do for you?”
Spencer looked taken back at her attempt at being alluring and started stuttering over his words. You internally scoffed.
“I think we’ll just take our boarding passes now,” you cut him off. Victoria side-eyed you, but printed out your tickets. Once you acquired them, you left her with a much too overenthusiastic, “Thank you very much!” and stalked off.
You sat on the uncomfortable plastic seat and saw Spencer sauntering back slowly with an amused expression. Thankfully, he kept whatever remarks he had to himself as you took out your book and started reading, ignoring the warmth creeping up your neck at the thought of his question earlier at the store.
As the night progressed, your eyes began to droop. Your head bobbed with exhaustion to the point where you were fully asleep with your head hanging and your novel held lax in your hand.
Spencer peered over at you from where he read his own book and set it back down on top of his bag. He took yours from your hand and put it with his before he carefully guided your body downwards, so your head was situated on his lap. This way, he figured, your neck would be much less sore in the morning. He took his jacket and draped it over you securely.
Spencer brushed your hair out of your face and watched as your eyes moved beneath your closed lids. Whatever you were dreaming about, whether it be when you were awake or sleeping, he hoped it included him.
—
In the morning, an announcement sounded throughout the terminal that jolted you awake. You had no recollection of how you ended up lying in Spencer’s lap, but you looked up to see him still knocked out with his head tilted against his shoulder. That couldn’t be comfortable at all.
You sat up and situated yourself, checked your phone, before placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him awake. There was about an hour until you had to board for your flight home and he would, no doubt, want that time to wake up and prepare.
The flight across the country was a solid five hours straight of you trying not to think too much about Spencer’s leg pressed up against yours at the edge of your seats.
The bubble away from reality the two of you lived in for the past day came closer and closer to popping as you watched the tiny airplane on the screen in front of you approach Virginia. As you watched the clouds slowly drift by below the plane, you thought about Spencer and how easily it had been to become comfortable with him again, like no time had passed at all. With him napping on your shoulder and nothing but your thoughts to really occupy your mind, you faced the reality of the situation you had come to find yourself in.
Falling in love with Spencer again came as easy as it did the first time.
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After landing in DC, you and Spencer decided to split a taxi and have the driver make two stops instead of going your separate ways right then. It was as if you had made an unspoken agreement to make your bubble last as long as it possibly could before it floated all the way to the ground and burst.
The car stopped in front of your building and Spencer got out to help you with your bag, telling the driver to wait a moment. He set it on the sidewalk.
“So, I– uh– guess this is you?” he put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels.
“Yeah, it sure is… Apartment 4B, right where I left it,” you said awkwardly.
On the plane, you had planned this whole monologue about enjoying your reunion, wanting to see him again, maybe even asking him out, but everything you wanted to say suddenly got caught on your tongue and none of the words were making sense in your head. Just tell him, dammit! you internally pleaded with yourself.
“I guess I’ll see you later, then? You have my number right?” Spencer said, “Don’t be a stranger.”
Too late.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, hopefully.”
He pulled you into a hug and you relished the feeling of being in his arms, not knowing when you’d be able to experience it again. In a lapse of self-control, you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and squeezed him tighter, then promptly felt him squeeze back.
You watched as Spencer climbed back in the taxi and drove off into a little speck of yellow, much too small for your eyes to register as even being a car in the first place.
Somberly, you walked into your building and made it all the way to your apartment with a heavy weight settling in your gut. You collapsed on your couch, bag left next to the doorway, and stared into space for a good while.
Moments later, your sulking was interrupted by a knock on your door.
You opened it to see Spencer standing with a hand clutched to his chest, out of breath. His bag was haphazardly set on the ground and had fallen onto its side. When he raised a finger for you to wait a moment while he composed himself, you lifted a hand to stifle your laughter.
“We drove down a few blocks before I realized how stupid I would be to leave without telling you how I felt, so I stopped the cab and I ran. I know I could’ve waited—I know—but I’d be a fool to waste even more time after I’ve already gone so long without you.”
You remained silent and listened as his voice came out sounding pained, almost scared.
“Truth is—I love you. I didn’t know if we would ever get our chance again, but here we are. You’re here… And if you just want to be friends, I think… I think I could eventually be okay with that, but– but I don’t know how I could ever have you in my life without loving you. You said you were afraid of there being someone else—there could never be anyone else.”
You took a moment to process his words, which could have been taken directly from the speech you had come up with on the plane, while he looked at you nervously.
In lieu of an answer, you grasped his face with both your hands and pulled him in to connect your lips. His moved tenderly against yours in perfect synchrony with a warmth that you had dearly missed. Every ounce of you felt as if it was on fire, like your nerves couldn't handle finally getting the very thing you had craved for so long.
Spencer’s arms secured behind your back and pulled you closer into him than you ever could’ve thought was possible. You pulled away, but kept your forehead against his, the two of you smiling like idiots in love—because you were.
“Did you really think there was even a chance I wouldn’t feel the same way?” you whispered.
“I didn’t want to get my hopes up. It was pretty obvious, though, back there with the desk employee,” he joked. The sound of his slight laugh was heavenly.
“Oh, shut up.” And you kissed him again to do it yourself.
It was like all those moments you had read about in novels before. The confession, the earth-shattering kiss, the moment everything fell into place. The happy ending.
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i rushed through the ending a bit there, but i hope you enjoyed !! :D
A/n: Based on this request. Requests are still open
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Genre: angst
WC: 2k
CW: mentions of feeling nauseous
Penelope’s message for the team to meet at Quantico was common. It wasn’t as detailed as usual, but Spencer figured it had to be a developing case. Most developing cases were incidents of child abduction, so Spencer wasted no time on his journey to the BAU.
Usually, he’d call Y/n, see if she wanted to go in together. But this had to be urgent from the tone of Garcia’s message, so he concluded she would have also been rushing to get there, not having time to take his call.
Plus, he knew he’d see her at the round table.
“Where’s Y/n?” He immediately asked when he realized she wasn’t sitting in her normal seat. The seat directly to his right.
Everyone else was around the table. And he knew that her place was closer than his to the BAU, so it would only make sense for her to be there before him. He concluded she was at her apartment because of the last text message she’d sent him. Informing him of her adventurous evening plans to read the book he’d given her in her famous reading chair with a pint of ice cream.
So, as her best friend, he had the right to be worried. Not just worried, with every second that passed, he felt increasing intense waves of nausea.
Like Father, Like Son pt. 2 // Shangqi x female!reader
requested? yes!
WARNINGS: spoilers
summary: Wenwu wants to discuss an opportunity with you.
first part here
You should be scared. You should be scared shitless, to be honest. But you weren’t.
You looked up at the cold eyes that regarded you with disdain, but you didn’t flinch. You had seen those eyes before in another man, warmer and kinder and tinged with the laughter you loved so much. Facing this icy storm was nothing when you had the memory of softness tucked back in your brain.
“You must be wondering why I asked you to join me,” Wenwu spoke. His request for you to join him in his office alone had Shangqi practically boiling, but you simply touched his arm and shook your head. You could handle this.
Things were happening a little too quickly for your liking. One second you’re standing with your boyfriend and best friend in his sister’s office at her fighting ring and then next, you’re being grabbed by guys that were clad in all black and looked to be something out of a Henchmen Weekly edition. Being the brilliant genius and loyal idiot you are, you immediately moved to wrench your arm free and get to Katy’s side but then a very large, very heavy fist decided to meet your face.
And then you found yourself on the floor.
Voices erupted above you, mixed shouts of Mandarin and English and a lot of cursing from Katy’s end. You blinked past the blurriness that clouded your vision and reached up to press a hand to your burning face. Blood coated your fingers thanks to the split lip you seemed to be sporting and you winced as the pain started to set in.
Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she’s surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that’s sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.
hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift!
The Dora Milaje in Black Panther are based on the Dahomey Amazons, who were the only documented OFFICIAL, FRONTLINE, COMBAT-BASED all-female military unit to this day.
Black women keep winning 😌
(Source) (BTW!!! This is an archive of international black/African history that's expands daily! I highly recommend you take a peek 👀)
The Dora Milaje in Black Panther are based on the Dahomey Amazons, who were the only documented OFFICIAL, FRONTLINE, COMBAT-BASED all-female military unit to this day.
Black women keep winning 😌
(Source) (BTW!!! This is an archive of international black/African history that's expands daily! I highly recommend you take a peek 👀)
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