hi, i just read the paintball os and was wondering if you could do something similar but with the reader that works there. like welcome, referee, spencer notes some jokes or spencer notes her, I don't know, whatever you want. I work at a paintball field and I've wondered many times what would happen. of course genz Reader, thanks <3
apologies for getting to this so late! also, i don't know if this counts as 'gen z!reader'. i tried, but apologies if this isn't what you had in mind exactly!
spencer reid x gn!reader
warnings: age gap, reader gets called 'kid' multiple times by Derek and Emily, paintball stuff, inaccuracies, not beta-d, reader is in their second undergrad program
summary: a band of profilers walked into a paintball field.
"I think this is broken."
"No, it's not, let me see—fuck, yeah, I think it is broken."
"Can you find someone?"
You watch as the group fiddle with the weapons, one guy is trying to shoot a distant target unsuccessfully. This is why the package offer ten test bullets per person before they can play.
The guy, the bald, bulky man who look like the Dollar Tree version of the Rock, spots you and call you over.
"Is this thing broken?" He asks. "There is no reach whatsoever and the aim is way off—"
You raise an eyebrow at him. There are a million things you'd rather be doing right now, including working on that worksheet your professor handed out that was supposed to be due in three hours, than entertain a bunch of FBI guys slumming it in the paintball pit.
"Be so for real, dude," you say, deadpan. "It's fake. It's not a real gun."
The guy chuckles, "Trust me, kid, I handled weapons enough to know the difference."
"Okay," you chuckle in disbelief. You reach for another one of the rifles, getting into position. "The muzzle velocity is only 500 fps, so you just need to consider that to determine the most effective distance you can hit."
A new voice speaks up as you get yourself ready to shoot. "Taking into account the mass of each bullets, the maximum effective range is about—"
The bullet you fired hit its target, the red dot positioned in the 50 yards lane. You grin, satisfied. Still got it. "Fifty yards. Another day, another slay."
"Look at you, Derek," this time, a woman's voice teases. "Getting schooled by a kid on how to shoot a paintball gun."
Another voice pipes up, this time a blonde woman. "You must be losing your touch."
"Okay, in my defense, the only weapon I'm touching these days are diaper bombs," the guy, Derek, says with a chuckle.
You clear your throat, eager to let these people go back to their game and for you to go back to your worksheet. "Okay, well. I'll leave you guys to it. Please make sure that all the protective gears are worn properly. Liabilities, you understand. My coworker, Darnell, will be with you in a minute as a ref. If you have any questions, please don't, but if you really can't help it, I'll be at the front."
It's not five minutes later that one of the guys in the group comes up to the front desk, holding up his protective helmet.
You sigh as you look up from your laptop, getting ready to switch to your customer service mode. "Can I help you?"
"Um, I'd like to know when was the last time this is—uh, washed?" The guy asks. You recognize his voice as the one who tried to explain the relation between mass and velocity.
"We sanitize them before every session," you didn't use to, but after the pandemic, the owner likes to reiterate the importance of hygiene.
"Are you sure?" He is unconvinced, eyebrows pulled to match his frown. He's kind of cute, you decide, with golden curls framing his face and unnaturally pouty lips.
"Will it make you feel better if I spray it with disinfectant right now?"
"Yes," he answers. "Please."
You spray his helmet with the disinfectant you keep under the counter.
"Can you also do my vest?"
You snort, "How about you just take this and give it back when you're done?"
He smiles at you gratefully, before walking off to join his friends.
You manage to submit your worksheet on time, so you scroll through TikTok while sipping on a Capri Sun you stole from Darnell's stash. It's not long until the Disinfectant Guy comes back to your desk riddled in exploded paint pellets, holding one of his cheek.
"Hi," you greet, pulling out your airpods, noting his sheepish smile.
"Sorry to bother you again," he starts. "Do you have a first aid kit?"
"Oh, did your friend got you on your pretty face?" You grin, taking out a box from, yet again, under the counter.
"Something like that," he chuckles. "They also kicked me out for the second round because I broke down the arena into quadrants and mathematical equation and they think it's unfair—sorry. You don't need to know that."
"No, I get it," you smile, handing him an alcohol swab and a small mirror you brought from home. "That's why they don't let me ref or join in for a swing anymore. Sore losers."
You let him tend to his barely-there wound, fingers drumming on the sticky countertop. It's not until he finds your filled-out worksheet that he speaks up again.
"Is this yours?"
"Yep."
"Physics?"
"Engineering."
"Undergrad?"
You nod, "Second one."
"Physics is your first one?"
Your eyes lift towards him. "How did you know?"
"I'm a profiler," he explains. "We are, or some of us were, profilers from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI."
"Too bad all the hot ones are feds," you joke. To your surprise, his eyes widen, pink tinting his cheeks. For someone who appears so rough and cool, he gets shy easily. "Sorry."
He shakes his head with a small smile. "No, it's—it's okay. I'm just not used to that."
"What? Being called hot?" He nods. "Don't worry, Mr. FBI. You don't need rizz, just big brown eyes and unkempt curls."
He let out a laugh at that, hands running through his hair, self-conscious. "I don't know what that means, but you can—you can call me Spencer."
"Okay, Spencer," your grin turns Chesire, opening your phone and TikTok. "How much time do you have?"
i just want to say i absolutely love you angel series!!! i reread it all the time and i feel like i learn something/realize something new each time and it's amazing (also Angeleyes being their karaoke song😵💫😵💫 you changed lives with that one)
i was wondering if post 2013/angel and aaron getting together, whether you think they could joke about being in love with each other/their "lost time" or is it too much? like if either of them were like "btw you looked amazing on 8/16/95 and i need to tell you now" i feel like it would just make them ☹️ after, like almost wishing life could have given them those moments earlier... i think about this a lot but what would you say??
thank you so much for the high praises, darlin!! obviously, you can think and make up scenarios for them as you'd like, but here's an excerpt on my (ongoing) draft for the last (planned) installment of the Angel Universe!! (I also think they'd have Jack go through all the album pictures and they'd tell the story of every single one)
no tw, fluff
"So how did you guys fall in love with each other?" James asked.
You both prepared for this—for the casual conversations with strangers, neighbors, parents from Jack's new school. This fundraising barbeque was one of them. Still, you glanced over at Aaron, waiting for his lead.
"First time I fell in love with my angel was in high school," He said without missing a beat. He met your gaze for a fraction of a second, though his hand never leaving yours, intertwined under the picnic table.
Your hand squeezed his in surprise, he squeezed back in reassurance.
"We were constantly arguing back then," you protested.
"Fine line between love and hate, right?" James beamed, Aaron grinned in response. "What about you, angel?"
The nickname was teasing coming from him. You cleared your throat. "Uh, yeah. High school. He punched a guy to defend my honor."
Cameron, James's husband, coo-ed at the story. "Really? But you've only been married for a couple of years!"
"We lost touch and then reconnected," you explained. "I was assigned to his office and the rest is history."
Aaron laughed. "Can you imagine? I was ready to do business as usual and my first love walked in looking more radiant as I have ever seen!"
It was impossible not to pause, physically restraining yourself from kissing him and interrogating him at the same time. That was how he felt all those years ago?
The thought stayed with you, as you prepare for bed. Jack was already sound asleep in his bedroom upstairs, Aaron watched you from the bed.
"Something on your mind, honey?" He asked, curing his arm around your body as you laid your head on his chest. His lips found your forehead oh-so-gently.
"You have been in love with me for that long?"
You felt him smile against your hairline. "So have you."
"Gracie saw right through me the moment you stepped into our house," you told him. "But really? High school? Those cheer uniforms did it for you, huh?"
Aaron placed his hand on your jaw, tilting your head up so he could see you. "Cheer uniforms, ridiculously printed bandana, pantsuits, doesn't matter what you wear, you do it for me."
You grinned. "Such a charmer."
"Sometimes," He began, eyes downcast, thumb caressing your skin. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had kissed you earlier. My party, the airport before I left for Seattle, after every case—"
"Aaron—"
"I think about all the moments we missed."
"We were different people back then," you said. "You wouldn't have married Haley or have Jack—or you would have. We'll never know, but we'll always have right now. Emily will catch Peter Lewis, and then—and right now—we have all the time in the world."
You reached up and pressed your lips to his, slowly, savoring the seconds—the feel of his lips, the stubble on his jaw, the taste of him—and whispered, "I love you, Aaron Hotchner."
"I love you too," He replied without hesitation. "I'll do it all over again if it means having you in my arms."
Hey idk if this is rude or not, but do you still write for jimmy olsen and supergirl!reader? I miss them they're my favorite dynamic ever
Hi!!! U arent being rude at all! I'm so glad u liked them!! They're my babies for sure!!!
I'm sorry I've been MIA in general. Life is just crazy u know (im from SEA and if u read the news about this region we're all in survival mode rn) (i also just got accepted into my dream post grad program and preparation has been an administrative hell)!!
So my brain juices aren't as available for creative endeavors as before. I'll definitely write stuff and finish my drafts after the movie comes out!!!
aksing you as a reader to a fanfic author is it weird if i reblog all your fics and make a kind of "fic rec" masterpost on my blog with links to those fics. i probs won't do it anytime soon bcs i am busy but yk
my reasoning behind this is (1) reblogging = good because reblogging => exposure but also (2) if you ever delete your fics i can still read what i reblogged (girl somebody deleted everything in her masterpost and then i went and read it in someone else's blog) and in all honesty this is my biggest reason 😭😭😭
Also do you have an ao3?
Hi!!!
Honestly? It would be an honor!! I loooooove fic rec masterlists because I can also discover other authors from it.
Unfortunately, I don't have AO3 (yet)! I will set it up when I have a little bit of free time, but I have a massive fic that has like, 30 chapters and the thought of re uploading it is so daunting?? Lmao.
