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?"
omg you’re literally insane at writing like your Jimmy Olsen gogo juice fic had me BLUSHING
could you maybe write a friends with benefits to lovers with Jimmy x reader? Like one day when they’re just laying around he realizes “oh no i love her” and yeah lots of yearning
ok ok 🫡 I’ve been thinking about your super girl x jimmy, and feel free to ignore this request if your not feeling it-it’s no problem.
So reader like actually watched her planet and everything on die- so what if she has nightmares or ptsd symptoms about that, and jimmy happens to catch her or something.
It’s clear that she doesn’t trust/know how to express emotions to anyone or just be genuinely vulnerable, so I definitely think slipping up or breaking down in front of someone she has been very intimate with would be crazy.
like would she brush it off if Jimmy brings it up later?? Or maybe she would try to make him forget about though sex/trying to rebuild her image of herself in his eyes?
anyway I’m so sorry my grammar is so terrible in this, I just got off of work and am about to pass out ✌️.
Drink some water and stay safe🫶
Do not worry about grammar w me ever because I barely respect English as a language as it is!!!
But you know what??? I gotchu. I see the vision. I have half a mind to have supergirl!reader talk to Harley Quinn as a form of therapy. I gotchu
hi could you continue your jimmy Olsen x supergirl reader story?
If you wanted an idea I was thinking that jimmy would find out the reader is super girl but he kinda always knew deep down and he like goes on a rampage that he really does care about her and he doesn’t want her to get hurt and admits he likes her while she likes him back but doesn’t wanna get him hurt? Idk the rest is up to you I just had the random idea💗
Oof I definitely have a similar idea for when jimmy finds out, they confess, and when they actually accept that they're together
Idk if I'm ready to touch that though??? But I am drafting "when jimmy finds out about supergirl"!!! So I'll definitely incorporate the buzzy buzzy ideas u have sent me!!!
in the meantime, read the rest of the published one shots!!!
Can you do an NCIS with Gibbs <3 f!reader is a civilian, & she get kidnaps... but Gibbs gets so mad, that he needs to be on this case, or he'll find her himself, & fuck up the unsub who took her, & she ends up confessing her feelings for him, because the kidnapped her harmed her so much, that she lost a lot of blood, & she thought she was gonna die. (You don't have to, or you can change some aspects, i don't mind <3 // age gap if you're okay with it)
Anon, im so appreciative that you requested an NCIS x reader, but by God, I cannot see Gibbs in a romantic way like I cannot see Rossi and Gideon from Criminal Minds in a romantic way because they are my Fathers!!!
I started watching NCIS when i was like 9. That is my dad. My father.
I can write this with a dynamic similar to Gibbs x Abby. More platonic/familial, but equal amount of angst esp if u have daddy issues. Lmk how you'd feel about that!
okay so; intern! Reader being a grad student in psychology and a RA (totally not me but I’m still in my undergrad) and she’s just so stressed out by all the stupid shit her residents do 😭 and she tells Spencer and the team and maybe they’re baffled that their silly and laid back intern has so much responsibility? (Or something like that idk man I’m procrastinating writing an essay rn)
