Hey Red! I really enjoyed all of your writings especially because I am also a sucker for angst and hurt/comfort fic. Anyway, can I request fic about post-prison Spencer x reader (romantic) where the reader is the one who distanced herself from Spencer because after the first time Spencer released from prison, he doesn't want to touch anyone? Bet he'll be so heartbroken and thinking that she's over their relationship. Thank you! Sorry if it's too specific â€ïž
distance [ s.r ]
Spencer makes a show of physically distancing himself from his teammates after he returns from prison, and in trying to abide by that boundary you accidentally misread his intentions
WARNINGS: miscommunication, established relationship
pairing: post-prison!spencer x gn!reader
genre: ANGST, hurt/comfort, happy ending
wc: 1.6k
masterlist!!
a/n: gave this one a happy ending as an apology for transgression-
You waited for 84 days to see him again; And yet now heâs stood here in front of you you canât even bring yourself to speak to him.
Heâs thinner than you remember. His cheekbones show more prominently. He has stubble lining his chin. His hair is more unruly. His eyes donât shine anymore.
Spencer changed in those 84 days, and the second you caught his eyes a hairline fracture formed in your heart.
Gone was the Spencer who would light up at the most insignificant thing. Gone was the Spencer who would look at you with those sweet innocent eyes that would make you weak at the knees. Gone was the Spencer who would link his pinky finger in yours so that he could anchor himself to you no matter where you were.
Gone was the Spencer you knew.
Your Spencer didnât exist anymore.
You watched as he swerved a hug from Morgan as he entered the office, clasping both of his hands behind his back with an awkward smile as he walked through the bullpen towards you were standing in front of his desk, eerily resembling the 23 year old Spencer who avoided everyone like they had the plague.
âHey SpenceâŠâ Your voice is a lot more breathless than you thought itâd be, only amplified as you look into those gorgeous hazel eyes that youâd dreamed about being able to look into again for the past three months. â..How are you?â
Itâs a completely unnecessary question Spencer thinks, it makes it sound like youâre just his co-worker and not the love of his life.
âIâm alrightâŠâ His eyebrows twitch when you take a few steps away from his desk as he nears you, like you canât bear to be too close.
Then again, he probably looks like hell, so he canât entirely blame you.
But that doesnât mean it doesnât hurt.
âThatâs good,â You press your lips into a line, nodding softly with your eyes flickering everywhere except his face. Heâd been gone for 84 days, but you were treating him like youâd never met.
âIâm gonna go make some coffee-â You point lamely towards the kitchenette with your thumb, sliding past him to walk towards it as he watched you leave, eyes burning into the back of your head.
It was a weird feeling to say the least. You were ecstatic that he was home, that you could finally see his beautiful face again and know that he wasnât suffering in a prison cell. But you werenât sure how to express that. Whether you should express that.
You fumble with the coffee machine as you lose yourself in your thoughts. Everything about Spencerâs body language when he entered the office told you he wanted space, and you wanted to respect that.
You understood that heâd definitely been through a lot over the past few months and that he wanted time to collect himself before he let anybody else back in; But the way he looked at you when you moved away from him made you unsure. Did he want to be left alone? Did he actually want you to suffocate him with a hug like you were originally planning on doing?
You werenât sure. And that was the worst part, because depending on which option you chose you could unintentionally swerve things into being worse than they already were.
You chose the safe option. Let him come to you. Leave him be and allow him to choose what he wanted.
He didnât approach you for a few days, and you figured that meant your decision was correct, that he truly did just want some space to gain his bearings again and allow himself the downtime to focus on himself before anyone else.
You were wrong.
âWhy are you avoiding me?â Spencer caught you right as you left the office, stood in the middle of the hallway leading to the elevator with an exhausted expression on your face after working for almost 10 straight hours.
You do nothing more than blink in his direction at his question, exhaustion morphing into confusion once your eyes catch him expression.
You could see his own tiredness echoed through the bags forming under his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped at his sides, but you could also see a flicker of hurt floating around in his gaze, seemingly amplified under the white florescents as if to torture you.
âIâm- not avoiding you Spencer,â
âYes you are.â His tone is rigid, a stark difference from the soft and whispered tone youâd grown used to with him. It felt like having a bucket of ice water poured over your head, and as if to physically acknowledge that feeling, a shudder ran its way up your spine and into the base of your skull. âEvery time Iâm within ten feet of you, you make an excuse to leave.â
You canât really argue with him there. You had been keeping your distance. But only because you thought thatâs what Spencer wanted.
âDo you not love me anymore? Is that it? Am I too broken for you now?â
âWhat- No-â Your confusion turns into shock at his accusations, and you immediately shake your head in denial.
âThen why are you treating me like a stranger youâve never met?â His tone borders between angry and upset, and you can see the start of tears forming in his eyes as he stares at you like youâd just ripped up a first-edition copy of his favourite book.
âI waited for the day iâd finally be able to see you again and now youâre acting like I never existed in your mind at all.â You can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to stop it from cracking under his emotions.
âSpence-â
âHave you moved on? You found someone better for you right?â
âSpencer-â
âI hope he makes you happy-â
He barely has time to get out the last sentence as you give a sharp tug on his tie and pull his face down to yours, effectively silencing all of his insecurities with a kiss. Itâs soft but firm, and slightly salty. He mustâve started crying.
âI love you Spencer.â Your words hold no room for debate as your lips part from his, connection maintained through the way your foreheads press together.
âBut you- Why did you- I thoughtâŠâ His mind seems to run a thousand miles a minute as he stares at you, finally close enough to see the details of your face that nobody else had the privilege to know. âI thought you didnât love me anymoreâŠâ
âSpenceâŠâ You shake your head as it rests against his, a firm denial of his doubt in your complete and utter adoration of him.
âBut you kept moving away from me whenever iâd try to come over to you,â He speaks through stuttered breaths, his eyes squeezed shut to hopefully stop the tears that assault his cheeks, running hot down his skin and pooling underneath the curve of his chin.
âI just thought you wanted space baby,â Your thumbs move deftly over his cheeks, wiping away the streaks of tears and taking Spencerâs insecurity with them. âI saw you dodging everyoneâs advances and I didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â
âI donât want space from you,â When he opens his eyes again, theyâre big, round, and still glistening with the moisture of his tears. But most of all theyâre filled with nothing but pure affection for you. âI never want space from youâŠâ
You sure that if you keep eye contact with him for much longer that youâll start crying yourself, so you redirect his head to lie against your shoulder as you wrap your arms tight around his torso.
âI missed youâŠâ His voice is so quiet that if you werenât holding him in your arms you wouldnât have heard it.
âI missed you too Spence,â Your head rests against his, you hand rubbing soft lines up and down his spine over his shirt as he soaks in all the affection heâs missed over the last three months.
âCan I stay at yours tonight? Please?â His gaze is enough of a âpleaseâ in itself, but the way his voice drops to almost a whisper when he adds the plea onto the end of his question makes it impossible for you to deny him. Although itâs not like you were going to in the first place.
âOf course you can Spence,â You place a kiss to his left temple as you carefully break the hug, taking his hand in yours to lead him to the elevator. âLets go home,â
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#I'm already writing the ghost hunting fic
Ok thank god bc I was about to ask you more about this AU đ
The ghost fic is actually a different fic (it's more like Ghost Adventures, Ghost Files, etc.)!! But I'm feeling silly so I'll talk more about this au anyway đ«¶
âą Johnny was born into a family of vampire hunters. Not every family/group of hunters has a focus on one specific monster, but Johnnyâs does. It's a personal vendetta.
âą Bouncing off of the last one I think that Nitara would be a huge blow to everything that Johnny knew growing up about vampires. She's not nice per se, but she isn't the mindless and violent being that he had been taught to kill.
âą Kenshi wasn't born into hunting like Johnny, but he was always aware of it. A group of rogue hunters protected his family hundreds of years ago and their descendants continue to do so, but in exchange ask for money, weapons, housing, etc.
âą The Lin Kuei boys in this one are also hunters, and I like to think that Tomas was picked up after a monster killed his family. He was taken in after it was killed. The Lin Kuei are still the Lin Kuei, but they also hunt monsters
âą Johnny and Kenshi met, surprisingly, not on a hunt. By chance, they ended up in the same antique store in the middle of nowhere. They bonded over some old items, and Johnny happened to mention Sento, an ancient sword said to be able to slay any monster. Immediately Kenshi is interested because that's his family sword and "What the hell does this guy know about it?"
âą Continuing from the last one, they teamed up to fight some werewolf that had made its presence known. Either Johnny or Kenshi get injured (unused to hunting with a partner) and suddenly Johnny suggests that they start working together more often. Kenshi says no, but then Johnny says that he'd help him track down Sento. Kenshi agrees.
âą Johnny still goes by Cage in this AU, but it's less of a stage name and more for protection than anything. His mother was a badass vampire hunter and people knew her name, so it was all around easier to come up with a new one.
âą Kenshi is the most efficient at killing monsters, but will use the same weapon until it breaks if Johnny lets him. For this reason, Johnny has a whole arsenal to split between them.
âą Johnny is in charge of handling witnesses and gathering info/researching when he isn't fighting. Kenshi is in charge of finding places to sleep and contacting other hunters.
âą Mileena in this AU is a monster, but she was cursed to be one rather than born. She travels with Tanya, Baraka, and Syzoth. Ashrah comes and goes, but she hunts demons and has her own personal mission.
âą Sindel has a coven that she's the Supreme Witch of, and Kitana stays with her to learn magic.
âą After a hunt, there's always a debrief. It's like an unspoken rule between all hunters. No matter who you're with, or what your relationship is, you take care of your own. Johnny is the one to push for this the most when they're all together, and is typically the first one up and gathering medical supplies.
âą Kung Lao and Raiden are married, and have been training to be hunters since they were young. They focus on spirit extermination and demons, but Kung Lao has an affinity for shapeshifters. He likes the challenge. Raiden still has his amulet, and it was given to him by Liu Kang.
âą Liu Kang is the same in this universe. He's just also kind of the network control center and hunters come to him for advice or guidance. He only hunts if the threat is big enough, but he's more than happy to help.
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You were born in 2004?
Omg your the same age as my eldest nibbling and she's a couple months shy of being four years younger than me!
Sorry I just need to sit down and process this
yes! iâm 19!
sorry to have caused so much stress! i did not mean to cause a crisis đ
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⥠send this to blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose âĄ
LILOO ILY đ„čđ
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last two episodes like
Charlie made a deal with Alastor VINEBOOM Alastor verbally confirmed asexual in the show VINEBOOM Vaggie has wings VINEBOOM Alastor could see himself getting attached to all of them VINEBOOM Vox is hard for Alastor??? Vineboom??? Pentious kissed then died VINEBOOM Lucifer is here VINEBOOM Alastor is missing VINEBOOM Adam is dead VINEBOOM Vox is still abnormal about Alastor VINEBOOM Alastor is back and desperate to get out of his deal VINEBOOM PENTIOUS GOT REDEEMED AND LILITH IS IN HEAVEN VINEBOOM VINEBOOM VINEBOOM
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Iâm no artist but I did a sketch of Wars based off some headcanons I have for him đ«¶
Bonus scarf creature wars under the cut
hes so funky đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
i spent like hours on this so iâm gonna go melt into my floor now đ
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i am in love with your sollux i think
sollux love party :]
if youâre interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him..
big warning for the mega long read ahead aye
as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall
as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytimeâŠ. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.
his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - heâs there so u can point him out.
while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2ÂČchan haxxor ragequit gamebro.
his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who couldâve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.
the Bit in question:
his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). heâs âawareâ of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.
considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. heâs made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.
but since heâs just a sim⊠the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline youâd definitely keep that little fuck.
but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.
compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.
the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here đ§ââïž going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)
conceptually-speaking,
at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise
thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.
but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures
meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.
those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:
zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)
or
far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.
which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.
dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3
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Wait till you see Landoâ post to Daniel đ„č
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Now two individuals have fallen victim to the density of this man's chest alone, when will it end đ
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Okay but cold!Reader being hit on at a bar during a team outing and Spencer over hears her turning the person down only to be called a rude bitch maybe he doesnât realize he CAN be assertive when he defends her and even sheâs like ???? Whereâd that come from?
BACKUP [ONESHOT]
/ËbĂŠkËÊp/
some men are assholes who only care about their own gratification, and some men are spencer reid.
WARNINGS: fem!reader, alcohol, ânice guyâ character, misogyny, lots of swearing
spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff?? || 3.1k || series masterlist!!
a/n: genuinely hated the douchebag dude so much i had to take multiple breaks whilst writing this đ
main masterlist!!
The bar was bathed in a warm, golden glow courtesy of the overhead lighting, a faint aroma of aged oak mingled with the rich scent of brewing coffee creating an inviting atmosphere. The air hummed with the gentle murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and laughter.
Behind the polished mahogany bar, shelves adorned with an impressive array of spirits gleamed in the dim light, the bartenders weaving amongst each other with practised ease, expertly crafting cocktails and pouring drinks for the patrons seated along the bar stools. âWhat can I get for ya?â
âIâll get an espresso martini and a mint mocktail, thanks,â You lean your elbows against the top of the bar, leaning forward on them as the bartender gives you a nod, obviously satisfied with your taste in drinks.
You couldnât entirely agree with her. Espresso martinis were great, but you couldnât quite wrap your head around the fact that out of every flavour he couldâve possibly chosen, Spencer wanted a mint mocktail. You understood the no alcohol part, that fit Spencerâs personality to a T, but mint? Really?
You didnât have much time to question Spencerâs taste in drinks as somebody bumps into your side, and you shift over slightly to make room for them at the front of the bar. âOh, sorry didnât mean to bump you like that,â
The guy gives you a small smile as an apology, and you wave it off with a small shake of your head. âYouâre fine, donât worry about it,â
âOne espresso martini, and one mint mocktail,â The bartender returns with your two drinks in hand, setting them on the bar in front of you with a smile. âThatâll be 32 dollars, cash or card?â Curse Washington DC and their ridiculously extortionate drink prices.
âCash-â You grab your wallet out of your pocket to pull out the notes needed, only to be stopped by the stranger thatâd bumped into you pushing your hands gently into your lap.
âLet me cover it for you,â He holds his hand out towards the bartender, card poised between his index and middle finger.
âNo itâs fine-â Youâre mildly caught off guard by the strangerâs immediate willingness to pay for your drinks, shaking your head as you try to move his hand away from the bar. He doesnât listen.
âTake it as an apology for bumping into you,â
âReally itâs fine-â He cuts you off with a small âshushâ as he gestures for the bartender to take the card, which she does after a few seconds of prompting.
ââŠThank you,â Your thanks feels a little forced from your end, not exactly thrilled at his insistence even if it did just save you 32 dollars that could then be spent on more drinks later. You know it was supposed to be a nice gesture, but the way that he ignored your refusal and then continued to shush you afterwards left a sour taste in your mouth.
âAnything for a pretty lady,â He gives you a small wink as he leans against the bar, turning his attention back towards the bartender before she can leave. âTwo full pint craft beers, make it quick sweetheart,â
You and the bartender share a glance at his wording, a silent confirmation that you werenât the only one getting an off feeling from the guy, and she gives him a small nod and an awkward smile before retreating to make his drinks.
You take that as your sign to leave yourself, but you barely get the glasses off the wood of the bar before youâre stopped. âWhy donât you come back to my table hm? We can get to know each other a little better,â
You turn your head in his direction with your lips pressed into a line and an awkward inflection in your tone. âNo thanks,â
âAwe come on, whatâs a guy gotta do to get a few minutes alone with someone like you?â he taps his fingers against the table, an overconfident smile on his lips and a quirk in his tone. âYou donât have to play hard to get you know, itâs okay to give in sometimes,â
âIâm gonna pass,â You take a small sip of your martini in the hopes that itâll break up the awkwardness a bit, but you donât really have any luck in that department, considering the fact that this guy seemingly cannot take a hint.
âCome on, I paid for your drinks,â He gestures his hand towards the two glasses in front of you.
âI asked you not to pay for my drinks,â
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âReid, you turning your head every two minutes isnât going to make her come back any quicker,â Morgan shakes his head with a small smirk at Spencerâs demeanour, seemingly finding Spencerâs attitude hilarious under his lightly alcohol-induced haze.
âIt shouldnât be taking this long, the bar is pretty clear,â Spencerâs tone shows more concern than anything. He knew how some drunk people could act, and even though you werenât entirely drunk yourself he was a little worried that youâd end up in fist fight with someone if you were left alone for too long in such a confrontal environment. âIâm just worried she might get into an argument with someone,â
âQuite the opposite by the look of it,â JJ leans into Emilyâs side to point over at the bar where you were standing, speaking to somebody that none of them recognised.
âAye, Ice Queenâs got game huh?â Morgan took a swig from his bottle with a laugh as he followed JJâs finger towards you.
âAre we really surprised?â Emily clinks her bottle against Morgan like the two are celebrating the fact that youâve seemingly got âgameâ underneath your icy exterior. âSheâs a total dominatrix,â
Garcia seems to find Emilyâs statement particularly hilarious, actively hitting her hand against Morganâs bicep with an enthusiastic nod of her head. âOh 100%,â
Spencer doesnât share the same enthusiasm towards your presumed sex life, not just because it made him feel icky to talk about something like that behind your back but also because from his point of view you werenât having a good time.
You were stood straight up with your arms crossed over your chest in a behaviourally defensive manner, and although he couldnât see your facial expression with how you had your back to the group, the way you stretched your neck only further illustrated that you werenât enjoying whatever interaction you were having with the man opposite you, no matter how much he seemed to be.
Maybe it was the alcohol blinding the others to your behavioural tells. Maybe heâd just become accustomed to the smaller things when it came to reading you. Either way, you looked like you wanted out of the situation you were in.
He wondered why you hadnât just walked away yet. You were usually good at establishing your boundaries and putting your foot down when you needed to, so the fact that you were still entertaining a conversation that you clearly didnât want to be taking part in was more than a little odd to him.
Then a glass shattered on the floor between the two of you, and it was definitely time for somebody to break the conversation.
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âCome on donât be like that, you might have more fun than you realise,â He didnât even acknowledge the bartender carrying over the two beers as she set them down on the bar with a sympathetic look in your direction, absently holding out his card in her direction as he kept his gaze on you.
âI told you that Iâm not interested.â Your tone harbours more assertiveness this time. You werenât known for having the longest string of patience, and under the effects of the alcohol in your system that string was halting by the minute.
Youâre tired of being nice and hoping he will go away, you were going to end this conversation now.
âDonât get pissy with me now, Iâm being nice here,â
âYou need to leave before you see what âbeing pissyâ actually looks like.â
âAre you threatening me?â The guy looks like heâs about to blow a fuse at your response, seemingly dumbfounded at the way youâre standing up for yourself, which makes you feel inherently bad for any woman who has had to endure his self-entitlement in the past.
âIâm telling you to back off. I said no.â
You take Spencerâs drink from the bar top and turn to leave, but incessant as he is, the guy tries to catch your arm so you canât, causing the drink to spill everywhere and the cocktail glass to smash all over the floor.
âLook what youâve done now you stupid bitch,â If the sound of the glass smashing didnât garner an audience from the patrons nearby, the way he raised his voice definitely did.
You turn your gaze from your soaked shoes to him through furrowed eyebrows, opening your mouth to begin your retaliation. Someone else beats you to it.
âThatâs a horrible way to speak to somebody,â You knew that voice. Of course you did, he sits opposite you in the office every day rambling about star trek to anyone who so much as glances in his direction.
âExcuse me?â The guy turns his attention towards Spencer with just as much seething in his features.
âYou shouldnât speak to people like that,â
âReid.â You grit his name out through your teeth as warning for him to not get involved, but he doesnât listen to you.
âI can speak to whoever I want however I want, get lost you freak.â He takes a step towards Spencer, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt at looking more dominating.
âHave you ever heard of the Napoleon Complex?â Spencer looked down at the man with a raised eyebrow. âStudies have shown that men with shorter statures tend to be more aggressive and domineering in social situations to compensate for their lack of height,â
You raise your eyebrows in mild surprise at Spencerâs statement, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at the look on the guys face at the accusation.
âWhat the fuck did you just say to me?â He takes another step forward, almost chest to chest with Spencer by now, although not exactly on equal ground considering that Spencer was at least a head taller than him.
âCommon behaviours include loud, ostentatious, and aggressive attitudes, overly grandiose ambitions, and an attempt to be domineering when in the presence of other people, to assert your height advantage over those shorter than you and prove that your height disadvantage is irrelevant to those taller than you,â Spencer continues to state the details of the Napoleon Complex with no acknowledgement of the rising anger of the man in front of him, but you can see the beginnings of nerves in the way he wrings his fingers together behind his back.
Either way, Spencer was absolutely ripping this man to shreds in the most Spencer Reid way possible, and you found yourself not wanting to break this sudden streak of assertiveness heâd garnered, especially considering it had spawned under wanting to support you.
It was a surprising sight to be sure, but you wouldnât say it was unwelcome.
You were glad that Spencer had an assertive side to him, it meant that he was capable of looking after himself (or you in this case) without the need for external backup. It was also nice to see that he didnât lose the key aspects of himself in the process. He was still very much Spencer Reid, but he was using the aspect of himself that would usually be the subject of negative comments as the main form of his defence.
It was a perfectly Spencer move.
âYou wanna see aggression? Because I will show you goddamn aggression,â The guy huffed in his seething contempt for Spencerâs attitude, rolling up his sleeves.
âBar fighting is highly illegal, and you could receive a prison sentence of up to 3 years and 6 months for instigating one,â Spencer takes a small step backwards as an offer for the two to just drop the argument and move on, glass crackling underneath the soles of his converse.
âYou think I care?â The tension in the air was palpable as the man clenched his fists, his face contorted in anger whilst Spencer remained surprisingly calm, his stance firm yet non-threatening.
He didnât have time to actually start anything as the bartender from earlier returns, a bouncer stood to her left with a very unamused expression on his face.
"I think it's time for you to leave," She said in a no-nonsense tone.
The man's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected intervention. "You can't kick me out! I didn't do anything wrong!" he protested, his voice growing louder.
"You harassed another patron and broke a glass. That's reason enough," the bouncer retorted, his gaze unwavering as he uncrossed his arms. He wasnât like Spencer. He wasnât thin or unfit, he was built, arms barely able to rest properly at his sides from the muscle mass in his biceps.
Not to mention that he was even taller than Spencer was, and no amount of Napoleonâs Complex could convince someone that theyâd be able to physically take on somebody like that.
Realising he was outnumbered and outmatched, the man reluctantly turned and stormed out of the bar, muttering curses under his breath.
With the tension diffused, Spencer turned to you, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice soft.
âIâm fine Reid,â You nodded gratefully, âThank you,â
âOf course, Iâm glad youâre okay,â He half-awkwardly rubs his hand over his arm, all semblance of his previous confidence slowly dwindling until heâs back into the shyly-endearing nerd that youâre used to seeing him as.
âI would say sorry about the drink, but you had it coming choosing mint as the primary flavour,â You look down to the remnants of the glass on the floor and the drink that was soaking your shoes.
âMint has been shown to positively affect brain functioning,â Spencer holds his hand out to catch your elbow to stop you from stumbling as you walk over the shattered glass.
âDoesnât mean it tastes good,â You donât shrug off the small contact like you usually would, Spencer presumes itâs just the alcohol in your system dulling your awareness. Itâs definitely not because because having a soothing presence after an altercation like that was comforting. Definitely.
Spencer gives you a small smile once youâre out of the shatter-zone before turning to the bartender. "I'm sorry about the mess. Let me help clean it up,"
The bartender shook her head, a grateful expression on her face at the offer. "Donât worry about it, happens more often than youâd think,"
âYouâre sure?â
The bartender gives another simple nod as she retreats behind the bar, presumable to grab a dust pan to clean up the mess. âGive me a second and iâll make up another drink for you guys,â
âOh you donât have to-â
âDonât be silly,â The bartender waves him off with a small laugh. âItâll only take a minute,â
âThank you,â Spencer shoots the bartender a grateful smile before turning his attention back towards you. âYouâre sure youâre alright? You didnât cut yourself on the glass?â
âIâm fine Reid donât worry about it,â You check yourself over despite the confidence in your words just to make sure that you werenât actually hurt and just couldnât feel it.
âSo, Napoleon Complex huh?â You raise your eyebrow at him, suppressing a smile as you recall the way Spencer had hit the nail on the head assuming that the reason the dick from earlier was so aggressive was because of a height insecurity.
He gives you a small nod with that awkwardly endearing expression of his as his eyes also scan down by your ankles for any scratches you may have garnered from the glass. âItâs more common in men than you might think,â
âNapoleon was definitely a piece of shit thatâs for sure, a fucking short one at thatâ Spencer laughs shortly at the crudeness of your assessment, although still agrees with you anyhow.
âNapoleon wasnât actually as short as most people think he was, the translation of his official records misconstrued his height because french inches were actually longer than american inches andâŠâ You werenât going to remember any of what heâs telling you in the morning, but that didnât matter right now.
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you need to give us Kenshi making sweet love to Johnny and hugging and comforting and whispering sweet nothings to him while Johnny cries like you canât just put that idea in your fic and not elaborate please. seriously where is Li Mei because I need to report a crime
I also read your other Johnshi fics and I love every single one đ that one where Johnny lies on top of Kenshi while they watch a movie? UGH MY HEART. you write the best Johnshi dynamic UGH SO PERFECT
HELP HA HA OH NOO LI MEI DON'T ARREST ME YOU'RE SO SEXY
but in all seriousness, Kenshi comforting Johnny is very personal to me and i might just have to take a crack at it đđœ
thank u for the support !!
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Weird nhl questions? Count me in!
This has no logic, so please do these: thanks đ€
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đ omg again đ how many white boys do you guys want me to fight đ probably quinn hughes sorry quinn he is too tired to fight might be a different story if he has a nap tho
âïž goaltender interference is when a goalie plays matchmaker with their best friends and interferes in their love lives. the refs know and they punish accordingly
đȘœ sacrifice to the gods: kuzmenko (if i do it with love) and jhughes (if i do it to get rid of a player)
do hard crimes: evgeni malkin i feel like he'd know how to get out of it i trust him
save the world with: idk if any of them could save the world but i think boeser would be the best based solely on last year's hype video from the canucks where he was thor
hockey-ish ask games!
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LILO ??!! youâre so sweet for sending this in!! and omg you followed me ?? đđ youâre the amazing one!! đ„čđđ
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https://www.tumblr.com/negraarmadura/744964931151101952/slowly-intensely?source=share
Raider!Joel and sweet pea đ„”đ„”đ„”
gif for inspo only
Imagine falling asleep on top of him, hugging him with all your limbs, thighs spread, easy access. and you wake up with his cockhead nudging at your wet little hole. He pushes his length into you, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass, your chest fluttering at the stretch. You push back on him and he pushes further in. Your hips tilt to meet the gentle rock of his, and then he's all in. He moves you on him, spreading your cheeks with his firm grip on your ass. The push of his hips is powerful, but the pace is slow and intimate. His brow furrows, his eyes darken, and you've learned this look of his says, you're mine.
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for your considerationâŠ.making out with luke and him pulling on ur hair
Omgđ©
The way he'd kiss you like his life depends on it,pulling you close to him trying to feel all of you while you straddle himđ
He'd pull your hair quite hard to get you to moan so his tongue could enter your mouth,one of his hands roaming your body,his cold hand making you shiver but loving every second of it anyways.
Only pulling away when you paw at his chest,a string of saliva connecting your lips,you pant.
He does give you a break to catch your breath,he pulls on your hair once again to expose your neck to him,he bites it so everyone can see that you're his and his only.
He goes back to your mouth,smirking against it when you start to hump him,trying to ease the pain in your lower area.
He decides to let you,he's quite excited himself.
He pulls your hair (again) and grabs your butt,helping you move faster.
He can feel your arousal through your pants and his,he's proud of himself for being the only one to make you feel this way,to hear moans and whimpers of his name when he's not even in you.
You cum with a loud moan,and he follows by a grunt and a soft moan,you pull away from his lips,putting your head on his chest.
He kisses your forehead and cuddles you close.
And you both fall asleep in each other's arms.
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