#sorry bbg I got distracted 😭

[sleipliir]

I was so distracted I’m so sorry 😅💦

[007reid]

coffee caramels. spencer reid

this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭

pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid

prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff

word count: 2.7k

you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.

because it can't.

"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."

now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.

"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."

at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.

two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.

not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.

when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.

you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.

as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.

in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;

"you alright, son?"

"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.

you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.

"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.

"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"

"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.

"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.

even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.

"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."

you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"

"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"

you hummed. no you did not.

"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"

usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.

"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."

"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.

maybe you were a changed woman.

"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.

"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.

"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."

his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"

he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.

black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.

"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."

you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.

"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.

"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.

"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.

this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"

the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.

you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.

"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"

he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.

"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."

the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.

"okay," he said, and that was that.

"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."

"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.

"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.

"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.

"what was that?"

"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.

"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."

it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."

"i'm y/n y/l/n."

"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."

you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.

"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.

"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."

"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.

and if it's right, it's good enough for you.

spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.

"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.

"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."

"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"

spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."

you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.

[rotisseries]

so thats the end of 5a with him being a chimera pack leader. couple other things happened. he got malia to trust him the most. liam backed off after stiles and liam followed him to the creek where his sister died and saw him toss a white flower into it. Liam said he didnt smell just sad. he smelled grief (werewolves can smell chemosignals. they can read if you're sad/angry/happy etc.) liam was skeptical sure, but he didnt see anything wrong with theo (they have things wrong with them in common) anyway. after that interaction, stiles was alone. all the evidence he had was the fact his dad's signature was different from a parking ticket from years ago. theo gagged him with the "so my dads not my dad?..??" 😭😭 i mean he was right tho. his dad is not his dad. anyway. fun fact about theo. he can control his heart rate. the main way you can tell if someone is lying is by their heart beat. he controls that. hes a very good liar. even can cry on command. hes also so good at lying hes calm when he does it yk. like ... no sweat .. idk if the heart rate thing is related to tara though. i like 2 think so... oh and one more thing from s5a . he had this kid donovan try to kill stiles and during theo's manipulative little conversation he says "But it doesnt matter because...you got something else now. Power. Real power. strength,speed, heightened senses. so what do you do with power like that? i knoww what you're thinking. go after stilinski" (he has a grudge against stiles dad the sherriff because he got his dad paralyzed when they were partners n hes pissed about it.) "break his leggs cut off his ears... pull out his teeth. problem is though, sooner or later, physical pain it's...it's manageable. see... Real pain is emotional pain. that is the kind of pain that lasts." introducing the popular headcanon that theo raeken can seperate himself from pain!!!!!!! everyone cheered. hes been through so much in those 8 years he learned to deal with back breaking excruciating pain like nothing. goes numb. do not come at him with a scalpel.

theo's pack includes josh diaz, corey bryant, hayden romero, and tracy stewart. he killed tracy and josh. killed them for their power. he wanted tracy's kanima ablity (paralysing venom) and josh's electric ability. he can absorb and dish it out!! he's only had 1 love interest maybe 2 if u count that weird flirty scene with malia, and the other one was tracy and thats bc he kissed her to distract her while he took her power and killed her.

in 5B the whole thing was trying to figure out who La Bete was and how to stop them. Theo thought he could take the beast's power. he was pressured into killing josh and he killed tracy because he had

this interaction and he was pissed off and sad because he thought he was weak, and needed more power to prove he wasnt a failure . it's very obviously literally i can tell from watching my damn screen. and the person who manipulated him into killing josh reallt just wanted him to have fewer allies and corey and hayden left bc their partners were in the OTHER pack and . no one liked theo. scared of him sure. very sure. but he didnt have a moral system. no one was safe. in 5B he was just grasping at any straws for information, since he left the dread doctors, and everyone made him out to be something he wasnt. they had a valid readon to hate him. he thrned scotts entire pack against him and literallt killed him. and then stiles said shit like "i think you pushed her. and i think you liked it" to theo even though he KNEW theo in 4th grade and that doesnt sound like SHIT A 9yr old would DO unless they were FORCED. think bbg.... sorry anyway. he tried to take power from LA BETE the orginal beast/werwwolf but its genuinely so powerful that that just wasnt happening. he got knocked out. he woke up ans tried to fight scott and deucalion and the whole fucking pack idk. but then kira (who just got back from the skinwalkers) took her sword, and slammed it into the ground and it opened up, and she said "your sister says hello." and he started to fall in. and he looked really scared and his voice broke as he screamed for help and he even screamed for Scott because you would think. the person who saves everyone. would save you. but he didnt even move. and then he couldnt grip any longer and he fell. and the ground closed up. and it was silent.

[lover4st]

can you do one for vecna where reader and vecna slow dance then reader gets vecna’d 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i did my best 😭

this for you bbg @inaramisview

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You were just having a regular day on the job. It was going pretty bad actually. Worse than usual. People saying you got their order wrong and yelling at you for it, people just randomly insulting you while you are working, even your coworkers were doing it! You just went to work at this cafe for money so eventually you can go off to college.

But one thing came in and somewhat patched up your rough day. A young man, who you had never seen before, asked you on a date. 

He was trying to flatter you. And oh boy, did it work. You were falling into this man's arms within minutes of talking to him.

And I mean literally falling, like you tripped over yourself, and he caught you. He gave you a gentle laugh and pat on the head and then steadied you by looping your arm through his, walking around the cafe with him.

He had stayed to talk to you for at least 2 hours when you were on shift. Every time you had a customer to attend to, he would politely walk away and come over when you were free again.

When you were cleaning up, he would walk along with you. Helping you a little bit along the way. It was great. Amazing even, until your manager saw. Then it wasn't so great anymore.

He saw you with him and was watching for a few minutes. And he finally caught what was going on. Your manager did want you to be distracted, so he rudely removed it.

"Hey! Get back to work, you can get slutted out when you aren't on the job! And you, can't you see she is doing something?! You've had enough time here pal!" He started pushing the gentleman away and escorting him to the exit. And he wasn't even looking at the man who was pushing him out. He was looking at you, with a sad look on his face.

You mouthed, I'm so sorry, to the nice man. And he just gave you a simple nod and a sad smile.

Once he was out, your manager came over and gave you a harsh glare, already putting you back in your place. You didn't want to get fired; you didn't want to get yelled at either. You just want to get the hell out of here.

You continued working until your shift ended, which wasn't that late. Maybe 6, a little after since you got tasked with closing today.

Having finished locking up and cleaning, you went out. You didn't have a car, so you were just planning on walking home. You were ready to, until you saw a car in the parking lot.

There was only supposed to be one person here, and they didn't have a car, and that's you. They flashed their lights, and you immediately got scared. After today, all you need is to get home safely and have a bubble bath. And you might not be able to do either of those.

You went off in a dash. In your atmosphere, there was nowhere to run. There weren't any woods near here. Just open fields. So, you can't escape easily. But you were still running as fast as you fucking could. But that wasn't enough.

They caught up with you, and then you realized who your chaser was.

The nice dude at the cafe? What?

He rolled down his window and was trying to yell something out. He looked very concerned so you decided to slow your pace so you couldn't hear the wind rushing through your hair as you were running. But he was still unheard by you.

Your heart was racing for running so fast for so long. You collapsed on the ground. Full on fell over. And couldn't get back up. It didn't matter to you. You felt like you were dying. You still couldn't hear anything around you since your ears ringing was just added to the mix.

You didn't notice the man get out of the car and crouch next to you. In fact, you were so tired you didn't even register that he picked you up and put you in a seat. He was wiping your face with a cloth he had gotten from God knows where. 

“Are you alright darlin’?” This is the first somewhat clear thing you have heard, all the noises had all died down. Now it was just your somewhat heavy breathing.

“Fine, what are you doing? Why are you here?” Your breathing started picking up again and he tried to sooth you. He started running his fingers through your hair. 

“I didn’t want to leave without asking you out.” Wait, so he stayed behind the whole time to ask you, on a date?

“I don’t even know your name,” you didn’t know almost anything about him accept he was a flirt and tall and handsome and kind and-

“My name is Peter.” Ah, so basic. Yet fits him perfectly. Such a beautiful name for this fine specimen. He looks even better in this lighting. His eyes are shining, and the slowly departing sun is kindly reflecting off his blonde hair. 

“Cool.” What?! That was the first thing to come up in your head?! Oh no! Gotta say something else, you’ve got to. But how can you save yourself from that?

“Huh, thanks.” He gave you a little chuckle. Damn this man. Peter looked back up and stared directly in your eyes. “Are you alright though dear?” He did look concerned. You’ve already brushed off the thought that he might hurt you in any way.

“Yup, all goody.” You gave him a goofy smile. He brought a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look of your face. “Anyways, what you were saying? Why were you following me?” It was obvious you heard him the first time, you just wanted to hear him again to make sure he wouldn’t take it back.

“I want to take you on a date. I wanted to take you today, but I guess there’s really no more time.” The sun was barely in the sky anymore, it was just about to set. But how much you wanted this date, it was going to be unbearable to wait for another day for it to happen. It needs to happen now. While we are still here.

“We can set something up here. I’m a very easy woman to please,” such a true statement. Watching a movie with Vickie once every 2 weeks made you buzz. “We can just sit and watch the sunset. I don’t know what else we could do while we are here. But why not just play it out as it comes?”

He was staring you down with admiration. His mouth was slightly hanging, surprised. 

“You know what,” no I don’t, “let’s go for it.” You instantly blew up. Your face contorting into a ridiculous smile. Even more crazy than earlier. Finally, it was your moment.”

Peter picked you up and carried you out a little way away. So, no one would see you, except for 2 crazy people.

He set you down and put both hands on your waist. Your hands already immediately coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Maybe we should just start the night off by dancing?” 

It was unthinkable that someone was able to be this happy. You had just met this man, and he rocked your world.

“Of course.”

And that’s how it went.

Dancing without a care in the world. Nothing was stopping you in the moment. The sun was only just now setting. Which made this even more magical. It was such a peaceful silence. You closed your eyes for a bit. Just soaking in everything. Until you heard Peter clearing his throat. You opened your eyes back up and saw a different expression on his face.

“I have a question for you.” You gave him a quick, mhm, and a not so he can continue. “What made you trust me so much?”

That’s when everything stopped. You stopped moving. Your face had gone stone cold. His face had a methodical look to it. This is the moment you truly wanted to step back from the situation. 

“No.”

“No what dear? Are you upset?” Yes, who wouldn’t be? Anyone hates getting their hopes up for something that is too good to be true.

And then you felt something. Something that shouldn’t be happening.

You were being raised. Into the sky.

Then you felt a pain shoot through your left arm. And then your right leg. Eventually your right wrist.

What was going on?

Your jaw bopped and cracked.

You were bleeding out of your eye sockets and you couldn’t see anything.

You were in unbearable pain and suffering that you couldn’t do anything about.

And then everything stopped. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Peter then said the very last words you would ever hear,

“Dumb girl.”