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reidingdays · 3 years

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the first 3 minutes of zugzwang: an ESSAY nobody asked for and i mean an essay the english student really jumped out on this one lads

this scene is arguably the best acting i’ve seen matthew gray gubler ever do and it’s JUST HIM STANDING IN A PARK

so we start in a park, there’s soft music and to me it sounds academic and whimsical, optimistic like you’ve got all the world’s puzzles to explore and endless time to do it in. it’s something straight out of a beautiful mind. it’s autumn, warm colours abound and the cosy vibes continue as spencer’s in good spirits and a warm jacket

he looks happy!!! peaceful!! content!!! treasure that with me, will you

the music reaches a higher key as he dials maeve’s number and he’s making little chhhh chhh chuu noises, singing his own song under his breath in his own little world, the picture of ease, as he calls and immediately hangs up to let her know it’s only him, not her stalker. his movements are light and fluid and given his aversion to technology and germs he doesn’t falter once as he dials on this very public phone box

he sighs because he’s done this a thousand times over but it’s not a sad sigh. it seems kind of like acceptance, as if he’s made peace with the situation and he’s in it for the long haul. it's simply routine. he instinctively - subconsciously?? - reaches for his satchel like a safety blanket, like a reminding reassurance that this is working, she’s safe, and he looks EXCITED while awaiting her call back

he even walks a few steps away, shoves his hands in his pockets, turns away from the phone box, because he knows she’ll call back. there’s no anxiety there, no pressure to stare at the thing until it rings. he trusts her. as he looks around the park he continues the chhh chh chhhh noises, admiring the scene passively among nose scrunches because this is just another liminal space, another random phone box, on his journey to be with maeve

when the phone rings, boy damn near gives himself WHIPLASH look at that hair flip!!!! majestic!!! he couldn’t care LESS about the beautiful park he wants to talk to maeve!!

after he practically dives on top of the phone box, he answers with a jaunty lil “hellooOOOoOO!!” and just look at the mischief on that there face. his eyes are squinted because he’s ready to tease and debate obscure literary theories. there’s the hint of a smirk. he’s playful, ready and willing to hang on her every word, and then the happy whimsical walk in the park music CUTS OUT

CUTS RIGHT OUT

in literally 0.03 seconds his face goes from mischevious lil puppy!!!!!!! to oh shit this isn’t right this isn’t maeve. a collect call from adam worth means danger. his head snaps up, there’s tension in his neck how the hell and his eyebrows are pulled down, eyes wider and can’t focus on anything, BOTH hands clutching the phone and pressing it so close to his face as if doing that could help him concentrate

the operator tells him to pay 2 dollars to hear the call and he freezes then JERKS his body back from the abyss his mind is so clearly spiraling down, like he has to remind his limbs to work. he smacks his arm against the phone box but doesn’t even register it. my bet is he whacked his funny bone and we all know that hurts like the DICKENS and there's still zero reaction. his pain is irrelevant. his breathing is loud and ragged, offbeat and unnerving against the Dramatic Violins, he scrabbles through his satchel with absolutely no regard for it at all because it’s in the WAY, hair falls in his face, then he just RIPS the bag off his person like it’s rubbish

tips out its contents like a man possessed. we’re talking books on books on books. and spencer loves books.

it’s a desperate bid to find enough change to pay for the call. like this guy is a germaphobe. he’s on his KNEES in a public park on a well trodden footpath with a manky phone still glued to his ear, all his possessions are now covered in god knows what, his beloved satchel is cast aside like litter, he’s not even looking at where is hand is in germ city because he’s staring the phone box out in case, knowing his luck, it sets on fire

all his movements are frantic and jagged and, yes, spencer isn’t known for being a swan but he’s also not a jerky marionette. he staggers upright and shoves his change into the phone box, impatiently pushes his hair out of his face to no avail and he’s blinking like five times more than before

the intonation of “hello i’m still here” OH GOD it is spoken completely monotone which is beyond out of character, going to show just how!!! unnerved!!!! he is!!!! happy joyful jaunty hellooOOoOs are long forgotten. he doesn’t have time for emotion which again is SO UNSETTLING THIS IS SPENCER REID KING OF EMOTION. the next scene with hotch is when he allows emotion to seep back into his voice, but right now, alone and responsible, he has to block it out. each word is rushed together to get them out faster the SECOND the call connects and when it does, we hear zugzwang. he steadies himself with another breath and not to be as Dramatic as the violins but his eyes go hard?? because he knows the meaning of that word and infers bad things are about to happen because bad things just follow him around.

he looks up because how the hell can this be happening WE WERE SO CAREFUL. he almost definitely thought through every potential threat and every precaution made wasn’t enough. his entire face screams desperation, denial, guilt, what the fuck. it’s like he gives himself one split second of panic, pain, doubt and fear but then he shuts it out. you can see his brain kick back in when he asks “sorry can you please repeat that?” in order to engage with whoever this is because maybe that will help? because being polite and soft spoken is his strength AND ALWAYS WILL BE (i digress). but the reply is another zugzwang. farewell happy peaceful and content spencer you lasted literally 21 seconds

and then he pulls THIS face out of his arsenal and you just know spencer isn’t going to get a happy ending because he never does and what better way to destroy the character development of both spencer and maeve, the woman that was created simply to be murdered and SCENE

#criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid #THIS MAN CAN ACT #i know its literally his job but sometimes it surprises me #an essay

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icat8 · 7 years

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Boy on the Train

Request: I was wondering if you could write this story (Spider Man): a girl meets Peter Parker and instantly falls in love, she is also a new Avenger. So Spider Man and her are partners and Spider Man flirts with her (not knowing who she is). She ends up being kidnapped and Spider Man/Pete must save her. @rawrimanugget

A/N: Sorry this took so long! A lot of stuff came up this past week :P But thank you so much for requesting this! Anyone who wants to make a request, please do so! I had a lot of fun with this (also I totally went overboard lol)

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You were in the middle of reading your favorite book for the millionth time when the subway train screeched to a stop in front of you. Not wanting to lose you place (or any reading time for that matter), you continued to read the words on the page as you stepped into the train. Your mother probably would have yelled at you for being so distracted had she been there, so thankfully she wasn’t. Just as you were about to look up to find a seat, you felt the train lurch forward, and gravity did its dirty work. As you fell through the air, you prayed that you wouldn’t get hurt and more importantly that your book’s cover didn’t bend.

Fortunately, the expected impact never happened. Instead, a pair of strong hands squeezed your arms, keeping you in place.

Oh no, you couldn’t help but think. I just pissed off some creepy subway rider, and now he’s going to kill me for falling on him and skin me and throw the remains in a dumpster and…

“You okay?” your rescuer’s voice asked from above you, disrupting your thoughts of violence.

Strange, he doesn’t sound that mad…or menacing for that matter.

You slowly looked up to see a teenage boy about your age with a worried look on his face. You couldn’t help but get lost in his chocolate eyes.

“Uh, you okay?” he asked again, immediately bringing you out of your trance.

Your eyes widened and you let out a cough in embarrassment as you stood up straight.

“F-fine. I’m fine,” you stuttered a quick apology. “Thank you.”

He gave a soft smile that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and he said a quick, “No problem.”

He slowly started to turn around, about to find another place on the train.

No! I can’t just let him walk away! you desperately thought while looking around for a conversation starter.

“Your shirt!” you cried out.

He quickly looked down at his shirt, brushing it off, while asking, “What? Is there something on it?”

Good, he stayed.

“No, it’s just it’s for Midtown School of Science and Technology!”

“Yeah, that’s kinda where I go…”

“Really? I just started there!” you exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm.

“Oh, that’s cool. Name’s Peter by the way,” he replied, sticking his hand out.

You all too readily reached out to grab his perfect hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.

You started to feel the train slow to a stop, and a second later Peter waved and said, “Well, this is my stop. See you around I guess.”

And there goes the most perfect guy ever, you sullenly thought.

An hour later, you stepped out onto the top floor of the overly large and slightly intimidating Stark Tower. It was your first day working with the Avengers, and you had no idea what to expect. The second you had walked into the overwhelming tower you had immediately forgotten all about the boy you met on the train.

“Hello?” you called out to the virtually empty floor, but no one responded.

“Helloooooooo!” you tried again.

This time a voice over the intercoms yelled back, “Hey! We’re in the meeting room. Just head down the hall in front of you!”

Shrugging, you did as you were told until you came to the door of a large meeting room. You quickly made sure to pull your mask over your face—something you probably should have done before even entering the tower—and turned the knob.

When you stepped foot into the room, you were slightly underwhelmed. You were expecting to see the entire team, but instead all you saw was a large monitor with Tony Stark’s face on it and a guy sitting at the table with a blue and red costume on. Strangely, he was jumping up and down as if he couldn’t wait for whatever news Stark had.

It took you a second to realize that the hero wasn’t wearing a mask, and he didn’t seem to notice your arrival. You knew that secret identities were sacred and something that should be respected in the world of heroes, but you couldn’t help yourself. You looked closer at him and realized exactly who it was: the boy from the train!

“Glad you could finally join us, Clairvoyant,” the billionaire smirked from the screen, pulling you from your thoughts.

Peter jumped in his seat in shock, quickly pulling the mask over his face as if you totally hadn’t just seen him.

“Sorry,” you mumbled in response to Tony, quickly getting into a seat of your own. “I still don’t know how to use the subway to go anywhere. I never used them back in my old town.”

“Whatever. Let’s get to the important stuff,” your new boss shrugged. “As you can tell, the team is out on a mission right now, so we can’t be there. But there’s still some shady business going on in New York right now according to our sources. Possibly Hydra stuff, but we don’t know. We need to do recon on the meeting that’s going to take place soon, and that’s where the two of you come in.”

The boy across from you almost gave you a heart attack when he excitedly yelled, “I can do it, Mr. Stark. You can totally count on me! I’m always ready to do whatever’s necessary!”

“Yeah, Spider-Man, I know. You won’t let anyone forget you’re ready to help,” Tony chuckled. “But it’s going to be the two of you working together. Y/N, I assume you know about Spider-Man and his powers.”

You nodded in agreement.

“Good. So Spider-Man, this is Clairvoyant. She can read minds from a distance amongst other newly developing powers. Basically, she’s perfect for a stake-out. Now that you’re both up to speed, I’m going to send you the case file. Go over it and do as it says. And for God’s sake please don’t try to intervene.”

He looked pointedly at Spider-Man at this last sentence.

A second later, the file appeared on the screen, and you both took your time reading it, making sure to not miss a single detail. Once you were ready to head out, you made your way towards the door.

“Where you going?” your new partner called out.

“Out the door?” you answered. “How else are we going to get to the location?”

“Through the air,” he replied with an air of haughtiness, hands confidently placed on his hips.

You raised an eyebrow under your mask see and retorted, “I read minds, not fly.”

“Who said anything about flying?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you were pretty sure he was smirking.

What is he talking about? You wondered just before you felt yourself being hoisted up into his arms.

Without warning he jumped out a nearby window (much to your dismay).

You grasped onto him as tight as possible, eyes shut. You wanted to scream, but you were so terrified that you couldn’t let a sound out.

“Cool, huh?” Spider-Man chuckled. “Being in the air is just such a great feeling, and you can see literally everything. I do all my best crime-fighting from up here. It’s a lot easier to catch the bad guys when you have the upper field. Actually, I stopped about five muggings just last week like this.”

Through all of his ramblings, you could feel yourself easing up and enjoying the ride. In fact, you started to enjoy it a bit too much.

Dang, I did not realize that Peter had this much muscle on him when I first saw him on the subway! you thought. And man, his suit highlights some pretty great aspects…

After several minutes, you finally arrived just outside of the criminals’ meeting location. The plan was for the two of you to hide in a nearby warehouse where you were to listen in on their conversation while Spider-Man sent out a drone to give you video footage of the transaction.

“Ladies first,” Peter said as he held the door to the warehouse open, waving his arm ceremoniously in front of him.

You giggled at his exaggerated chivalry.

Once the two of you were set up, and you were just waiting for the suspects to appear, you took a seat on the floor by a window. Spider-Man eased himself down next to you, unsubtly placing his arm right around you.

“You know,” he said, “I really like your costume. It’s really easy on the eyes.”

“Um, excuse me?” you squeaked in response.

Is he hitting on me? you wondered as butterflies started to form in your stomach.

Peter coughed out a quick reply. “I mean, it’s just really nice. Like, nice color scheme and stuff.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you say.

“So, you mentioned that you weren’t from around here. Do you have a lot of family nearby? Lots of friends? Boyfriend maybe?”

You smirked at his last question.

Just as you were about to respond, a loud commotion started outside. It almost sounded like gunfire. Spider-Man bolted up and ran towards the door.

“Where are you going?” you yelled out.

“To go take care of the bad guys,” he called back.

“But Mr. Stark told us not to intervene!”

“I can’t just let these guys get away with this! I’m a hero, and it’s my job to stop guys like them! I’ll be safe, I promise!” he said before completely leaving the building.

Several seconds later, you had a weird feeling in your gut. Someone was behind you; you could feel their thoughts but not quite comprehend what they were thinking. Just as you turned around to confront your assailant, the world went black.

Pain. That was the first thing you felt. You couldn’t open your eyes or hear anything because of the searing throb in your head. More importantly, though, you could feel that your mask was not on your face.

It took you several minutes to completely come to and even then the world was slightly foggy around you.

“Glad to see you’re awake, sunshine,” a gruff voice said from above you.

You choked out a response. “Who are you?”

“One of the men you were spying on. You see, my business partner and I had a feeling we may have some heroes snooping around our little exchange, so we set up a distraction. We thought we’d catch ourselves a real Avenger, but instead we found you,” he explained.

“So why am I here? Why not just throw me out?” you questioned.

“I think you’re way more valuable to us than any of the others, especially since you have that pretty little mind-reading head of yours. A lot of groups would pay a nice sum for a girl with your powers.”

Another man—a lackey you assumed—walked into the room and informed your captor that there was important business to attend to.

When the two men left the room, you began to panic.

How do I get out of here? I can’t be sold off to some villain organization!

That’s when you realized something very important: Tony had been helping you train a new ability. In theory, you should have been able to enter someone else’s mind and leave thoughts for them, but you had very minimal success thus far.

No—I can’t sit here and do nothing. I have to at least try. But who could I contact anyway? The Avengers are way too far away…Peter! I can call Peter! I just hope he’s close enough!

You mustered all of your strength and energy, thinking of your partner. You pictured him in your mind, hoping that would help form the connection you needed.

Spider-Man, please hear me! Please! Just follow our connection. Please!

You repeated this mantra over and over again for what felt like hours. You almost had no energy left to give when you suddenly heard a commotion outside of your door.

Gunshots reverberated down the hallway along with cries of pain right after. In a matter of seconds, the entire building was dead silent.

The door to your room slammed open, the boy you had been praying for standing right in front of you.

“Thank god, Clairvoyant. I thought I’d never find you!” he cried as he threw himself to the ground next to your crumpled form. “I’m sorry. This was all my fault. I should have just stayed put like you told me and—Hold on—I recognize you…from the train! I didn’t know--“

You cut off his sentence, lifting his mask just enough to press your lips to his. At first he sat rigidly, almost as if he was startled, but he quickly gave into the kiss. It was the most amazing kiss you had ever had, and you didn’t need to be able to read minds to tell that Peter felt the same way.

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