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cookiescribble · 8 months

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Take Me Home

A/N: fun fact, I wrote this entire thing while i was sobering up after getting way too drunk at a friend's party. mod ghost can attest to this. - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer’s girlfriend comes home drunk after girls’ night, and he helps take care of her while politely turning down her advances. (based on 7x16)

CW: mentions of alcohol and sex

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Spencer was all too happy to take care of his godson. He didn’t even need a reason. So when JJ said they were having girls’ night, he really didn’t mind babysitting.

The girls came back late. Like, middle-of-the-night-into-early-morning late.

JJ unlocked the door and came into the house, trying to be as quiet as she could be so she didn’t wake anyone up. She thanked Spencer for babysitting.

“I really appreciate you watching my baby… and now you have to take care of your own baby” she snickered.

Spencer gave her a confused look until he saw his girlfriend stumbling in behind her. She gave him a big smile before tripping right into his arms. He stood her up as she continued giggling, trying to be quiet so she didn’t wake up the house.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She kept giggling and wrapped her arms around him, mostly to hold herself up, but also because she was happy to see him.

JJ patted Spencer on the shoulder. “She fell in the bathroom a couple hours ago. Good luck.”

He took a deep breath and gave JJ a little smile before escorting his girlfriend out the door and into his car. As he was buckling her in, she pulled on his collar a little and said, “you look extra nice tonight, is this a new outfit?”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat. “It’s the same outfit I was in when you left 8 hours ago.” He started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.

She fidgeted in the seat a little as she looked at him. “No, I don’t remember you looking this good when I left…” she reached her hand out to place it on his thigh, smiling mischievously at him.

He cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the road. “That’s the alcohol talking. Did you know studies have shown that people who have consumed a moderate amount of alcohol find the faces of members of the opposite sex 25% more attractive than their sober counterparts?” He glanced at her again for a moment before adding, “and you’ve definitely consumed more than a moderate amount of alcohol, so you’re basically looking through rose-tinted glasses right now.”

She smiled and shook her head. “It’s not the alcohol. You’re just hot.” She continued to stroke along his thigh before he reached down and placed her hand in her lap, giving it a little squeeze before he let it go.

“You guys were out awfully late tonight. You know we have to go out in the morning, right?” He asked as he pulled into the parking lot of their apartment. He got out of the car before opening the passenger door and helping his girlfriend out of her seat and towards the apartment.

She waved him off, saying “it’ll be fine, I’ll be up and ready in time.” She let him lead her towards their front door, smiling when she felt his hands around her waist.

When they were in the apartment and Spencer closed the door behind them, her hands were all over him. She stood on her tiptoes to give him sloppy kisses on the lips. He had to keep his hands on her so she wouldn’t fall over. “Baby…” she started, her hands moving under his shirt.

He took her hands and pulled them away, despite her pout of protest. “Sweetie, not tonight,” he said.

She pouted more. “Why not? I can’t be handsy with my boyfriend? We’ve been dating a long time, you know.”

“4 years, 3 months, 22 days” he responded instinctually. “But, you’re too drunk right now. We can’t do this when you’re this drunk.”

She crossed her arms. “I am NOT drunk.” She said definitively, as if that would convince him.

He smiled and shook his head, crossing his arms. “Okay. Let’s assume that’s true.” He took his hands off her waist so she could stand on her own, pointing at the end of the hall. “Walk to the end of the hall and back.”

She huffed a bit before stumbling down the hallway and back. “See, I’m fine!”

He stifled a laugh. “I would hardly call that walking.” She rolled her eyes at him while he continued talking. “Stand on one foot.”

She hesitated for a moment before lifting one of her legs up, immediately falling into him. When he gave her a smug look, she pointed at him and said, “Hey, in my defense, I can’t stand on one foot when I’m sober, either.”

He laughed and nodded. “Well, that’s true. I’ll give you that. You’re just clumsy.” He held her by the waist again. “Can you count backwards from 1,000?”

She furrowed her brows. “Are you serious right now? Would you really rather give me a sobriety test than have sex with me tonight?”

He kissed her on the forehead before guiding her towards their bedroom. “Yes. It was more for my own amusement than anything else.” He sat her down on the bed before looking through the drawers for her pajamas. “You can’t even stand on your own right now. What did you expect?”

She huffed before responding. “I expected a boyfriend who would be happy to see me.”

He shook his head at her theatrics before handing her pajamas over to her. “When did I say I wasn’t happy to see you? I’m always happy to see you.”

She crossed her arms, not moving. “You’re not acting like it. And you know you’re not a cop, right? I don’t think FBI agents usually give tests like that.”

He laughed. “I know. I was merely demonstrating your inebriation through a common field sobriety test.” He took the pajamas back from her and placed them on the bed. “I could never take advantage of you like that. I can help you with your nighttime routine, though.”

She made a face like she wanted to be mad at him, but she couldn’t be. “You know, most guys would love that they could get their drunk girlfriend into bed this easily.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know. I don’t need to, though. And you’re way too drunk to consent.” He stood her up and brought her clothes to the bathroom. “How would that be enjoyable, anyway? You can barely even think straight; I would just be worrying about you the whole time.” He put some toothpaste on her toothbrush and handed it to her. “And, with the numbing effects of alcohol, you wouldn’t enjoy it that much either; you’d barely be able to feel anything.”

She looked at him for a moment before taking the toothbrush and starting to brush her teeth. “I guess you’re right… you know, sometimes I hate when you’re right.”

He laughed, hugging her close to him while she finished brushing her teeth. “I know. But it’s okay, I’m still here, sweetheart.” He swayed her back and forth a bit, as if he was calming down a fussy baby.

She rinsed her mouth after she brushed her teeth, looking at their reflection in the mirror. She could see how tired she looked. “… Thank you. I’m happy you’re here.”

He kissed the top of her head and moved her so she could hop up onto the sink and he could help take her makeup off. He washed her face and smiled when she closed her eyes as he massaged the soap into her skin. “Comfortable?”

“Mmm…” she mumbled, the circular motion of his hands on her face starting to lull her to sleep.

He chuckled, gently patting her face dry with a towel when he was done. He helped her off the counter and started to help change her clothes.

When he took her shirt off, she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him. He just laughed and helped her into her pajamas. “Yes, you look great, but no, I’m not changing my mind.”

She sighed and pouted a bit more. “You’re no fun…” she said before yawning. Without even looking at him, she said, “wipe the smug look off of your face; I know I’m tired, that doesn’t mean I agree with your decision.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re not even looking at me.” But he was grinning, and they’ve been together long enough that she knew exactly what face he’d be making.

“I know you have that I-told-you-so look on your face. I don’t need to look at you to know that.” She turned to him, confirming what she already knew. “Let’s just go to bed.”

He nodded and held her as he guided her back to the bedroom. He lifted the covers so she could get under them before turning off the light and getting under the covers with her. He turned to her and kissed her cheek a few times.

He could tell she was still upset. He held her in his arms and let her rest her head on his chest. “I know you’re all moody from the alcohol, but I think you’ll thank me later.”

She grumbled and crossed her arms. “You think I’m moody? Is that why you’re being so mean to me?”

He gave her a confused look. “How am I being mean to you? Did I say something wrong?” He always struggled with social interaction, so he was worried something he said had come across the wrong way.

She huffed. “It feels like you don’t even like me tonight. All you’ve done is push me away. I was so happy to see you and I couldn’t wait to get home and be with you and you don’t even care.”

“Honey…” he started before pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her waist; he knew it was her favorite way to cuddle, so he figured it could help while she was being overdramatic. “I’m so happy to see you. The only reason I’ve been pushing you away is because I know the effects of alcohol on the human brain and how it impairs judgment. And I know we’ve been together a long time and you say it doesn’t matter, but it matters to me.”

She looked at him for a moment and sighed quietly, realizing how dramatic she was sounding. “I guess I’m using my emotional brain while you’re using your logical brain, so it made me feel like you didn’t care.”

He kissed her forehead and hugged her closer to him. “I do care. I love you.” He kissed her cheek to try to get the point across. “If it helps, you being all over me has made the decision a little… difficult.” He blushed lightly and shifted his position a little.

She giggled and nudged her nose into his. “It helps a little. I’m glad I had at least a little bit of an effect on you.” She yawned and buried her face into his chest. “That’s… all I needed to hear, I guess.”

He stroked her hair as he saw her close her eyes. “Get some sleep, sweetie. I already know you’re gonna be cranky when we go out tomorrow. You should at least get a little sleep.

She groaned, but she was too tired to argue with him. Besides, he was right. Like he always was.

…

She wasn’t the only one who was cranky the next day.

All the girls were so hungover, they could barely tolerate being there. And Spencer’s enthusiasm was only making it worse.

“Why are you yelling?”

“Make him stop…”

Derek laughed and asked, “What did you guys drink last night.”

“The green fairy…” Penelope answered, groaning.

Derek laughed again, pointing to Spencer and his girlfriend. “Well, you two must’ve had fun when you got home.”

She grumbled in response, making Derek laugh again. “No?”

“He made me take a sobriety test.” She rolled her eyes, but her sunglasses blocked her eyes from being seen.

Derek raised his eyebrows, looking at Spencer. “Seriously?” He looked back at her. “Did you pass?”

She scoffed, throwing her hands up a little. “No! I was wasted!”

Spencer laughed and hugged her from behind. “It’s true. It was pretty amusing, though.”

“Man, she must’ve been thrilled about that,” Derek answered sarcastically.

She sighed, leaning into Spencer a little. “At least he made me breakfast. He did that right.”

Spencer rested his head on her shoulder. “I did everything right. You just don’t want to admit it.” He grinned, sounding a little smug.

She looked at him pointedly, leaning up a little to speak quietly in his ear, so only he could hear her. “Hey, if you keep acting like that, we’re not doing anything tonight either.”

He laughed and responded softly. “You know you don’t mean that.”

She grumbled. “Okay, fine. But can you at least stop being so smug? It’s making me even crankier than I am from the hangover.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Okay, okay. Deal.”

Everyone chatted casually for a bit before shifting their focus on the race, eagerly awaiting the end of it.

#also yes i did indeed google drunk facts and included some of them here #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #fanfiction #mod angel

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disaster-daydreams · 8 months

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𝔗𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔶 𝔖𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔟𝔶

(Another repost of an *old* work, I apologize in advance. Titled "Waiting To See If He Kisses You First")

Thomas Shelby is quite a busy man, and generally always has something else to do after one task is done. You don't always get a moment alone with him, but when you do, it's quite amazing.

Due to his nature, pda isn't in Thomas Shelby's vocabulary, but he's not unwilling to partake in it. When you're both in private, and have a moment to yourselves, however, is a different story.

In the moments that you do both have together, his full attention is on you, and he lavishes you with it. He does pay attention to you, the small details do matter to him, when it comes to you. He doesn't hesitate to initiate affection, and he's used to you immediately following his lead.

So when you both have a day alone together, only dedicated to yourselves, you both immediately take the chance.

His arms are spread wide across the back of the couch, smoke escaping his lips after the long drag he took from his cigarette, which is now held in between his fingers.

You're placed on his lap, head once resting on his chest, but now your gaze follows the lines and curves of his face.

A smile slowly takes over your face as a plan forms itself in your mind, after looking at his lips for a considerable amount of seconds.

Your hand traces up his arm and lands on the back of his neck, garnering his gaze to be placed on you.

You pull him in closer to you, as if you were going to kiss him, but stop short a couple of inches before your lips actually touch.

One of his eyebrows rose, and he closed the gap between the both of you after a moment. The kiss was slow, but purposeful. He wanted to appreciate it, and you.

His hands meet on your lower back, and he pulls away from the kiss.

"If you're going to kiss me, then follow through. Don't get shy now."

Your face got hot, and the only thing you could think of to reply with was his name.

[Written by Angel]

#mod angel #daydreams original #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #cillian murphy

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chaotic-and-mentally-ill · 6 months

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I'm not the only one who saw it right?

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #jax #ragatha #memes #screenshots #mod angel

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emoji-spells · 2 years

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💞💏💍🌹✨♾️✨💐🤝👩‍❤️‍👨💞

↪ Emoji spell: “I will have commitment in my relationships and friendships.”

Like to ‘charge,’ reblog to ‘cast!’

#emoji spell #technocraft #love spell #friendship spell #there's a lot of. hearts. n stuff but platonic intent is still included!!#mod angel #requested

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feathers-fur · 7 days

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therian/otherkin poll

#therian #kin #alterhuman #nonhuman #otherkin #mod angel #apollo's been using it a lot lately and they claimed it was a therian thing #I did not believe them

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hellaversehaven · 2 months

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Welcome to the Hellaverse Haven, a multi-modded fandom blog! We're Mod Velvette, Mod Angel, Mod KeeKee, and Mod Decarabia!

This blog is:

A place to foster positive discussion of Hellaverse (both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss) headcanons, ships, and theories;

A place to reblog amazing fanworks of all kinds;

And finally, a place to host ship-weeks or events, because we happen to really enjoy rarepairs and ships of all kinds!

Ongoing Event: (TBA)

Previous Events: [Chaggie Ship-Week]

This blog is "pro-fiction", what does that mean?

For this blog, "pro-fiction" means letting people create what they want without harassing them, even if you personally find such content upsetting or squicky. It is the responsibility of the self to curate one's own online experience, but one's own discomfort does not mean the content has no right to exist at all. Pro-fiction protects the right of dark fiction to exist; it does not condone it. That being said, dark fiction won't appear on this blog.

We don't do discourse of any kind; harassers will just be blocked. We also won't be checking the blogs of those we reblog from; if we break a DNI, sorry! We just see something awesome, black out, and hit reblog. Politely inform us if you're uncomfortable and we'll take down the post we reblogged from you, then block you so we don't reblog from you again. A simple "Hey you broke my DNI, can you delete (post) you reblogged from me?" will be enough. We're not unreasonable and won't be rude about it.

Our inbox is open!

#hellaverse #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #mod velvette #mod angel #mod keekee #mod decarabia #mod posts

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dreamupdates · 2 years

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I know this is Dream specific but someone made a full dteam schedule for twitchcon ! !

Thank you ! If any of y'all need it this is a great guide :)

#asks #anon #not an update #(not really)#mod angel #celestial does great work for dtblr

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playtime-disaster-duo · 1 year

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carries best friend like tiny kitten

#mod.png #Mod Angel #Poppy Playtime #Poppy Playtime AU #Poppy Playtime OC #Poppy Playtime art #Poppy Playtime Huggy #Huggy Wuggy #Asher tag

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flashfamevents · 8 months

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Hi, this might sound like a silly question but may I share about this zine on socials other than Tumblr? I rlly like this project and sadly can't pre-order it but I would love it to gain more attention from people

Please do! This is the last day of pre-orders, but that is absolutely fine!

#mod angel #relay race: a flash zine #zine questions

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angeldustthegayspider · 2 months

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Start:

This is a fanmade rp acc where you can rp and/or send asks to a non-profit Angel Dust rp/ask blog! I am not affiliated with VivziePop in any way, nor am I affiliated with A24.

About the mod:

You can just call me ‘Angel’, ‘Star’ or another nickname! Mod goes by he/they pronouns and is mlm and unfortunately single. :)

Rules:

Even though this literally an Angel Dust blog, no NSFW. Mod is a minor.

In-RP nicknames are allowed, but zero slurs.

Nothing rude.

Please put a warning for something that could potentially trigger someone

An emoji as a sign off is definitely recommended! It’s easier to differentiate between who’s who for possible rp! :)

Swearing is allowed, just no slurs

No discrimination (queerphobia, racism, sexism, etc.)

#mod angel #mod star #intro post #introductory post #introduction post #pinned intro #blog intro #intro #ask angel dust #rules page #Oh shit I got bleach on my dress #Damn it #hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #wanna be friends?#wanna be friends

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eternallyother · 2 years

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Hello ! I have a question : what is the difference between spiritual and phychological alterhumanity please ?

First I gotta give the disclaimer that explanation for your alterhumanity doesn't make you more or less alterhuman! Ultimately it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things but it can help you feel more sure of your own experience.

Spiritual otherkin are essentially otherkin folk who believe that their alterhumanity stems from a spiritual/metaphysical belief! This can be a belief in past lives and reincarnation, believing that their soul is that of their kintype, in the cases of angels/demons they may believe that they were sent to earth for a purpose, there are some who believe they are godshards, etc! It's a very interesting and complex subject, and I love hearing others experiences!

Psychological otherkin/alterhumans like myself may believe that their alterhumanity has a more "mundane" cause. This can be the belief that our brain wiring got a lil crossed, that we may be otherkin due to trauma, neurodivergence, etc. Some may also be alterhuman due to psychosis or delusions (a term I've seen used is endel. I highly recommend looking at @strawberrybabydog 's blog for more information on this! Pups blog is very educational, and any interactions I've had with it in the past have been very pleasant!

Alterhumans may also believe that their alterhumanity has both spiritual AND psychological explanations! It's a broad spectrum of experiences.

But in summary, the only difference between psychological alterhumans and spiritual is how they explain their alterhumanity! You can believe in a spiritual explanation, a psychological one, both or neither! All are still valid.

As usual, if anyone would like to respectfully add on, please do so!

Mod Angel

#mod angel #otherkin #alterhuman #psychological kin #spiritual kin #qna

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cookiescribble · 9 months

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Getting The Hang Of This “Girlfriend” Thing (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: ahhh thank you guys so much for such nice feedback on my last fic! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 this is just a little blurb that’s a lot less heavy haha. I am working on another hurt/comfort fic though 👀

This was inspired by personal hormonal moodiness this month 😅

-Mod Angel

Summary: Spencer is in a new relationship and is learning that there’s more to it than just facts.

CW: discussion of menstruation, implied smut at the end

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Spencer walked into the BAU, walking right to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. Penelope, Emily, and JJ were standing around the kitchen and talking.

They saw him pouring sugar in his coffee and laughed a bit. “What did you get up to last night?”

He groaned a bit, taking a sip of his coffee. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Can I… ask you guys a question? About… girls?”

They all looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. “Aww, do you need someone to give you ‘the talk?’” JJ asked teasingly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, not that. I’m doing just fine with that, thank you very much.” Everyone made various disgusted noises, which made him laugh. “No, it’s just… well, my girlfriend’s on her period, and she was basically doing nothing except snapping at me last night. Did I do something wrong?”

They all looked at each other again. Emily spoke first. “Ohh… yeah. You probably did something wrong.” She laughed and pointed to his sugar-filled coffee cup. “Did she make you sleep on the couch?”

He sighed and set his mug down. “No. I asked her if she wanted to be alone, but she said that would just make her more upset.” He picked up his mug and took another sip. “I know that women experience fluctuations in estrogen and progesterone levels during menstruation which can cause feelings of irritability and anger, but…”

“Hold on.” Penelope said. “Did you say that to her?”

“I… might have mentioned it.” He shrugged slightly. “I figured it would comfort her to know the science behind it. She usually loves it when I tell her facts like that.”

Everyone groaned. JJ patted him on the shoulder. “Spence. Did you really think that would comfort a hormonal woman?”

He looked a little confused. “Is there something I’m missing? I’ve never had to deal with a hormonal girlfriend until now.”

“Okay. Then let us tell you what you’re missing” she said. “No one wants to be told that they’re grumpy when they’re on their period. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fact, or if there’s science behind it. That’s like… poking a bear.”

He hesitated before speaking again. “… so, it was a bad idea to tell her that eating sugar would increase inflammation in the body that would cause fatigue and irritability?”

Everyone groaned. “Oh my god, you did not say that to her. Please tell me you didn’t say that to her?” Penelope pleaded.

He shrugged. “I didn’t know that was wrong! Why is that wrong?”

“Look. All the facts in the world could not comfort a hormonal woman.” JJ started. “She doesn’t want to hear why she’s feeling grumpy. She wants you to comfort her. When your girlfriend is on her period, you say nothing about it. Consider this a lesson.”

He groaned and took another sip of coffee. “So, I messed up?”

“Yes.”

“Now what?” He sighed.

Penelope looked at him very seriously. “You’re going to go home tonight, bring her flowers and chocolate, and apologize. And you’re going to say you learned your lesson.”

He thought for a second before nodding. “Okay. I’ll do that.” He looked at everyone and smiled. “Thank you… I’m still new to all this, so this has been very helpful.”

There was a chorus of “you’re welcome” and “good luck” before everyone went to start their work day.

…

When he got home, Spencer walked through the door of the apartment, the handle of a shopping bag hooked over his elbow. “I’m home!” He called out.

His girlfriend walked into the room and smiled at him. She was wearing loose pajamas and her hair was tied up in a bun. “Welcome home… what’s in the bag?”

He set the bag down and took out a small bouquet of roses. “These are for you.”

She smiled and took the bouquet from him. “Aw, honey… they’re beautiful.” She breathed in the floral scent.

He put up a finger to signal he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out a box of chocolates from the bag. “And… here. I got you your favorites.”

She smiled bigger and handed him the roses back so she could open the box of chocolates. “Oh, you’re a saint, babe. What’s all this for?”

He set the roses down gently on the coffee table so he could hug her from behind, resting his head on top of hers. “A peace offering. I… I’m sorry I was so insensitive last night.”

She turned around and gave him an apologetic look. “Oh, Spence… no, that was me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He patted her on the shoulders. “I told the girls at work what happened and they gave me a stern lecture.” He laughed quietly. “I’ve just never had a girlfriend before, so I didn’t know the… etiquette I’m supposed to have during this time.”

She smiled and put the chocolates down so she could hug him. “I know. At least, logically I know that. Emotional brain takes over when I’m hormonal.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And I know that now. It’s not something I could’ve learned from a book, so… it’s a learning curve, I guess.” He laughed again. “I know how to take care of you now.”

She smiled and reached up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. “You know… there’s some more period facts I want to tell you.”

He made a face. “Please tell me it’s not that you’re mad at me again.”

She laughed. “No, it’s not that. I think you’ll like this one.” She moved a little closer and ran a finger gently down his arm, making him shiver a bit. “An increase in blood flow to the pelvic region makes… certain areas more sensitive, leading to an increased libido.” She smirked. “Wanna help me out with that?”

He blushed and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I could do that.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her.

She smiled and dragged him to the bedroom, more than happy to teach him something he didn’t know before.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfiction #mod angel

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disaster-daydreams · 8 months

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𝔎𝔞𝔷 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔨𝔢𝔯

(This is my first drabble for him, I've only seen the show so bear with me please.)

He draws closer with each slow, deliberate step. The air feels void of all oxygen, as if it's seeped out and away from your lungs, leaving you attempting to hide how you can't quite draw a breath.

In truth, he's utterly terrifying. His eyes are the darkest you've ever seen, the color rivals that of the shadows surrounding him- the darkness that colors his office. His spine is straight, and the muted thud of his cane only reinforcing the terror scorching your nerves as he gets impossibly close.

His face is a mask of stoicism. There isn't a single feature that betrays how he truly feels towards you, despite the raging thoughts of worry behind his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't have let you on the job, it being out of your range of skills- more suited for stealth and thievery as opposed to the brute force the job called for. You've paid the price for a new experience, and he's paid in the insufferable feeling of worry and panic that overtook him the moment that guard got too close for comfort.

You'd been slashed at, a poor attempt from the guard to go for your heart- instead landing a scrape just below your left collarbone. Still, Kaz was furious at that particular guard- ruthlessly knocking him down with the heavy metal of his cane, the embossed crow splattered with the poor man's blood, which had since been cleaned.

Above all, he was furious with himself. He allowed the one person he cared for in any romantic semblance to be hurt- granted, your pleas to be out on the job made it hard to say no, which he never could to you.

Right now, he towered over you. His form one alike to a statue, not knowing what to say, or how to express what he felt- not knowing how to convey why he was angry. You'd been awaiting his eventual lecture with static running through your veins, numbness overtaking your hands out of nervousness and the pure strength with which you clasped them together in front of you.

After a moment, his shoulders dropped and his hand hovered over yours, unsure of how to proceed but still wanting to make an effort at comfort. You unclasped your hands and delicately took his gloved one into yours, making sure not to apply too much pressure as to not make him uncomfortable.

"You're never going on a job like that again."

"May I ask why?"

His lips pressed together, he didn't want to confess that he cared. He couldn't- it had already been far too close of a call already, with you getting hurt. How could he forgive himself if you were to be out at the hands of his enemies, once they found out about his weakness towards you? The leverage they'd have once they knew of his feelings towards you? He didn't ever want to put you at risk, but he knew you adored your freedom, and he knew you could handle yourself more than well enough. That knowledge still didn't snuff the thoughts; the what if's? The deep seated worry for you.

So for now, he simply took a deep breath and said, "Because you're far too valuable as an asset to be hurt. You will stick to jobs suited for your skillset, and that is final."

[Written by Angel]

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