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beelmons · 1 year

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No one is as hot, happy, or cool as Instagram shows, some people are bald

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader CW: None Series: Part of Technophobe in Recovery Summary: Your friend Spencer didn't really understand social media, until he found out that it could be used to hit on people, more specifically to hit on you. Perhaps if he had a profile you would look his way?

Social media is a narcissist’s crack, at least that’s what Spencer always thought. There are so many ways of keeping communication, what’s the point of plastering every detail of your life for the world to see? As FBI agents, the entire team knew to thread carefully when it came to public profiles. Of course, all of you kept it light, without giving locations away, and taking every precaution Penelope had told you to take.

—He liked your picture?! —Penelope screamed from your behind. She had sneaked up on you and caught a sight of your phone to see the username of a very popular S.W.A.T. member on the “liked by…” section of your Instagram.

—First of all, ouch. —you joked, pretending like her scream hurt your ear—and second, he didn’t only like the picture, he is in my DMs right now asking about my day.

—You go, girlfriend—Emily joined as her and JJ got closer.

The not-so-subtle scream from Garcia had gathered everyone’s attention, and shortly there after the familiar faces that walked the ballpen had gathered around you.

—Whoa, baby girl, what’s all the commotion about? —Morgan asked once him and Reid had joined the rest of your coworkers by your side, his hand instinctively reaching for Penelope’s shoulders.

—Miss hot and smokey right here. —she pointed in your direction— The super-hot SWAT captain from last raid just liked her picture on Instagram and slid into her DMs.

—I think this is the first time I’ve been in a conversation where I don’t understand a single word. —Spencer had furrowed his eyebrows in plain confusion— Is that a good thing?

—It’s like a modern version of a mating call, Spence, you like someone’s picture to capture their attention, let them know you are interested, and then message them privately to see where things go. —JJ explained in the young doctor’s direction.

As everyone’s attention went back to your phone, Spencer found the perfect opportunity to swallow down the knot that had formed on his throat. Never could he have guessed that from all the people you were surrounded by, decorated officers, top-of-the-field lawyers, fellow elite FBI agents, the one person he had to worry about was trapped in the rectangular gadget he hated the most.

Not that the team knew, they suspected yet he had never admitted to it, but Spencer liked you. He wasn’t the one to act on his crushes almost ever, he liked when things developed naturally, which apparently was not going to be the case with you now that “super-hot-swat-captain” was “sliding into your DMs”, whatever that meant.

—You guys are making it a bigger deal than it is. —you tried to shut down the chatter in the office— He hasn’t even asked me out, just asking random questions.

—Come on, you don’t talk to someone on Instagram to make friends. —Morgan affirmed.

—And you look good good ok that picture. —JJ added.

The statement made Reid stick out his neck, he wanted to catch a glimpse of what everyone else what admiring; in his eyes, you always looked good, what could be so special about that one pic— Oh. He could feel the heat on his face spreading through every corner of his head, and some other places to the south he was doing his best to avoid; the way the lighting was ideal to your face, the pose that highlighted the best features of your body, and an outfit he could tell made you the most confident. A whole other person that he seemed not to know, and yet prayed in his very soul he could, at least, get the chance to one day.

Reid cleared his throat as he noticed everyone, specially Morgan, staring a bit too long, and with embarrassment he headed back to his office. The traces of the smile he had earlier in the morning were long gone, his serious expression taking over instead, with a slight furrow on his brows. He grabbed a random file as he walked to his desk and pretended to work intently in wrapping up some paperwork.

—Okay, that’s enough. —not being used to such praise and attention to your private life, you snatched the device away from Penelope whom, at some point, had gotten her hands on it— We’re not snooping on my love life right now, there’s tons of paperwork to do and the next case could come at any time.

The team reluctantly left your work area, not before threateningly asking for updates whenever you got one, and you were free from their questions once again. On the corner of your eye you were able to notice a rather sulky Spencer sitting on his desk, his troubled expression not going unnoticed by the rest of the team as well, to any stranger it would look like your average agent on the job, but to those who knew him was obvious, and boy, did you not know him.

You decided to disobey your own advice and visit his station instead, you leaned over the furniture with a concerned expression and he looked up questioningly, as if your presence was not required.

—Spence, you good? —you asked amicably.

—Sure, I’m fine. —his answer was quick and apparently emotionless—Got a lot to do, though.

Without giving you a chance to speak any further his sight went back to the file in his hands. You muttered a tired “okay” and headed back to your desk to finally get to work. The feeling of having done something wrong didn’t go away for a while, even if strictly you had made no mistake. You liked Spencer, and you figured you had left enough clues for him to pick up on them, but so far he hadn’t made the first move, and you were beginning to think perhaps he just wasn’t interested, after all, you were the first one to volunteer whenever he offered an extra ticket to his obscure events, and there’s no way he didn’t notice the creeping blush on your ears that one time he would mutter live translations during the Korean film festival.

On his side, he was only pretending to read and type on the computer, he wasn’t able to concentrate at all. Would you maybe take interest in him if he liked your every picture? If he wrote you a DM even if he still didn’t quite know what that meant? If he posted shirtless pictures occasionally? Or showed off his tactical gun? Hold on, those thoughts were getting too specific. Without even noticing, he had landed on the SWAT captain’s profile. He knew how to vaguely navigate profiles thanks to Garcia, but any further than that was a mystery for him. He couldn’t help to feel like this guy was a little pretentious, absolutely not the kind of man you deserved, or even would like; Penelope was right, you can know a lot about someone thanks to their social media.

—Stalking the competition? —Derek’s voice scared Spencer out of his wits.

His fingers quickly hit the close button on the browser, and he jolted upwards. When he realized the weight of the words said to him he nervously looked around, thankfully you were nowhere close to a hearing range, to his relief.

—Just curious, that’s all. —he said in a lower voice as he rubbed one of his eyes.

—I get it, kid, —Morgan offered a handsome smile and a supportive pat on the shoulder— social media can sometimes be the source of lots of negative feelings, it’s not a perfect tool, but it’s fun. You don’t have to worry, chicks love your old-school techniques too, you just have to, you know, actually use them on a girl for them to work. —he signaled with his head as you walked from Hotch’s office, where you had been discussing details of a report with the Unit Chief, to the office’s kitchen—And, sometimes, an “I’m sorry I was a jackass to you” goes a longer way than any like on a picture.

Spencer watched carefully as you made your way through the ballpen, he was the body language and microexpressions expert, he knew you were feeling down and, guiltily, he was the reason behind that. Without answering his friend he skipped from his seat towards the entrance you had just walked by. As magic, and as usual, the second he was in front of you any other logical thought seemed to disappear from his brain, you had that effect on him.

—Hey. —he said, you answered with a slight smile and turned in his direction— I just wanted to apologize for being so dismissive earlier.

—That’s fine, Reid. —you answered with a swatting of your hand— Sorry I upset you.

—No, you… —he sighed and looked down at his feet— you didn’t upset me, sometimes I just have a hard time understanding modernity, and it can get very overwhelming.

—We know, we know. —you reached over to squeeze his arm reassuringly, and he could have sworn his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

—I just don’t get the point of it all.

—Well, there isn’t really much a point. For a lot of people it’s a source of pride and vanity, sure, but some of us just want to share pieces of our lives to those we love the most.

—And that includes sexy SWAT captains? —he asked in a tone that seemed to be smaller than the rest of his sentence.

—The people you love the most, and some other randos, too. —you corrected with a small laugh, not wanting to even pay attention to the SWAT captain, since truth was you weren't interested— It can also be a great way to make sure you don’t lose important memories.

—Important memories don’t just get lost. —he joked.

—Not everyone has eidetic memory, Spencer. —you shook your head and reached into your back pocket to take a hold of your phone, your profile still open on the picture that had gotten him so excited before which you quickly tapped away to scroll through your posts—Like, look at this one, this is a picture of Rossi’s carbonara.

—You could get that any time.

—Yes, but what if I transfer or quit? I want to be able to remember that I used to have this amazing food with you guys. —you scrolled a bit further— Oh, this one is from Hotch’s birthday, when we surprised him by bringing Jack to the office, that was fun. This is a trip I took with my family. That’s a cute cat I saw on the street, nothing worth noting but surely worth keeping.

As you kept going down your posts your lips curled into a bigger smile. Memories were nice, they were fun, especially the ones you liked to share, they brought you joy and warmth, and he noticed, in fact, that’s all he could look at, the bright smile on your face as you reminisced. He wondered if, maybe, you would smile the same when remembering him, perhaps years from now, or during lazy weekends, on a random Thursday, when the fragrance of his cologne seemed to linger in the air, in a similar way he was used to thinking of you.

—Hey, that’s me! —he said excitedly when he noticed a picture you had posted months ago of the two of you together.

—Oh, yes! This is when we went to that event, what was its name? Like lollapalooza but for books.

—Litepalooza. —he added

—Right, it was so lame we decided to leave and go have something to drink, we ended up in that Mexican coffee shop where we tried the... Spicy Hot Chocolate!

—Spicy hot chocolate!

The screaming of the name came out of your mouths at the same time and it was followed by a loud laugh. On the caption it read “Awesome days, awesome friends.” and a heart emoji following. Most of your pictures were of other people, or other objects, or by yourself, as far as he could tell he was the only person, outside your family, to appear on a picture alone with you. The mere fact that he felt special for it made him feel ridiculous.

—Your lips were red the rest of the day. —you let out a final chuckle— It’s not so bad. Think of it as a digital scrapbook. I know, I know, you are not big on digitalizing things, but not everyone is crafty enough to make one!

—When you put it like that, yeah, it doesn’t sound so bad.

You took a second to look into his eyes, and you could have sworn that your suspicions of him not being interested were wrong. Before making it awkward he hit you with a soft “let’s head back”, to which you complied.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast, before you knew it was time to head back home, thank god, serial killers had taken a weekend off and you didn’t have to travel for a case on Friday. You didn’t have any plans, so a night in it was. Before you headed out you made sure to stop by Spencer’s desk and he let you know that he had something to do before heading home and you should go back first.

The appointment in question was with no other than Penelope Garcia herself. Spencer shyly slipped past the door of her office after knocking on it almost ashamedly.

—What can I do for you, boy wonder? —she asked, spinning her particular pink furry pen in her hand.

—I was wondering…—he began to explain—could you maybe help me create an Instagram profile?

—Do my ears deceive me? —she asked with an astonished expression—Spencer Reid, are you sick?

—No, I feel fine. —he answered earnestly and a little puzzled, unaware of the undertone.

—Then this must be a miracle! You have come to the right place my child, we are going to make the most irresistible profile ever!

—Wait, before we start… —he interrupted the girl’s clicking and she looked at him expectantly—Can you tell me what does a DM stand for? Has been bugging me all day to not know.

—Oh, boy genius, your analog brain is thirty, but your digital brain is five.

With her snarky remark, the both of them got to work.

You kept turning on your bed as you watched a random, very uninteresting, show on Netflix. Your night in, regardless of it being what you needed, was boring to the core. You didn’t think your night was going to pick up until you saw the screen of your phone light up with a notification. A very odd username caught your attention enough to skim through them.

[Instagram] dr.sreid started following you

[Instagram] dr.sreid liked your photo

[Instagram] dr.sreid: Hey, guess what?

You bit your lip in attempt to not look like an absolute clown with the wideness of your smile. Hurriedly, you unlocked the device and headed to the pretentious social media app.

You : No fucking way.

You : How did you even manage to make one?

dr.sreid : Garcia helped me.

dr.sreid : Is it too weird?

You : A little. But it’s nice seeing you adapt to modernity.

dr.sreid : I still have no idea how to use this properly, I also don’t understand what’s the difference between this and texting.

You : Jesus, this must be killing you.

You : Hold on, I’ll follow you back and call you instead, enough dm-ing for today, I gotta give you a break.

dr.sreid : I have no idea what you just said, but sure.

You laughed at his confusion, regardless of his genius brain he hated familiarizing himself with technology, and he could learn about it pretty easily, but he just didn’t enjoy it in the minimum. You headed to his profile as you promised, he had followed 6 people, Morgan, Rossi’s official writer account, JJ, Garcia, of course it was the first account he followed, Emily Prentiss, and you. The profile picture was an impromptu photo of them in Garcia’s office, since he barely kept pics around in his phone, and his only post was an old picture taken on your birthday by Penelope herself, both of you unaware that it even existed. In it, he was struggling against you trying to smear his face with buttercream, his hands on your wrists, and both of your smiles the biggest you had ever since, the caption read “Favorite picture, favorite person.” with a heart emoji following. You couldn’t put a name on the way it made you feel, but the butterflies in your stomach were giving you a hint, you followed him back, liked the picture, and dialed his number. You couldn’t go a second without hearing his voice.

The next day at work you would get an earful about having ghosted the SWAT captain, and the only thing that replaced the outrageous news about your love life was the realization that Spencer had, in fact, made an Instagram account. After some teasing and internal jokes, the office went back to normal.

Spencer would only post a picture every couple of months when a special occasion arose, by the request of his friends, and when Penelope managed to get his hands on his phone. However, from that day on, he was the very first person to like whatever photo you were to post.

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beelmons · 1 year

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If every book is a world, an Amazon Kindle is an entire galaxy

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader CW: Pre-established relationship Summary: Your boyfriend, Spencer, is a self-proclaimed technophobe. You offer a solution to all the books he often carries on his back during trips, an Amazon Kindle, perhaps you can make him grow fond of it?

—This is from all of us. Happy Birthday, Reid. —Hotch said as he handed him a medium-sized, rectangular box.

Spencer was happily, although a bit uncomfortably, sitting on his desk, recently blown candles on top of a chocolate cake, mind you with sprinkles on it. He was not big on birthdays, but ever since you joined the BAU you made sure no one would ever forget the special day again, a couple decades ago this world was blessed with the kind and loving existence of Spencer Reid, that was something worth celebrating in your books.

He took a second to thank everyone with a hug. For someone afraid of germs, he tended to get pretty touchy when he was feeling sentimental. The people around him cheered for the box to be opened, and with shyness in his eyes he complied to their desires.

—No way! —he excitedly let out—First edition “The Adventures of Tom Swayer”? Where did you even find this?

—The internet can be your friend, my friend. —Penelope palmed at his shoulder affectionately.

—Thank you, thank you so much, all of you, I know for a fact this couldn’t have been cheap. —his voice seemed to tremble a little.

—I did have to tap into my retirement account, but that smile was worth it, kid. —Rossi took a second to pat Spencer’s face, in that very Italian-dad-way that he always did.

—Yeah, my kids didn’t need college anyway, they have a very smart godfather. —JJ contributed.

There was an exchange of glances between the two older men in the office, shortly they excused themselves and wished for the party to continue merrily; in a blink they were shunned inside the Unit Chief’s office. The rest of the team remained by Reid’s desk; chatting, laughing, and eating the cake you had ordered earlier in the morning. As the piles of pending paperwork for past cases stared back at the cheery group, the people slowly began to scatter back to their desks, until it was only Garcia, Reid, and you cleaning up the desk area. Spencer didn’t like messy work spaces after all.

—I really hope you enjoyed your little party, boy genius. —Penelope said as she threw away the last of the disposable plates.

—I did, and thank you, once again, for everything. —he answered as his sight travelled from Penelope to you repeatedly.

—Don’t even mention it. —you said, your arms crossing over your chest. For a second, your eyes met, and you felt your heart skip a bit at the way they shined when you were reflected in them.

—So…—the blonde once again interrupted with a suggestive tone in her voice— I want to see the gift your girlfriend is gonna give you.

—Penelope, once again, I think it’s weird when you talk about me in third person while I’m standing right here. —you reproached her, and you saw Spencer chuckle shyly.

—Please, please, I just love couple gifts, they are always so intimate and personal, and you guys know I feed from your happiness, it’s like it recharges me.

—She gave me my gift last night when the clock struck midnight. She wanted to be the very first to congratulate me. —Spencer said in attempt to diffuse her interest.

—Ooh, spicy, I like your style.

—Not that! —you yelled with a laugh— I got him a night lamp in the shape of a Tardis, like the one from Dr. Who.

—It was a great gift. I really love it. —he kept his eyes fixed on you, a small smile drawn on his face.

—Really? —Penelope cocked an eyebrow—I mean, I don’t mean to pry, and that’s an awesome gift, but you guys have been together for a year, I would have expected whips or cuffs to be given away by now.

Spencer broke into an awkward laugh, and you mimicked him. It’s not like those things hadn’t been given as presents before, but it was more of a valentine’s day or anniversary type of gifts. For birthdays, you had always liked to do simple but meaningful things, to buy that one product that’s constantly in your cart, but you never buy because “it’s too silly”, or that useless kitchenware that will only take up space, but it’s so cute it would make you insanely happy, or that book that you know is going to be tacky and doesn’t feel “worth the money” but you still so desperately want, those are the kinds of gifts you liked giving each other, something that reminded you that you paid attention to even the smallest things, that you loved even the smallest things.

—Actually, —you began to explain— I do have a little extra something.

Both of your friends’ eyes opened in surprise as they looked at you expectantly. You took a moment to go through your bag and pulled a rectangular, slim black object. You let out a “Ta-dah!” sound as you showed the little gadget to them. It lingered on Spencer’s fingers for a second as he inspected it, but the moment Penelope realized what it was, her hands quickly snatched it away.

—You got an Amazon Kindle?! —she exclaimed with excitement.

—What’s an Amazon Kindle? —Reid asked in confusion.

—Oh, boy wonder, it’s only the future of reading, you see, in this tiny rectangle you can have millions of books altogether, and the screen even looks like real paper, but it’s all digital. This is a super cool and great gift! —she answered as she began to explore the interface of the tablet.

You watched with a smile at the glowing woman in front of you, she looked like a child being handed a new toy. The candid moment, however, did not last very long, couple of minutes later everyone was gathered in the briefing room with a new case in hand. As you broke up the gathering you had, Spencer took the reading gadget and slid it inside his leather bag for safekeeping.

Once the overall details of the case were explained by the round table, the team picked the “wheels up in 30” routine, grabbing go-bags, calling loved ones to announce that they were going away, and picking their favorite spot on the plane. The case took you all the way to the west coast, which was always one of the most difficult trips to take, long and paralyzing, since there was not much you could do before arriving at the hosting precinct. The second briefing, and a small exchange of theories and ideas, took place during the first hour of the trip, but with plenty to go, everyone decided to scatter once again.

Ever since the two of you started dating, you would often sit together during flights, whether it was on the couch or by the table, and when you wanted to talk more privately you would choose the dual seats that were facing each other. Spencer immediately took one of the individual face-to-face chairs, and you went over to discuss a couple topics with Morgan before you headed to make your boyfriend some company. You caught a glimpse of him at the end of the jet with a book in his hand, which reminded you that you had a fair amount of time to kill, and no entertainment in hand.

—Hey. —you said as you took the seat in front of him.

—Hey. —he replied, his book being lowered to pay you the corresponding attention.

—Where’s the Kindle tablet?

There was a small trace of sadness on your boyfriend’s face as you asked that question, and it took you aback. He reached for his bag and pulled out the digital reader, laying it on the table that was across him.

—Hey, uhm, I don’t want to seem ungrateful… —he started to explain and earned a confused expression from you—It’s a very thoughtful gift, and I appreciate it, but I really prefer reading in an analog format. I can pay you back for it, if you want.

You let out a quiet laugh at how cute he was being, and quickly your hand darted out to grab his.

—Spence, babe, relax. You truly are adorable. —you never used pet names when the team was around, but in that moment, everyone else had disappeared from the phase of the earth.

—I am? —even though he reciprocated the grasp, his face showed pure confusion.

—I know you, Spencer. You only have an iPhone because the bureau forced you to. With all the ruckus of the new case I didn’t have time to explain. I got the Kindle for myself, and a subscription to Kindle Unlimited, the real surprise was that I also took the time to look up some of your favorite authors, and I got their e-books downloaded to the Kindle reader. I know you always have a stash of books for trips, this is just in case you run out. I got your back, library rat.

You saw as his face lit up, his lips drew into a crescent, and his hand offered a reassuring squeeze on yours.

—I love you. —he muttered.

—Love you too, Dr. Reid. —you replied with a smile of your own and settled back for a comfy ride with your trustworthy digital reader.

The case had dragged itself long, almost a week you spent in California until you could apprehend the UnSub, and needless to say you were getting tired of not sleeping on your own bed. By the time the case was wrapped up, you couldn’t wait to get home, take a hot bath, and sleep for hopefully three days straight, although in your line of work you knew it wasn’t possible.

On the plane back, you took the couch and Spencer came along. He had devoured his current stash of books through out the week, and now was left with nothing but his own mind to distract himself from the never ending flight. He was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you, and you could see the way he kept peeking at the paper-like screen on your hands.

—What are you reading? —he asked curiously.

—The hunger games: Catching fire.

—I thought you had that in your apartment.

—I do, but I randomly felt like reading it again, and I happen to have it on here.

He let out a hum in agreement and you felt him slouch next to you, his head landing on your shoulder almost immediately. A few minutes went by, he continued to shuffle every once in a while, and you could tell, you could tell he was unable to fall asleep. His eyes continued to open from time to time, taking in glances of whatever page you were reading.

—So, she is trying to overthrow the government alone? —he asks quietly, his head still on your shoulder.

—Not really, the rebellion was just waiting for a token hero to serve as emblem of faith, but it had existed long before that. —you answered, your eyes still glued to the small tablet.

—It doesn’t make sense, her acts of defiance would have been put down faster by such an efficient government. Can you move to the next page?

At his request, you turned your head down to questioningly cock an eyebrow at him, a little bit of offense written on your face.

—Do you want to read it instead?

—No, it’s alright. —he said with a bit of embarrassment as he straightened himself instead—I would have to read the first book to make sense of it all.

—Oh, you mean… —as if you had magically snapped your fingers, you clicked your way through the interface of the tablet to land on the book you had just mentioned and, in a blink, you had the prologue already open; your hand held the device loosely before Spencer, offering for him to grab it —this one?

—The digital versions kind of slow me... —he began to exclaim in attempt to excuse himself.

—Slow you down? —you interrupted—Come on, genius, it’s the hunger games, not everything has to be read at a 20,000 words per minute speed. Just enjoy it, or mock its inaccuracies, or even laugh at its ridiculousness, but entertain yourself. When you get home, you wash your hands from the filthy metadata, and go back to your beloved physical books.

With a light huff he took the digital reader from your hands and began to read through the words on it. You took advantage of his focus to slide yourself beneath the arm next to yours, allowing it to rest on your shoulders, and let your head fall against the side of his chest; if you weren’t going to read about some silly divergent romance, might as well take a nap until you got home. He didn’t impose any resistance, JJ had mentioned once how he went to his own little world when he read, and apparently that fact wasn’t affected by the genre of the book he was reading. Your free arm took the liberty to dart across his stomach, and you were all set to fall into a slumber.

Three hours went by, and there were still a couple more to go, when Spencer finished the first book. To his surprise, his sight wasn’t strained, and even if, certainly, the read was slower than his usual speed, due to having to change the page more often since there were less words per page, it wasn’t that much different from reading a common book.

—Well, well, so all it took was a girl to turn you into inspector gadget, huh? —Morgan teased as he was making his way towards the bathroom.

—I still prefer holding actual pages, but it does come in pretty handy. —he turned quickly to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure and a dumbfounded smile appeared on his face, one that Derek recognized right away—It amazes me how she knows I’ll like things before I even know I’ll like them.

—Yeah, man, that’s what girlfriends do. —he chuckled in an almost mutter— I take it it’s going well between you two?

—Yeah. It’s going really well. —he felt you slightly shudder beneath his limb—Hey, Morgan, can you hand me one of the blankets? I think she’s cold and I don’t want to wake her.

His friend complied to the instruction as he pulled the fabric from one of the random empty seats behind him. He stayed to admire the way Spencer would use his only free hand to cover you up, part of the blanket landing on his lap as well. Morgan didn’t tell him about the way his eyes sparkled, or the content sigh that he let out as he admired your sleeping face, or the fool-in-love smile that he carried on that moment.

—Man, don’t let Hotch see you like this, he will write you up for inappropriate workplace behavior. Trust me. —Derek said as he got up to go back to his seat.

—Noted. Oh, and Derek, do you know how to change books on this thing? —he said in a rush as he noticed his friend’s intention, showing the kindle that was still in his hands—I kind of, uhm, want to know what happens in Catching Fire.

The muscular man couldn’t help but to laugh out of adoration, the boy genius had that effect in almost anyone who he met, it was what caught your attention in the first place; Morgan tapped on the screen a couple of times and opened the prologue to the second book, handing it to Spencer right after.

When you were alone yet again, and as he skimmed through the pages of the introduction, he felt something in his chest, like a glowing light that both pressed it down and made it feel like levitating at the same time. The hand that was around you travelled to your head, and in your sleep you couldn’t feel the way his lips pressed against the top of your hair in a chaste kiss. The love of his life in one hand, and a good book in the other, or well, a good book-ish, that’s all he needed to feel whole. If it helped him hold you as he read, perhaps this gadget wasn’t that bad.

After that day, you bought him his own Kindle, and he never left home without it.

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