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aperrywilliams · 1 year ago

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Under the Rain (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Reader is waiting for Spencer in a restaurant to celebrate their 2nd anniversary. What happens when Spencer doesn't show up?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Spencer fucked up but Reader loves him.

A/N: It's winter on this side of the world, and the rain makes me kind of sad.

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Is there anything worse than your boyfriend standing you up in a fancy restaurant on your 2nd anniversary? Yes, being stood up by your boyfriend in a fancy restaurant on your 2nd anniversary day while outside it’s raining cats and dogs.

That's worse. And pathetic.

You feel pathetic, sitting in that chair, all dolled up and waiting. You arrived at 19:30, and now your watch reads 20:45. No sight of Spencer.

What the fuck?

He was the one who suggested a romantic dinner in this very restaurant. He was the one who told you to make reservations. How could he forget it? You knew there wasn’t an active case. The very Penelope told you it was paperwork day when you texted her in the afternoon.

In the past hour, you dialed his number several times. You were worried at some point: what if something terrible happened to him? But you know bad news travels fast, so you assumed he didn’t show up just because he forgot. Deep down, you wanted there to be another explanation because if he only forgot, that would strengthen the idea of how little you mean to him.

Sensing the pitiful looks the hostess and the waitress sent you occasionally, you only wanted to dig a hole and disappear.

When the clock marked 21:00, you gave up. You asked the hostess for your coat and left the place completely silent.

The rain pouring outside was the perfect scenario for your current mood. You thought about calling a cab in front of the restaurant, but you only wanted to be far from that place as soon as possible, so you started to walk in the rain.

Goodbye to the stylish hairstyle that took you hours to achieve. Goodbye to the makeup you put so much effort into doing.

Striding along the sidewalk, you made sure to step on each water puddle you found along the way as you recalled every moment in the past months you felt Spencer away from you. And not only physically as when he was in a case. It was more than that. It was each morning he didn’t say I love you before leaving your shared apartment. It was each text he didn’t send telling you he was coming home or leaving for a case. It was each coffee you didn't share in the morning. It was each animated chat in the middle of the night you didn't have.

Were you being dramatic? You knew Spencer’s tendency to distract and engage in whatever his job could present him. In any other circumstances, you could have understood. Not tonight, though. Not when it was supposed to be your night together celebrating this milestone. The two years of love you thought were strengthening your relationship. How blind you have been. How naive.

You kept wandering on the streets with no destination. You didn’t want to come back to the apartment. You didn’t know where else to go either. So you kept walking.

Spencer Reid is a man with an eidetic memory. Everybody knows that. He can remember every piece of information people usually wouldn’t recall. He knows almost everything about anything. But even with his big brain, he sometimes has trouble keeping track of his own life. Like today.

Engrossed in a pile of manila folders from old cases, he lost time. A task meant to take just an hour or so kept him occupied and entertained for almost four hours. Emily’s voice was the only thing that brought him back from those files to reality.

“You still here?” Emily asked with a frown. Spencer looked at her oddly.

“Yeah. I was looking for patterns in our last cases in the northwest. What Tara said about the mixed murder weapons sounded familiar to me,” he explained before rubbing his eyes. He didn't notice how tired he felt until Emily interrupted him.

“Spencer, it’s almost 10 pm. And there is no active case. You can resume this tomorrow. I even thought you had plans today?”

‘10 pm’ and ‘plans today’ was enough to bring Spencer to realization.

“Fuck!” He yelped, jumping from his seat and freezing immediately, not knowing what to do.

“What?” Emily asked, seeing the panic in Spencer’s eyes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he repeated over and over as he reached for his phone in his satchel.

“What is it, Reid?”

“Emily. I was supposed to be in a restaurant with (Y/N) tonight! It’s - uh - it’s our second anniversary,” he, visibly embarrassed, finished the sentence.

Emily shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Reid? How on earth do you forget something like that?”

“I don’t know! I - I don’t really know. Fuck. I’m an asshole!” He checked the phone: twenty missing calls. Why he left it on mute?

“Stop complaining and do something! Come on! Move your ass out of here if you want a chance of not being precisely kicked in the ass by her,” Emily instructed. She knew Spencer needed directions when he was freaking out.

Spencer rechecked his watch. It read 10:05 pm.

Swearing under his breath, he dialed your number, which went straight to voicemail. Putting his coat on, he tried again while rushing to the elevator. Maybe you were still at the restaurant? Getting in the first cab he found, Spencer headed there.

Once he arrived, he asked the hostess about you. The girl told him you left after 9 pm.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He called you again with no success. This time you turned off your phone. Spencer’s stomach was a knot, and his heart hurt imagining you sitting alone, waiting for him.

Were you at home? Spencer guessed you wouldn't want to see him, so it was less probable. Should he go there anyway and wait for you? No. You deserved better than that. He would look for you even if it could take all night. Taking a cab, he decided to check the apartment - just in case - and grab his car keys.

As expected, you weren’t in the apartment. Spencer faced the darkness and coldness of the place, and a chill ran down his spine—the fear of losing you forever.

In the car, he thought, where you could be. It was still raining, and Spencer feared you were getting soaked and frozen, God knows where.

It was at this kind of moment Spencer wanted his eidetic memory, and all the knowledge in his brain could help to compensate for the dose of common sense he lacked.

‘Come on, Spencer. Think. For once in your life, do it for what is really important for you.’

Spencer parked and rushed out of the car, hoping his hunch was correct. He was in a park. Not any park, though. It was where he met you three years ago—where his life changed forever and for the better for once.

You were in a swing, moving softly back and forth, your feet touching the ground. Your eyes focused on the rain collecting in the nook you created with your feet in the mud.

“(Y/N)!” Spencer called once he spotted you. The rain muffled the sound of his voice.

Your eyes didn’t leave the ground. At first, you thought you were imagining things. It could have been wishful thinking that your boyfriend really cared about you. He called again, and now your brain obliged your eyes to look toward the voice’s source.

Spencer was in a corner where the park's playground began. He was looking at you and wanted to run to you, but the fear you could run away made him stay there, as the rain dampened him.

The sight of you broke him. You were utterly soaked. Your coat and lovely black dress were ruined, and your face with traces of smeared makeup. He could even spot your bloodshot eyes, swollen from crying.

He caused that. And Spencer hated himself for it.

Seeing you didn't say anything, barely acknowledging his presence, Spencer dared to take some steps forward. Your numb body didn't even flinch.

“(Y/N). I’m sorry,” were his first words. Expectable but useless for you. “I fucked it up. I’m sorry. I should have been there. I wanted to be there with you,” he apologized, giving a few steps closer to you. Not looking at him, you mumbled.

“But you weren’t. And if you really wanted to have been there, you would have.” Your voice was low and husky. You sounded tired and defeated. It was worse for Spencer. For him, you should be yelling. Telling him how hurting you were. How an asshole he was.

“Baby, there is no excuse for what I did. The last thing I want in my life is to hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Spencer’s voice broke with each word.

What had he done? Why? How can he be so stupid? He loves you. You’re the most important person in his life, so why did he do that to you? How can he fix it?

Still not looking at him, you spoke again.

“I can’t understand, Spencer. It was our anniversary. You were the one who suggested doing it,” you remind him. He nodded, kneeling in front of you. It didn’t matter the mud, and it didn’t matter the rain still falling. Spencer needed to look at your eyes to explain himself.

“I’m an idiot. I lost track of time and forgot,” he mumbled. You held up your head and finally looked at him.

“You forgot? So it's true I’m not that important to you,” you concluded sadly. Spencer’s eyes widened.

“No! Don’t say that!” he pleaded.

“Am I wrong? I don’t think so.” Your chin wobbled, but you needed to say it. “I know your job is important, Spencer. I do. And I never wanted to compete with that because I thought I didn’t have to. But after these past months, I think I need to get used to the idea I lost you already,” you acknowledged with a pained sob betraying you. It was the pang of the meaning behind your own words.

The memories of the past months flashed before Spencer's eyes. And there he saw it. The kisses he didn't give you, the 'I love you' he didn't tell you. The nights he didn't sleep by your side—all the things he has been missing.

He realized that although he never doubted his love for you, he stopped nurturing it and took it for granted.

Crying, he took your hands, and by divine grace, you didn't push him away.

No words he could say would be enough to convey how sorry he was. But he needed to try because he didn’t want to lose you. You needed to know he loved you and that you owned his heart. You needed to know he just realized he made a mistake, and he wants to fix it.

“The first time I saw you in this very place, you were slowly swaying in this exact spot with your eyes focused on the book in your hands. I was so mesmerized that I never thought I would get the nerve to talk to you, you know? But I did. And when I saw the warm look you gave me when I asked you if you had read the author's biography, I felt my heart warming as never before. And when I heard your laugh after I clumsily tried to flirt with you? I swear it was the sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life,” Spencer confessed, eyes sparkling at the memory. You fondly recalled it too. You never liked to talk with strangers all of a sudden, but with Spencer? It felt natural and right.

“You let me in in your life. You opened your heart to me and taught me how to do that too. You realized I’m not the best student in those matters, though,” he chuckled, seeing your nod.

“Despite that, you believed in me. You gave me a chance to love you, and I swear loving you has been the most natural thing that has ever happened to me. You have made me so happy (Y/N). You have no idea. And that is the problem. I have not known how to love you the way you deserve. I hadn't realized what I was doing. I'm sorry. I spent much of my life fending alone, not walking with anyone by my side. And I know that does not excuse my behavior. Even so, I dare to ask for an opportunity to prove you do not have to compete with my job. Give me a chance to prove to you I can be better. I can be the man who deserves your love. Please let me gain back your love and the privilege to hear you laugh again."

Spencer was almost out of breath when he was done speaking. You mulled in his words as his hands enveloped yours, patiently awaiting your response. Would you give him a chance?

As the rain continued pouring down, your eyes focused on him, still kneeling before you with hopeful eyes.

You know he loves you. Even if he needs to be better at proving it to you. And you love him even if you feel hurt for what he did. You both would have to work to make it work. You both deserved the chance, though.

The answer to his question was clear then.

You hopped off the swing and kneeled, not releasing his hands grasp and pulling him to catch his lips with yours. He kissed you back with everything he had. When both parted, you smiled at him, and Spencer was trying to figure out what that meant. You spoke to make it clear.

“Please, just don't make me regret being in this same place three years ago.”

Spencer earnestly shook his head.

“I won’t. I promise,” he told you before kissing you again under the rain.

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putschki1969 · 2 years ago

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Under the Rain - Ambient Border

In 2023, the world is engulfed in nuclear flames. A nuclear winter has arrived and Earth has become inhabitable. The few remaining survivors are put into cryogenic sleep for 100 years in hopes of preserving humanity. During the span of these 100 years, many cryogenic devices are being affected by the cold and malfunction. Some of the only pods which continue working are the ones designed by Japanese factory “Urushibara Industriell”. After overcoming the ice age, a few people awaken from their hibernation and reclaim the world.

Several decades have passed since then. The play takes place in Rengoku City, the world's only city in which civilization and culture still exist. It has been revived using Urushibara's android technology. The key to this successful reconstruction is human memory, the new energy source. Human memories are collected and preserved in so-called “memory balls” which are used as a means to upgrade AIs. Humans are powerless as their memories are being exploited while artificial intelligence is slowly gaining the upper hand. In the wake of this Urushibara dictatorship, resistance groups and bands of outlaws have formed to protect the memories of citizens. However, the technological “Singularity”, i.e. world domination of AI, is imminent.

In the midst of all of this, there is one man named Anji Akashi who is on the run with his sickly wife Leco Akashi. They encounter an AI named Asebi and Sho Yogai, the leader of a group of thieves called “Utsusemi no Mukuro”. Unbeknownst to Anji, they all have a shared history. An incident from five years ago has turned their lives upside down. However, their minds have been wiped clean using a memory ball and the characters are now partly operating on the basis of false memories. After a year-long search, Sho is finally in the possession of the memory balls which contain those precious memories from five years ago. The prelude transitions into the main part of the play as their memories start to unravel.

Character Description - Asebi: One of the androids manufactured by “Urushibara Industriell”. She is the type of AI that is equipped with the ability to “grow”. Among her fellow growth-type AIs she is the one that excels at sensing emotions and affections. By conveying said feelings in the form of “singing” she aims to break through the so-called “ghost-border” which will bring her closer to becoming more human.

In the above scene Urushibara scientists Anji, Sho and Shion are trying to teach Asebi, one of the company’s manufactured AIs, how to emote and express feelings via singing. Meanwhile, Anji’s colleague, genius researcher Reiko, is conducting her own experiments with her android Cle-ar//. These experiments serve the purpose of making the AIs “grow” and pass the “ghost-border” so they can become more human and will no longer have to rely on stolen memories. If they cannot achieve their goal, the technological “Singularity” may be unstoppable.

C.C.C 10th Anniversary Stage 『Ambient Border』 February 5, 16h Performance PART 1 & 2 ※ When I downloaded the play, it was split into two parts. I think it’s because the file was too big or maybe the video was too long for my download tool.

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Major plot points below the cut (beware of spoilers)

Anji, Sho and Shion all work together at Urushibara Industriell where they try to make AIs more human by having them cross the “ghost-border”. One of their colleagues is Reiko, a genius researcher and the cold-hearted daughter of the head of Urushibara. She used to be Anji’s girlfriend but due to her growing up in a loveless and cruel environment, she never learned how to be in a loving relationship, she is incapable of showing love and sees herself as undeserving of love. This eventually made them break up. Reiko is terminally ill which is why she is looking for ways to escape her fate. Reiko’s plan is to transfer her mind into Shion’s body and become “post-human”, basically resembling an AI, becoming invulnerable and ridding herself of any human trace. Having taken over Shion’s body, she turns into the evil mastermind of Urushibara aiming for a complete technological “Singularity” and wanting all humans to take that final step towards post-humanity. In the wake of this incident, Anji and Asebi’s minds are wiped clean and Reiko’s body becomes a sickly and empty shell, she is subsequently referred to as Leco. Anji and her run away. Based on fragments of their mind and false memories, they fall in love, get married and build a life together over the span of five years. After becoming the leader of a group of righteous thieves, Sho finally finds the memory balls containing Anji and Asebi’s memories. With their memories restored, they all confront “Reiko” in a final battle. It is Asebi’s singing that saves the day. Music being the most universally human experience not only helps Asebi cross the ghost-border, it also awakens the dormant human traces in Reiko and prevents the android Cle-ar// from taking over world domination. Reiko learns how valuable human emotions are and that she is in fact capable of being loved despite her dark nature. To free Shion, Leco offers to host Reiko’s mind again despite having become her very own person with her own feelings and experiences. Anji objects this idea vehemently because first, he thinks Leco’s mind will be erased and he doesn’t want to lose the love that has grown between him and Leco in the past five years. Second, he knows Leco’s body comes with an expiry date and storing Reiko’s mind again would only make things worse. The solution is to put her into cryogenic sleep until they can find a cure for her ailment. Leco promises Reiko that during their time asleep she will show her what it means to be loved. When they eventually wake her up they realise that Reiko and Leco’s minds have merged. Reiko clearly remembers Leco’s love for Anji and is happy to be reunited with him again.

#kalafina #hikaru #video #ambient border #TRIGGER #under the rain #REALLY love the song #Hikaru's vocals are a little shaky in the chorus #maybe one day I can provide a detailed summary of the entire play #but today is not that day #honestly still struggle with understanding the finer plot details #too many characters

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