• Afterlife
  • Ingrid Michaelson
  • Lights Out

When the world is breaking down around you taking everything that you know
What you didn’t know
Is that we can go forever if we want to
We can live inside of a moment
The one that we own

You and me we got this
You and me we’re beautiful beautiful

We all we all we’re gonna be alright
We got we got we always got the fight in us
We all we all we’re gonna live tonight
Like there’s no tomorrow ‘cause we’re the afterlife

Lights Out

reidskitty13 asked:

Could your write a reader x Reid. Where they live in the same building and a storm makes the lights go out so she knocks on his door and ask him to light her candle and she keeps blowing it out so she has an excuse to stay. Kind of like light my candle from rent. I imagine Reid acting as awkward as roger.

Originally posted by janedoherty666

I sighed as I heard the thunder start up again. The power was out because of the massive storm sweeping the area. I don’t mind thunderstorms, not at all. I actually rather like them. 

When the power goes out, though? Not so much. 

I’m not afraid of the dark, I just don’t particularly like it. To make matters worse, I couldn’t find a lighter to save my life. I was sure I had one somewhere, but it was nowhere to be found. 

Finally giving up on finding the elusive object, I took a candle and headed for my front door. In the dark, quiet hallway, I passed by several doors and crossed the hall, arriving in front of a familiar one. 

Spencer Reid. 

We’d met when I’d moved in, and we’d become fast friends. I knocked and waited. He came to the door, and I watched his face lift into a smile at the sight of me. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said easily, his voice warm in my ears. 

“Hi, Spence,” I replied. The first time I’d called him that, he’d done a double take, because apparently I was only the second person who’d ever called him that. 

“What’s up?” he asked. “Everything okay at your place?”

I nodded. 

“Yeah, everything’s okay, except that I can’t find my lighter.” I held up my unlit candle for him to see. 

“Do you have one?” I asked. 

“Um, yeah, I do,” he replied. “Come in.” 

I followed Spencer into his apartment, and was amazed at the number of candles he had lit inside. 

“Jeez, Spencer, I didn’t know you had so many candles,” I said, glancing around at them all. 

“Oh,” he replied. “These were a gift from Garcia,” he explained, but the blush in his cheeks make me wonder how truthful he’d been. 

“Here, I’ll just…light that for you,” he said. He seemed flustered and I wondered why, until I looked down and noticed that I was dressed in only my tank top and short shorts, which is my typical sleepwear. No bra, either. 

No wonder he’s acting so odd. 

“Sorry,” he muttered as he dropped the lighter he’d managed to get his hands on. I held back my laughter. 

“It’s okay,” I giggled. He shot me a half-smile and I couldn’t help but smile back. His hands shook slightly as he lit my candle. I couldn’t help but be endeared by him. Spencer is so awkward sometimes, but always in the most adorable way. As I watched him struggle with the lighter, finally getting my candle lit, I realized that I’d just accomplished what Ihad come here for, which logically meant going back to my apartment and leaving Spencer. 

But I didn’t want to leave Spencer. 

So, when he turned around to put the lighter back, I thought fast, and quickly blew out the flame. 

“Spence, it went out,” I said. He turned, looking adorably confused. He returned to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. He relit the candle, and I found myself back where I had been to start with. 

I really, realy didn’t want to go back home. Maybe if I did it again, maybe then he would understand what I was doing. He was pretty smart, after all. 

So I did. I blew it out, and he simply lit it again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Finally, after several rounds of this, he sighed. 

“I’m not sure this is ever going to work,” he said. “I don’t know why it isn’t staying lit.” 

I fought back laughter, struggling to keep a straight face. 

“Maybe I should just come to your apartment and light some candles for you,” he suggested. 

“Or,” I began, “I could just spend the night here.” 

He looked at me as if he were just seeing me. 

“Oh,” he said. “Um, is that why you’re here to start with?” he inquired. I laughed. 

“Yeah, kind of,” I admitted. “I really couldn’t find my lighter, though.” He smiled. 

“Okay,” he said. “Well, let’s go get more pillows and blankets from your place and we’ll set up camp right here.” 

“Sounds perfect.” I replied. 

Maybe power outages aren’t so bad.