Pairing: Reid x POC!Reader
Word Count: 772 (short i know)
Warnings: None really
A/N: So this is my first POC!Reader fic and I am really exited to be sharing this with you guys. I would like to let everyone know that i am an African American woman, so some of the readers insecurities are mine as well (and most of other poc’s). I hope you like it and this will be my 2000 followers celebration. As of yesterday i have reached 2000 followers and i am forever grateful to you all who supported me and like my writing. Even though i think its crap. Thank you all. I love you so much.
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Black women were created of brown sugar and warm honey.
the sweetest thing to bless the earth.
Kicking the door closed to your new apartment, you set the last box down next to the couch. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you look around your new apartment. It’s mostly empty. Only your couch, love seat and bookshelf decorated the living room area, your queen size bed occupied your room. And the few things you brought with you are in the boxes.
You weren’t planning on moving so suddenly, not so far away either. Your parents weren’t too happy about the move, warning you that a woman of your age shouldn’t be moving to a new city by herself, especially an African American woman. The amount of violence and racism that have been shown towards the black community should have been enough to scare you out of the move. But the thought of finally living on your own and exploring something new excited you. So, you pack up what little things that you had and never looked back.
The apartment complex is an old building, the walls are paper thin, the wood and floorboards would creak and make noise, there’s a draft at night. Not only that but you have the last apartment that they had available and it was located on the top floor. Five floors of living facility with no elevator and you had to get the one on the very top. But beside those little imperfections, the place was cheap to live and it’s in walking distance to a grocery store, so that’s a plus. But no worries, you can just go out and buy the things. You have enough saving for it.
You began to unpack the few things that you brought with you, rearranging the few pieces of furniture into a way that you liked. You really need to go shopping; the lack of furniture is starting to bother you.
Finally finishing unpacking the few things in your boxes, you decided to get lunch. Remembering the small Chinese restaurant, you passed driving here. Putting on your shoes, you grab your jacket as you made your way to the front door, the wood making an annoying noise as you opened it.
As you opened the door, a tall man stood in front of you, his hand raised as if he was going to block on your door. He wore black slacks with black and white converse, a purple button up under a best. His long shaggy hair was tucked neatly behind his ear, as the purple button up he wore complemented his brown eyes.
You have never in your life have seen anyone as gorgeous as he is. Where the sight of him makes, your heart skip a beat and your breathing stop.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Get it together. Just a random man in your doorway, not like that never happened before.
“Uh…. Hi.” He spoke as he gave you a little smirk. Lord, he spoke and it sounded so fantastically good. The way his lips twitched when he said the one syllable.
Get a grip Y/N.
“Oh.. Uh.. Hi. How may I help you?” Good. Good. Act like you know how to speak to an actual person.
“The landlord sent out an email to the residence, informing us that someone was moving here. And I wanted to introduce myself.” He held out his hand. “I’m Spencer Reid. I live next door.”
Next door. As in the apartment right next to yours. The only other resident living on this floor next door. Thank you, Lord.
You took hold of his hand, and took notice to the slight grip he had on your hand as you shook.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His smile widens, like the sound of your name gave him life. You felt a pull towards him, like something in this crazy world just wanted you to be here with him. Just the two of you.
All too soon, the spell was broken as his phone began to ring. He released you hand, digging for his phone in his pocket.
“Sorry but I have to go. It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again, Y/N.”
And just like that he was gone, bouncing down the flights of stairs into the world. You don’t know how long you stood there in your own little world. It felt like forever. You can still feel his touch longer on your fingertips. You sigh and fall against Your door frame. Your next-door neighbor is a hottie. You don’t care what anyone says this move is the greatest thing that happened to you.
But you can’t help but wonder if he likes black girls.
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