5 Song Drabbles
A/N: so what i did for these was put my playlist on shuffle and write a quick drabble inspired by each of the first five songs that came on. the original prompt was to only write for as long as the length of the song, but i cheated so much :’) they’re still really short though, just a few paragraphs each. drabbles 1, 4, and 5 are reidvez, drabble 3 is reid x an unnamed female, one assumes it is the reader, and drabble 2 is inspired by mr brightside, lmao, so it’s kind of reid x unnamed reader girl and also some unrequited reidvez. please recall that i wrote all of these in like five minutes, so there might be mistakes, unfinished thought lines, verb tense inconsistencies, etc, so try to be patient w/ those please :)
Warnings: none that i can think of. reid is very emo in drabble 2 and it’s funny if you know the context of the mr brightside joke on my blog lmao, but that should be it.
1) 400 Lux, Lorde
“Why don’t you drive?” Luke Alvez turned briefly to face his passenger, then quickly averted his gaze back to the road, adjusting his wrist where it rested on the top of the steering wheel. “Not that I mind give you a ride, I don’t. I just wondered.”
Spencer Reid was silent for a moment before he answered Luke. “I don’t know, I guess. I just don’t really like driving. And I got into the habit of Morgan or someone else giving me a ride when I was younger. They were being protective, I think, but now it just feels normal to carpool.”
Luke nodded. The streetlights illuminated the black tar of the seemingly endless stretch of residential road before, and the moon shone silver above them. With the pair having just got off the jet from a case, the world was quiet as could be.
They reached Reid’s flat and Reid unbuckled. “Want to come up and get some dinner?” he asked before he got out.
Luke grinned. “It’s almost 5:00. More like breakfast if you ask me.”
Reid shrugged. “I’ve got orange juice.”
The white painted lines marking parking spaces shone in bright contrast to the pitch colored asphalt as the two men strode to the building entrance, their minds exhausted and muddled as dark pools and their hearts soaring like white-hot beams of light.