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spncvr · 2 months

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HIII I kinda suck at writing so maybe you could take my idea and use your amazing writing skills and make something of it? (Only if you want ofc!!) hear me out yk how Spencer rambles about random facts and everything at the bau imagine if he had a partner (was a profiler as well) and that knew a lot about musics or movies and would ramble about it to him?

Ignore this if it sounds stupid 😭

rambles | s. reid

summary: you talk a lot, spencer doesn't mind.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: okay so idk if this counts as gn!reader?? but reader wears a dress lol. drinking, and again my terrible english,, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: hey beautiful!! this deffo does not sound stupid i had fun writing it but this is so bad im sorry i didn't do u justice *crying emoji* also im so sorry this took me forever to finish LMAOOO

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YOU CAN FEEL it.

In your spine, in your ears. The song’s quiet but it had you in its grip, tight and firm—music’s always been like that to you. It didn’t matter if it was Hendrix, Queen or even Chopin; it has always been the one thing to make you stop dead at your feet. It’s a feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. There wasn’t a word in the English language that could possibly describe how it made you feel. Perhaps, you think humorously, you ought to learn another language, or two.

You’re wearing this dress. This sweet, white silk thing that sweeps against your knees each time you take a step. The taste of expensive wine sits against your lips, lingering. The glass rests idly around your hand and your grip is careful. Expensive red wine and a cheap dress don't usually mix well together.

“You okay?”

You smile, teeth and all. Spencer who’s found his place next to you, furrows his eyebrows worry painted against his soft features. He looks tired. But he’s here, with the rest of the team; he always is.

“Fine,” you say, blasé. “You, Dr. Reid?”

His eyebrows raise slightly, “Yeah, fine.” then, “nice dress.” It’s a small whisper.

You brush your tongue against the wine on your lips. The comment catches you off guard—especially when he’s dressed like this and looks at you like that. So, all that leaves your wine-stained lips is a small: “Oh.” then, because you remember your manners you say, “Thank you.”

The song changes, and Spencer smiles, “The songs—” he says “they’re nice.”

“I—” You stop yourself from rambling because really, they’re more than nice. It’s Elle Fitzgerald. She’s—Her voice, her instrument is clear as a bell, with diction that’s almost impossible to misunderstand. Her rhythm is— well it’s, you can set her as the metronome for her own band. Which, well, isn’t exactly easy to do. The way she’s able to scoop and bend her pitches with such precision is, beyond, nice. So the song, really it’s, more than nice, it’s a masterpiece it’s—

“Uh, yeah, s’nice.” you pause, “More than nice, really.”

Spencer smiles, amused, “More than nice?” he echoes.

You clear your throat, “It— yeah. I mean, it’s Fitzgerald, you know…”

“I don’t know,” he says simply.

Figures, you think. “No, yeah. She’s, like, got this tone in her voice, you know? And it’s like she’s the one leading the band— with the rhythm, I mean. As in like, instead of the drummer, which isn’t exactly easy to do. You know, actually, some people say she — she’s got the voice of an angel. Or something along the lines; can’t really remember and—” you pause, slightly embarrassed at how much you’ve been talking.

“Er, sorry,” you mumble sheepishly. The edge of your shoes had suddenly become increasingly interesting. “didn’t mean to go on a tangent.”

Spencer kisses his teeth, and you look up to find him grinning. “No, uh,” he scratches the edge of his eyebrow. “You don’t need to apologize for talking about something you like.” He seems to think about his next words as he brushes his hand against your arm. It sends a shiver that lingers longer than the touch itself. Spencer Reid could be so cruel sometimes.

“I love listening to you talk.”

Your dress ends up wine-stained, anyway.

as usual my inbox is always open for requests (or just to talk lol) but it will take 192374 years to actually finish it,, reblogs are soo appreciated !! (u guys r always so kind idk why im asking for them) so is feedback btw!! (despretely in need of some)

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sweetlittleneptune · 1 month

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"You speak French??"

The translations were made by me, as I'm a native French speaker! tho, if you have any issues/questions/see any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out!

The fact that you never admitted to speaking French to the residents of the mansion was a simple lie of omission. You didn’t think it was that important at first, and then you also noticed how much of an advantage that was. This meant you could spy on some of residents without much trouble at all. Sadly, the charade couldn’t last forever.

NAPOLEON

He had a habit of rambling in French to himself. Random thoughts, most of them unimportant and simple little reminders to do something later. But every once in a while, he would mumble something that caught your attention, and you’d have to hold in your laughter. He had to stop though, once he realized you understood what he was saying and was absolutely humiliated.

It had been a rough day, and the man was frustrated. Between the bickering kids and the eccentric residents, he was practically boiling. That was reason enough to be mumbling insults and such.

“C’est juste des cons. Pas capable de se la fermer, tous inutiles.”

(They’re just idiots. Can’t shut up, useless.)

And it came out before you could even think about it. You just had to.

“Quand même, c'est un peu méchant M. Napoléon. Mais je l’admets… ils sont un peu lourds.”

(Well, that’s a bit rude Mr. Napoleon. But I’ve got to admit… they are a bit annoying)

The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Surprise, confusion, worry, all of it. Napoleon opened his mouth once, then closed it. he reopened it again and closed it once more. Third time’s the charm they say…

“Since when…?”

“Ah, that’s my little secret. Just don’t tell the other, will you?”

Suspicion crossed his face.

“Why?”

“You know, it’s a great advantage to have. Would be a shame to lose it.”

“You’re a devil Nunuche, but a smart one I’ll admit.”

And with a chuckle he left the room

COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN

You intended to tell him at first. When he started bringing you to all those dinners, galas, and parties for the aristocrats of the city. You wanted to speak with him and the other attendants. But as soon as they heard the accent in your “bonsoir”, they switched to English, and you rolled with it for some reason. Now it had been months, and you felt it would be weird to start speaking French now.

You were used to being ignored in conversations too. None of it was on purpose and you couldn’t take it personally when Comte was such a popular man to begin with! What you weren’t used to, though, was being disrespected right in your face as if you weren’t there.

The first comment had been something along the lines of “you finally found someone to give you a son!”

Your husband was quick to answer that he had chosen you because you were you. It had nothing to do with kids.

The second almost made you open your mouth. But it was no use. Comte made very sure to let him know he was crossing a limit and ended the conversation there.

“Some people lack manners, it seems. No use wasting more time on this unimportant discussion.”

You simply nodded and followed.

But then you wanted a little treat to eat, and the buffet was on the other side of the room. So, you left Comte for a moment to grab something. Sadly, the same man from earlier was there, chatting away with someone you didn’t know. As soon as he saw you, you knew something unpleasant would happen.

“Elle n’est rien de bien spécial, mais j’imagine qu’elle doit être particulièrement bonne au lit si le Comte de Saint-Germain a décidé qu’elle était bonne à marier. »

(she’s nothing special, but I guess she’s particularly good in bed if the Count of Saint-Germain has decided to make her his wife.)

You pondered for a moment if you should even grace him with an answer. It wouldn’t do any good, you knew that. But if the man had the galls to say it, he surely could listen to your answer, no?

“Monsieur, j’apprécierais sincèrement que vous vous absteniez de m’insulter en ma présence. Et puis, ce sont de riches paroles, venant de l’homme dont la femme est reconnue pour avoir plusieurs amants. Au moins, l’un de nous sait satisfaire son partenaire… "

(Sir, I would appreciate if you could hold back from insulting me in my presence. And this is rich, coming from the man whose wife is known to have several lovers. At least, one of us can satisfy their spouse…)

Red rose to the man’s face.

“Eh bien, je crois que le message est clair!

(Well, I think the message is clear!)

Comte’s voice made you jump in your place. You hadn’t heard him coming at all! You turned to look at him with shyness in your eyes, a bit worried he would scowl you for your action. But all he did was look at you with pride.

As you left though, he did ask where you learned to speak French.

“A while back, in my world.”

JEAN D'ARC

That night you were staying up late to clean up after one of Leonardo’s raids of the library. It was rotten work for sure, but someone had to do it and Sebastian was finishing up polishing of the silverware. So here you were, going through piles of books left on tables.

Time passed and after a while of not hearing any noise, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to sit down and read for a few minutes. There was a book that had caught your attention while cleaning up. It was a little book of French fables. Some of which you remembered reading back in school when you were young. Slowly, the stories caught your attention for good and the world around you faded.

That’s when Jean entered the room, in the hopes of finding some peace and some books to help him learn to write and read. Still hooked on your little island of nostalgia, you didn’t hear him at all. And him, not wanting to bother you, stayed in his little corner of the library.

An hour must have passed before your eyes left the pages of the book. But when you did, you were surprised to find you weren’t alone anymore. And you felt a bit cheap about being caught slacking on your job.

“I didn’t hear you come in, Jean. What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to read this book. But it’s hard, I don’t understand much…”

The poor man was trying to read “Les Misérables”, of course he was having a hard time understanding what all those fancy words meant! You held your chuckle in and handed him your fable book.

“You might find this one easier to read. You picked a rather daunting book to try to learn.”

“Oh but… you know I speak French mademoiselle. Your book-” You smiled.

“Take a look at the cover. What does it say?”

It took him a minute to decipher the sounds and the words, but he managed to read the title out:

“Les fables de La Fontaine.” Jean paused. “It’s in French…”

“Yes, it is.”

“You can read French?” there was curiosity in his eyes.

“Oui, mais pas que. Je le parle aussi.”

(Yes, but that’s not all. I can speak it too.)

“Je ne savais pas. Vous ne l’avez jamais dit.”

(I didn’t know. You never told us)

“It’s my little secret,” you answered with a smirk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should finish cleaning Leo’s mess.”

“Merci.”

“Bienvenue!”

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first-edition · 2 years

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“I didn’t have any plans.”

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Spencer x reader

Cw-Fluff, angst, library kisses.

Semi admitting feelings for you

“I didn’t have any plans.” Spencer says sitting cross cross in his chair.

“Good you can come with me to the library!” You say ruffling his hair.

“Ooh yes in need to find a new boook.” He says

“A book that pretty boy hasn’t read is gonna be a challenge.” Morgan says as you grab your bag. And spencer get up getting his.

“Night!” Emily says waving. You smile and wave back

———

You two walk into the library and you immediately walk to the romance section.

Scanning the shelf up and down taking out books reviewing them and then putting them back when you’ve found nothing.

“Y/n..” he says quietly not to disturb anyone nearby.

“Hmm?” You ask scanning the books.

“Can I ask you something.” He says

“Go for it.” You say

“This might seem out of the blue but with sam…how did you know he wasn’t good for you.” He says

“Oh um…hmm? I don’t know how to nessisarly explain that with out exposing myself. Hmm well for one im a profiler i guess and i don’t want someone who i can look at and know everything about, i like puzzles and sam was too easy. That sound rude but i just…that girl you were talking about a few months ago you still t-talking to her?” You ask .

“Yeah we talk everyday actually” he says rubbing his neck and talking a random book off the shelf.

“Okay then how do you know that she’s the one.. i mean its been long enough you should just tell tell her..” you say slightly hurt to tell him to go off with another woman even though you haven’t told him how you feel.

“Well.. she’s kind for one, after work shell tell me about her highs and her lows, when she’s not busy she gets me coffee with extra creamer, she’s selfless and smart, she’s friends with everyone around her and does the most when solving the cases.” He rambles but cuts himself off.

“She’s an agent.” You say blankly “sh-shit..yes.” He huffs you nod he shakes his hand and flips through the book he’s holding but quickly puts it back when realizing its fifty shades of grey.

“I um….I didn’t know you liked anyone at work.” You say turning to the book shelf focusing on the books.

“I shouldn’t have told you that..” he says “tell me more.” You say turning back to him.

“Sh-she does little things to make everyone happy. She goes shopping with Penelope, bring Morgan game ticket…” he moves closer to you “…takes extra time so notch can spend time with his family, brings family games for jj and her son, makes sure Rossi gets enough sleep…” he moves closer to you you’re back hitting the shelf blocking you from moving.

“…she spends nights with Emily watching movies…and when Elle was still around…helped her through the hospital.” He says his face moving closer to yours.

Now realizing he’s talking about you. “A-and what does she do for you?”

“Invites me to book stores, goes to cafes to watch the rain, straightens my ties, organizes my desk,…exists…and….made me fall in love with her.” He says his golden brown eyes looking into yours. “The shes in love with you too.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back his hands gripping your waist. The kiss deepens as his hands move under your shirt his cold hands feeling your waist and lower back.

“S-Spence.” You gasp

“Can i ask you something.” You say he nods eagerly at you.

“When you said you didn’t have any plans tonight did you mean it?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies.

“Good….you do now.” You say grabbing his hand and walking out of the library.

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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k cool calm but fwb!eren who when u smoke weed together with your friends he shotguns with you, exhaling the smoke into ur open mouth and ur inhale it xoxo

everyone knows ur fucking atp they're just waiting for yall to date tbh

why is everyone SO obsessed w eren and shotgunning the amount of req's i get abt this w him. but imma write it everytime. SEND UR HORNKEE EREN ASKS !!

₊˚*ೃ content: smoking (weed), making out, suggestive stuff, black!coded reader.

if you've been here for a while, hey, you probably know how i sectioned off the aot gangs living arrangements. but for the sake of clarity, eren, jean and armin bought a house together and live in it during college, just to set the scene yuh know.

anyways everyone's @ the house, even the marley kids, y'all just chilling, having your required monthly dinner at the boys house. began hanging out w them because you were friends with mikasa and sasha, who introduced you to everyone else. from the second you met eren there was instant attraction, and neither of y'all were good at hiding it. one thing let to the next, and now yall have been fucking on the low for the past few months.

everyones scattered between chair, couches, and the floor, as some random anime hums lowly in the background. everyone's got their shit out, bongs, pre-rolls, bowls, the whole deal. you, eren and connie are sitting on the couch, the boys on either side of you as connie passes the blunt to eren. his hand is draped not so subtly across your thighs as your legs sit on top of his, your back pressed against connies shoulder.

the second eren gives you his little devious ass look, you know he's about to do some bold outta pocket shit just cause he can. he squeezes your thigh as he takes a hit, holding it in his lungs as he maintains eye contact with you. he motions for you to move forward with his hand, taking the blunt outta his hands. you raise your eyebrow in question, only for his hand to raise to your neck, gently moving you closer to his lips. everything about it is so sensual...too sensual. when he opens his mouth you do the same, waiting for the inevitable flow of smoke to transfer into your waiting mouth. he's close, but he refuses to slot his lips against yours like he had done a few hours prior. you inhale, taking the smoke from his mouth deep into your lungs, before blowing it out in your face.

by the time you're done with your little spectacle, the room has gone silent and everyone is staring at you, completely unamused.

"y'all are fucking nasty. get a room, and get the fuck off of me." connie says as he pushed you into erens chest, your arms wrapping themselves around his torso to steady yourself. he laughs and wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer in.

elles ramblings: my husband. mine.

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marylily-my-beloved · 5 days

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haee-elia · 1 year

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1x04 - plain sight

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (reader is non-bau agent)

summary: in which spencer reid gets some advice to ask out his best friend as a gift on his birthday

word count: 3684 (HOW DO THESE JUST KEEP GETTING LONGER)

warnings: mentions of tommy killer (he r*ped and killed) although no mention directly of his crimes. no gore or descriptive language

a/n: wow! i’ve written so much in these past few weeks, wowee! i’ve planned the next few episodes and i’m really excited to get started on a few of them. i am currently rewatching criminal minds and planning as i watch each episode again (this is my third time going through the entire series)

i just wanna say, thanks for so much of the support whether you’re a lurker, you’ve liked, reblogged, or commented. i very much appreciate just overall any love on my writing!

here’s the masterlist of the rest of the one shots

and here’s the premise of what i’m doing

You had a very large smile on your face as you stood behind Spencer, standing next to Elle, JJ, and Morgan singing the BAU’s resident genius a very, very happy birthday.

Although you weren’t part of the BAU team, you were extremely close to all the younger members of the team. So much so that Agent Gideon and Agent Hotchner didn’t even blink twice if they saw you in the bullpen, accompanying one of the team members. You had first met the BAU team members through one of your best friends at the bureau, Penelope Garcia.

Outside of the office, you enjoyed baking pastries, desserts, and other goods and you would often bring them to work and drop them off in the various break rooms around the buildings. You didn’t realize that Penelope enjoyed your cupcakes enough to devise a hunt on who was leaving the baked goods and to say you were mildly surprised that random Tuesday morning bringing in brownies after baking them the night before.

It was safe to say you became fast friends with eclectic and funky technical analyst. Penelope then introduced you to the BAU and you found that you fit right in. You and Morgan often reminisced about both of your fathers that died on duty to their respective police departments. You and JJ enjoyed organizing a 1 on 1 game of soccer to get a quick workout in. You and Elle, the newest addition to the BAU team, traded family recipes, both coming from Spanish households.

However, there was one member of the team that the moment you met, you just clicked with, even more than Penelope. That member was Dr. Spencer Reid, the young 23, now 24, year old genius who was a better expert in anything than anyone you had ever met.

On weekends when the BAU didn’t have a case, you and Spencer would get a coffee and walk around bookshops in the D.C. area. If you saw a documentary or play being held nearby, you would check with Spencer if he wanted to join you. When he found out you couldn’t ride a bike, he offered to teach you and took you to the park where you spent the day laughing and bonding over scrapped knees. Sometimes, you would walk into the bullpen and Spencer would have a new factoid about baking and others, he would have a whole new recipe that he thought you might like. You two just meshed together really well.

Spencer, who seemed more awkward and shy at first, quickly opened up to you once you made it known that you didn’t care if he rambled on about something new he learned or that you didn’t find it weird how he could read quickly yet didn’t fully trust new technology.

You, who struggled with people pleasing and perfectionism, weren’t afraid to show flaws and mistakes in front of Spencer who encouraged you that your slightly lopsided souffle still tasted great and that the neighbor at your apartment complex who you had spent a year and a half to befriend wasn’t worth your time or effort anymore.

Unfortunately, being so close with Spencer meant you knew all of him and it was impossible to squash the blazing crush your heart and mind had set on him. Both of you were single and it technically wasn’t prohibited to date within the bureau if you were on different teams, like you and Spencer are, but after knowing the man for about a year and a half and spending so much time with him, you were almost sure he wasn’t interested in you.

He hadn’t made any move to ask you out or turn any of your regular outings into a date and you were being incredibly not subtle about your affections on the young genius to the point that you would definitely question his ability as a profiler if he wasn’t able to pinpoint your adoration and crush on him.

The smartest thing for you to do would be to distance yourself from Spencer and maybe try and get over him by going on dates, but everytime you thought about doing so, you would get a call from Spencer and it was like your heart couldn’t tell him no.

Which brought you to present day, singing happy birthday and celebrating Spencer’s 24th birthday with the rest of the BAU team. Spencer, dressed in a checkerboard light blue shirt with a ridiculous birthday hat shaped like a cartoon birthday cake that Derek had bought for him, was sitting at his desk in front of a cake you had made him.

As you ended the celebratory happy birthday song, you watched as Spencer went to blow out the candles and they kept relighting.

Derek was jokingly mocking him, telling him he was full of hot air, and JJ and Elle were laughing quietly as Spencer kept blowing at the candles.

You decide to take some pity on the situation and tell him, “Spence,” You address, not noting the way Spencer immediately looked towards you when you called him, “They’re trick candles that Derek bought. No matter how much blowing they’ll never go out.”

Derek awed now that his prank was done and JJ left briefly to go get a cup of water to be able to put the still lit candles out. You just came up closer to Spencer.

“Happy birthday, Spence!” You wish him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him from behind. It was a bit awkward since he was sitting down and you were standing up, but his height made it easier.

As JJ came back and took off the candles, Elle was ready with the cake knife that you had brought along with the cake, paper plates, and utensils.

“Aw, come on,” Derek playfully complained as he saw the inside of the cake, “Vanilla? Really, that’s so boring!” He said even though his eyes told a different story.

You chuckled and patted Spencer’s shoulders with your hands before moving to help Elle get slices cut for everyone, “Alright, Derek. When it’s your birthday, you get to choose the flavor.” You reprimand him, equally as playful in tone.

“And,” You add, “Vanilla isn’t boring. A good vanilla is the best flavor there it.” You hand off one of the paper plates to Spencer who looked ready to dig into his favorite flavor of cake.

He nodded along to what you were saying as well, “Did you know that when vanilla first left Mexico in the early 1500s, it was thought to only have value as an ingredient and aromatic in perfumes? It wasn’t until 1519 that it was discovered to the Spaniards to be useful as a flavoring.”

You smiled, “No, I didn’t know. That’s really cool. Vanilla is one of my favorite flavors to bake with.” You say, “Did you know that vanilla is still the most popular ice cream flavor in the U.S?”

Spencer nodded, his mouth chewing the moist vanilla cake that you had made the night before in preparation of his birthday.

In fact, he was actually over at your apartment as you baked his cake. You at first argued against him being there, wanting his cake to be a surprise, but he convinced you that you were only baking the cakes that night and you were going to wait to frost it in the morning. And of course, you couldn’t say no to Spencer so he sat on one of your barstools as you mixed up ingredients for the vanilla cake batter. He also licked the spatula and bowl clean afterwards and you allowed it because he was the birthday boy (you also couldn’t say no to Spence).

“Oh my god,” You heard Elle say, “This is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

JJ and Derek chuckled and you beamed under the praise, “Just wait until your birthday, Elle. I’ll make you that Caramel Flan recipe you gave me.”

“I would literally kiss you.” She stated, her eyes widened just with the thought of the delicious Cuban dessert.

“Pucker up,” You joked and turned your cheek to Elle, leaning your cheek closer and tapping on it. All of you laughed and JJ and Derek broke off in conversation with Elle about the other cakes and desserts you had made them for their birthdays.

“I don’t think I’ve told you thank you,” Spencer says to you while picking at his cake slice, “Thanks for making my cake and for doing all this,” He gestures to the small birthday decorations around his desk.

You shrugged it off, “Spence, you are my best friend, of course I would do all this. Plus, it was my treat.”

Spencer blushed, an easy and common occurrence, “Don’t let Penelope hear you call me your best friend.” He playfully warned, pointing the end of his fork at you jokingly.

You both chuckled, “I would never hear the end of it, that’s for sure.” You stand up straighter and exclaim, “Oh!”

You move around Spencer’s desk and he watches as you bend down and reveal a bag, being grasped in your hand.

Spencer once again pointed his fork at you, “We agreed on no gifts.” He stated, eyeing the bag you were holding that had a big happy birthday text on the front surrounded by glitter.

“You agreed on no gifts.” You replied, handing the bag off to your best friend, “I said no such thing.”

He pulled the first thing out of the bag, it was a pack of socks. Funky socks that you had found at different thriftstores.

“That’s just to add to your sock collection.” You say as he inspects them, you point down at his own socks that he’s wearing right now, “You can mix and match them all you like.”

He grins and compliments your taste, looking at the cool patterns, before reaching again into the bag and pulling out a navy blue neck pillow.

“For the long plane rides. So your neck doesn’t ache as badly.” You explain.

He thanks you and places it on his desk, pulling out the next gift. It was just a simple Barnes & Noble gift card. You made sure you didn’t pick a card that would show the price because you knew Spencer would scold you for giving him $100 to spend on books.

“You’ve mentioned some new books coming out soon.” You simply state. “There’s one more thing in there.”

The last thing in the gift bag was a special item, something that you would never dare tell Spencer what you paid for it. It was a book light, one that could be wrapped around his neck and then beamed warmer light, not fluorescent brightness.

You smile, “You told me about how you had to get reading glasses the other day because your eyes were straining a lot when reading. I saw this and thought the warmer light could help with the eye straining and you could read better.”

He returned your smile, looking down at the light and checking it out.

“It’s some new technology or something, but I swear it’s super simple. All you have to do is press the button on the side and it uses batteries. I think you can dim it too.” You explain.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” He stutters, “This has to be the most thoughtful gift I’ve gotten in a long time.” He says.

You don’t say anything, knowing he was probably thinking about his mother and how she is living in the care facility all the way back in Las Vegas.

You kiss the top of his head, “Happy Birthday, Spence.” You say.

The birthday celebration is shortly lived when Agent Gideon and Agent Hotchner walk over to your group gathered at Spencer’s desk.

“Sorry, guys, the party’s over.” Agent Hotchner says, “We’re going to San Diego.”

The team sulks and wishes Spencer once more, a happy birthday and then splits off, going to get ready to fly out. You clean up the mess from the cake left behind and smile at Spencer as he also debates on leaving you here, alone.

“I’ll see you when you get back, Spence.” You say, gathering used plates and utensils, “We can go grab some takeout or something.”

“I-I’d love that.” He says as he grabs his gifts and his satchel bag, “I’ll, um, call you when we’re landing.”

You nod and wave to him as he leaves the bullpen area, leaving your aching heart behind as well.

Later, Spencer sits with Elle waiting for the unsub to call into the San Diego Police Department tip line after claiming they made an arrest to the Tommy Killer. An arrest that the BAU team knew they could orchestrate to lure out the real Tommy Killer.

Spencer ponders outloud, “Do you think it’s weird that I knew the ballad?” He asks Elle.

Derek had made a comment that Spencer knew was supposed to be a joke, but it still made him wonder. Is his vast database of knowledge a factor in why he doesn’t date or get dates? Does it make him unattractive or undesirable? Is it an annoyance? Do people just tolerate him?

Elle shakes her head, “I don’t know how it is that you know half the things you know but I’m glad you do.” She replies.

“Do you think it’s why I can’t get a date?” He prods again, wanting her opinion on the subject since she is a woman.

“You ever ask anyone out?” She prods back.

Spencer shakes his head, “No.” He responds.

Elle points at him, “That’s why you can’t get a date.” She states.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, “How would one go about that?” He inquires, “Asking one out on, uh, on a date.” He shyly implores.

Elle seems a little shocked before she looks at him questioningly and sees him fiddle with his hands and then look down at his feet and smile. She follows his line of vision to see that Spencer had changed socks, specifically into the ones you had just given him for his birthday.

“Oh my god,” She says, realizing what Spencer was inherently asking, “You wanna ask out-”

She nearly points it verbally and Spencer sits up straighter and tenses up knowing what she is going to say, but he is saved by the bell, or at least by the ringing of a phone.

“Detective Martin.” He hears the man introduce himself to hopefully would be the real Tommy Killer. Spencer moves out of his seat quickly and towards the detective on call, leaving Elle speechless and a little bit flabbergasted by the deduction she made. His heart slowly calms down and he wipes his hands on his pants before gladly moving focus to the case.

God, he’s never been so thankful for a rageful unsub.

And finally, at the end of the Tommy Killer case on the plane with the rest of the team in bound for Quantico once again, Spencer sat against one of the comfortable BAU jet seats. It was a longer flight back home, from San Diego, California to Quantico, Virginia, but it sure did helped that they rode in style and comfortably.

He looked out one of the small airplane windows to see the night sky. He was putting your gifts to good use as well. The neck pillow was around his neck in a bulky manner, his socks that he wore were from the variety pack you had gotten him, and as Spencer rifled through his satchel bag to grab a book to read for the rest of the flight, he also gingerly took your gift in hand.

Spencer took the neck pillow off of the back of his head and stuffed it into his bag before taking out his latest book and the book light you had gotten him.

He was just setting it up to read his book when he heard a mix between a chuckle and a scoff from somewhere else on the plane. He turned to see Derek.

“Sorry, pretty boy,” Derek said, although his tone wasn’t sorry at all, “It’s just-” He gestured around his own neck and pointed at Spencer’s.

“This whole thing? C’mon boy genius, what even is that?” He asks while stifling a laugh.

Spencer can feel his face turn beet red and he quickly goes to defend his new gift, a gift that you gave him, “I-it helps reduce eye strain when reading!”

JJ pipes in and playfully shoves Derek’s shoulder, “Oh come on, Derek, lay off him. You know who gave it to him.”

Then Elle interjects, “Could this be the same person who Spencer wants to ask out?” She asks the group.

“Ask out?” JJ reiterates before getting a confirmation in the form of Elle nodding, “Oh my gosh, Spencer, you should totally ask her out!” She encourages.

“Do you even know how to ask someone out, pretty boy?” Derek teases. Spencer’s face, if possible, turns even more red as he goes to avoid the question.

The group took Spencer’s silence as a cry for help apparently, because next thing Spencer knows, all three are giving him advice on how to ask out someone. Advice that Spencer really didn’t need solicited to him.

“He should invite her over to his place!”

“No, no, no! Take her to a classy dinner!”

“What about a movie date?”

He sighs and puts his book and his new book light (which doesn’t fail to bring a smile to his face everytime he sees it) back in his satchel bag and gets up from his seat. The group of three don’t even notice Spencer walking to the other half of the plane, the more quiet end housing Hotch doing paperwork and Gideon sitting in front of a chess board.

He takes a seat in front of Gideon and inspects the chess board and the current state of both sides. Chess with Gideon made sense. He didn’t have people in his ear telling him what to do or nervousness creep up on him every time he saw a board. He knew chess. Chess was much more simple.

Gideon looks at Spencer for a bit and the two interchange pieces quickly and it isn’t long until half the board is gone and the game slows down a bit.

“Oh,” Gideon says before reaching into his pocket, “I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Spencer acknowledges, mostly focusing on the chess game at hand.

Gideon hands Spencer an envelope, “Forgot to give it to you at the party.” He simply explains.

Spencer is a bit confused, “But you don’t give birthday presents.” He states as a fact.

He opens the envelope and finds two tickets and he reads the header text on them out loud, “Sir Law Table?” He says. It only makes him more confused.

Gideon corrects his pronunciation with a smile, “Sur La Table.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to make sense of the gift, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s a 6-week cooking course.” Gideon explains, “For two.” He adds. “Do you cook a lot?”

“I can’t say that I do.” Spencer responds.

Gideon waves off his confusion, “You’re gonna love it.”

“Sure,” Spencer replies, “Are you a good cook?”

“Yes, I like to think I am.” Giden chuckles, “But those tickets are not for you and me.” He points out.

Now this leaves Spencer even more confused, “They’re not?”

“No.”

“Who for then?” He inquires.

There’s a glimmer in his eye, a youthful and playful one that Spencer doesn’t quite recognize in Gideon, “For the only person in the world that calls you Spence.”

It leaves Spencer speechless, still holding the two tickets in his hand. Just at the mere mention of you, his hands start to clam up a bit and he can feel his heart starting to beat a little faster.

Gideon smirks, “It’s a perfect way to ask a girl out on a first date.”

“W-wh-what?” Spencer stutters. “B-b-but how do I-- what do I--,” He clears his throat and tries to verbally put together his racing thoughts, “What if she says no?”

“She won’t.” Gideon simply states. He leaves Spencer to the rest of his thoughts as he moves a pawn on the board.

It seems that Spencer has calmed his mind and thoughts as he glances at the tickets again, rubbing his fingers between the paper of the two raffle style tickets.

Gideon can see the cogs turning in the boy genius’s mind slowly start working at a normal speed again and it seems like Spencer has made up his own mind when he turns his attention back to the board, but only for a small second.

Spencer moves his bishop across the board and pauses to look up at Gideon with his own playful sparkle now in his eye, “Checkmate.” He says and then leaves Gideon to the thoughts of the game before returning to his own seat where his bag still stays.

Gideon watches as Spencer waves off the three younger BAU members and whatever they were wanting to say to the youngest member of the team.

It’s only a few hours later and after the BAU jet lands that Hotch, JJ, Elle, Derek, and Gideon gather around waiting for the elevator to arrive that they all turn around to now face the glass doors that enter into the bullpen to watch a very happy sight.

Spencer approaches you and says something that the group can’t quite make out so far away with some type of paper or papers in his hand, but its clear what the reaction is when you nod your head and gleefully respond to something that looks like a large yes and launch into Spencer with a gigantic hug.

You and Spencer are still intertwined in your hug when Spencer spots the rest of his team outside, watching through the glass doors. He gives Gideon a nod and mouths a thank you just as the elevator arrives to bring everyone home.

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Title: All I do is try, try, try

part 2 here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

WC: 860

AN: short little blurb. not edited or proofread. Basically just wrote my feelings and this came out. Italics are readers thoughts

Ever since she entered the BAU she knew one thing, Spencer Reid was the man of her dreams. She had made it her mission to get as close to the shy resident genius, hoping to spend countless nights wrapped around his arms, surrounded by a peaceful embrace.

They developed a beautiful friendship, one that had her dreaming about a life with Spencer, one where she did not have to go home after their movie ended, one where she did not have to return his cardigan before leaving. But what she never imagined was how quickly her world would come crashing down.

It started with little questions that got her hopes up that maybe the shy doctor actually reciprocated the feelings she had towards him, “do you believe in soulmates?” he asked one day. Two week later there would be a new, random question, “what are your favorite flowers?” “sunflowers,” she replied without hesitation. Which prompted a wonderful ramble, the ones that she loved so much about how sunflowers represented loyalty, adoration,and in some cultures unconditional love. It prompted her to think she had him, she envisioned them twisted in bed sheets, bottles of wine on the floor both of them living for the hope of it all.

She had found herself canceling her plans on their days off in hopes he’d call. She was lost in the wonderful wonderland she had created. But reality had to strike soon, crumbling her word, reminding her he was never hers to begin with.

It was all thanks to the question he asked her as they were taking the subway home one night, “so there's this girl, and I really like her and I needed to know if bringing her flowers to work would be too much, what do you think?”

There's a girl. Of course there is a girl. Of course his heart never belonged to me. I wonder who it is. JJ, maybe? Or Elle, maybe Penny, she does light up everyone’s day with her presence.

“Yeah, Spencer, take the plunge do it”

That night she went home, ready to accept the offer she had been given to join Interpol. She knew that as much as she loved him, seeing him happy with someone else would hurt too much.

The next day she went around the team saying her goodbyes, failing to notice Spencer walking in, a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and his signature coffee cup on the other. Coffee that didn’t last long when he overheard Morgan say , “pretty girl, such a shame you are leaving us”

“ You are leaving,” Spencer’s voice cracked as he said it. Taking a deep breath she said, “bubs, can we talk?”

Spencer followed her to the empty office next to Hotch, weary of all the eyes he felt on his back silently following them. As soon as they crossed the threshold he reached for her, cupping her face and repeating over and over, “what can I do? What can I do to get you to stay?”

“Spencer, as much as I love your voice you need to hear me, please hear me and then let me go.” a frustrated sigh leaving his lips followed by a nod encouraging her to continue. “I don’t remember many midnights but the one when I met you still haunts my wildest dreams and it's terrifying because I don’t remember who I used to be, you will be the beautiful ghost whose “what if” will always haunt me. And sometimes the love I feel for you makes me feel like I'm drowning, gasping for air and it makes me wonder how I am still standing. And bubs, this is me trying, this is me trying to say goodbye to my old self, because I don’t belong alongside that version of myself, not anymore.” She paused, to take out an old blue cardigan, one that Spencer quickly recognized as his. He watched her place it around her shoulders and say “ you once said this was your favorite, I want to keep it. This old cardigan, the one you forgot you loved. Because, I need to remember that you were real. That you weren’t a fiction conjured by my imagination. That I watched you breathe, cry, live and be your wonderful self. Spencer I am scared of being nothing, being nobody’s person, but now you need to go. You need to go and tell the person you love that you love them. Don’t wait until it's too late like you did.”

“I place it around my shoulders like your old favorite cardigan, the one you forgot you loved

As she turned around, she knew she had turned into her worst fears, she had set her heart on finding a version of herself that she didn’t even know if it existed or not. She barely there whispers of Spencer, “you’re my person, you’re my everything.” He would spend his nights cursing her name, wishing she would stay, wishing she had given him the opportunity to calm the invisible fire haunting her. The memory of her beautiful ghost represented by the wilting sunflowers on the corner of his already messy desk.

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would really appreciate it if anyone wants a part 2 because my heart cant take sad endings

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