like imagine him in your lap whilst you play with his hair and he talks about Star Wars jfdgkhfdjghdkjghd

I'd probably have to tell him to slow down at points so I can understand his ramblings but otherwise go ahead Spence. Like I might not give 2 shits about Star Wars or Star Trek for that matter (I just never had any interest) but please go ahead, by all means how long did the prototype span for?

When he tells Morgan that he had a late night and thinks it was him pointing out all the scientific inaccuracies in Star Trek and Pretty Boy goes 'there's actually not that many...' like you want to elaborate?

Same with the episode where he comes in talking to I think Prentiss? But he's talking her ear off about the origins of Halloween, while I know some of it, could definitely use a refresher.

drowning in love

“(y/n), hi!”, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

you turned around and were instantly greeted enveloped in a hug from your favourite person ever. wait no scratch that – you were enveloped in a hug from a very dear friend of yours whom you had no romantic attachment to whatsoever (you’d read online that a positive mindset and repeated affirmations and manifestations stating that your crush was just a friend – was a key part in getting over someone).

“hey Spence. oof. someone’s feeling particularly clingy today.” you said smiling at him to let him know you were joking (well joking to an extent- your heart palpitations had started to begin again, and you really didn’t know if being this close to him was good for you).

“it feels like i haven’t seen you in ages. not since our movie night – and that was a while ago,” he murmured into your ear, still not letting go of you.

“need i remind you that we literally see each other every day? if anything, i’ve not not seen you in ages,” you replied, breaking away from his arms.

“i know that silly.” for a second his smile broke, and he looked almost lost. was he upset that you let go of him? no that couldn’t be it. “but it doesn’t feel the same, you know. something’s felt off for the last couple of weeks. i don’t know how to describe it”

Noooooo Spencer come back!

Also not to be Spencer but here’s some random aquarium facts;

Some starfish have teeth—Aristotle’s lantern

Coral bleaching is legit coral throwing up the algae in its system b/c of how hot it is & thus dies b/c of the symbiotic relationship b/t the 2

Last one, once you see one aquarium have Cassiopeia jellyfish (upside down jellyfish; once again having a symbiotic relationship w/ algae), it’s not the same

Anyways sorry it took me a wee bit to read this part.

do the stars gaze back ?

overview: the reader is hopelessly, head over heels in love with spencer (the other option is that they believe they have carbon monoxide poisoning) and thinks he doesn't feel the same way.

genre: angsty-ish (?), fluff-ish(?), PINING (so much pining), friends to lovers teehee

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

a/n: hiii ! omg this is my first ever fanfic and asdhfsdfjhgdhjfs i'm super scared and excited rn. i just wanna say tysm for taking the time to read this and especially thank you to @samuel-de-champagne-problems, @jemilyisms and @spencerreidat3am for taking a look at my drafts ! i totally was not projecting onto reader, the entire time, and writing about my real-life scenario where my i'm in love with my best friend and she doesn't like me back ahahahah. anyways if anyone wants to cry about unrequited love come to me and lets cry together. the title is based on this stardust quote and idk it kinda fits the theme of unknown unrequited love - ahhh i'm just waffling at this point. i hope you enjoy the fic :) <3 !

-

-

it had been a couple weeks since you’d last hung out with Spencer by yourself. after forcing him to re-watch your favourite film ‘stardust’ for the 80th time together, you found yourself tucked away in his arms; his hands tracing circles gently against your back, whilst you both lay on the sofa.

you’d almost confessed there and then.

it hadn’t been the first time that you both sought each other out whilst watching a film; you were always almost touching in some way or another. a head on a shoulder. legs draped across one another. pinkies intertwined. it had taken him a long time to get used to your love language, touch, and now you both of you couldn’t go too long without touching each other in some way. platonically of course.

but this time you could barely suppress your feelings – the overwhelming urge to look up at him and tell him there and then that you were in love with him. Spencer Walter Reid.

oof, the feels on this.

but also the monoxide poisoning had me chuckling a little bit there (that sounds bad out of context but r e a d t h e f i c)

You Never Said

Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Warnings: Torture, dysphoria, blood, self harm tendencies, abuse, and rape mentioned, violating a body, deadnaming

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m not hearing nothin’!” Jack yelled, twirling his knife around in his hand. He slammed his hands down on the table, making me jump in my chair. “I said, tell me something interesting.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, curling my hands into fists. He wanted me to spill my guts out to Spencer, the man he knew I was in love with. Spencer, the man that was currently tied up on a chair in front of me. 

Keep reading

it's been a while since i've read this one, glad to have found it again

The Statistical Probability of Falling in Love

~ “Most of us have nicknames - annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power to call you.” - Vera Nazarian ~

Spencer is not a huge fan of nicknames. Part of it, of course, was the intense bullying he’d received as a child and teenager. Which was, frankly, rather hard to get past, even as an adult. He loved his BAU family, and for the majority of his time working with them, he felt loved and seen and accepted. But every so often Derek would make a comment that hit too close to home, Hotch would shut down one of his tangents with a slightly more annoyed tap than usual, Rossi would roll his eyes a little harder than usual, Penelope would seem genuinely overwhelmed, or Emily or JJ would be just a little too relieved to get to walk away as he began to ramble. It felt vastly unfair; Spencer wasn’t one to believe in karma, but there was something in him that felt like…maybe he deserved this acute loneliness. The brain he had been given, the intelligence he had…only for it to be received with…not hatred, exactly, but a sort of begrudged acceptance felt like a penance for the brain he was lucky to have, but never asked for.  

No one is perfect, but in those moments when he allows his anxieties and insecurities to get the better of him, Spencer can’t help but feel that his perceived imperfections are maybe too much? 

JJ is overly competitive, but Will loves that about her. Hotch is borderline humorless, especially when it comes to the job, but both Beth and Haley were able to see beyond that. Rossi is sarcastic, too wry sometimes for his own good, yet he is loved and respected. Derek can be testy to the point of meanness, and yet he always seems to be showered with affection by Penelope and many, many women. Penelope is quirky, sure, but always adored and never doubted. Emily could be borderline cruel and yet still manages to maintain a level of intimacy with the team that Spencer just does not seem to have. So, though nobody is perfect, Spencer is worried that he is so imperfect that his brain has muddled himself a hole he will never be able to leave. It feels like an absolutely hopeless situation…that is, until he meets you. 

It was after a particularly gnarly case in Los Angeles that Strauss decided to hire a new communications liaison. The publicity surrounding the case was fierce prior to the BAU’s arrival, but their involvement only brought more attention. The case was incredibly complicated and the investigation dragged on longer than anyone wanted it to. The press was practically vicious by the time the thing had been solved and, upon arriving back at Quantico, the whole team was shuffled into several meetings with Strauss regarding how best to handle press moving forward. Strauss didn’t want to add anyone to the team, nor did anyone else, really, but after an exploratory meeting with you, she was impressed and you were hired. 

Keep reading

same Spencer, same. I love giving peeps pet names/nicknames but I always have a hard time figuring them out and getting the courage to actually say it to the person. But also is y/n smooth as f yet comforting in this (like can i be this person?)