me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :
online numbers can really fuck you up when it comes to your creative work because you're sharing something you worked on with all your heart but it's very important to remember there's actual people behind those numbers. even if it's 1. that's one whole actual person. that's a human being who said "haha nice". that's a connection with a REAL person with a REAL life and REAL thoughts and feelings and experiences. like. damn. that should mean something
band camp, 2019. there was an infestation. i started eating them to get rid of them. i have since eaten cockroaches, crickets, grasshoppers, and those little green grass spiders.
Summary: You surprise Spencer about your pregnancy, only to find out he already knew.
There's no description of reader's body type, weight, skin color or hair.
The plan had been perfect.
You'd bought the tiny pair of socks weeks ago, hiding them in the back of your dresser drawer every time Spencer walked into the room. You'd rehearsed what you were going to say at least a hundred times.
Tonight was supposed to be the night. Spencer just got back from a trip to Ohio, one that'd taken him away from Virginia for over two weeks. You couldn't keep this secret for much longer. Your belly was starting to grow, and who knows how noticable it will be when Spencer comes back from his next case.
Spencer was working late on paperwork at the dining room table, glasses sliding down his nose as he typed away on his laptop. You stood in the hallway clutching a small white gift bag, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it from across the apartment.
"Spence? Do you have a minute, baby?" You ask softly while peering into the room, bag hidden behind your back.
"Hm? Yeah, what's up?" he answered without looking up.
"I got you something." You say stepping into the room and pulling the bag from behind you.
That made him glance up. His brows furrowed a bit in confusion. "A gift? It's not my birthday."
You smiled nervously. "Just open it."
He looked immediately suspicious. "You've been smiling like that for three days."
"I have not." You tried to suppress your grin.
"You have." He chuckled.
"I haven't!"
"You absolutely have."
You rolled your eyes and shoved the bag into his hands. "Just open it, Spence."
Spencer laughed softly and pulled out the tissue paper covering his surprise. Then he froze as his eyes landed on the bottom of the bag. He pulled out the pair of tiny white socks. They looked ridiculously small in his hands as he cupped them tenderly.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, his is eyes lifted slowly to yours.
You felt tears already threatening. "Surprise?"
The biggest smile you'd ever seen spread across his face. "I knew it."
You blinked and your jaw dropped. "Wait."
Spencer started laughing.
"Wait!" you repeated. "How did you already know? I've been so careful, so I could surprise you!"
"I suspected." Spencer holds your gaze.
"Spencer!"
"I'm serious."
"No! No, absolutely not. There is no way you knew." You shook your head.
"I didn't know for certain," he corrected. "I suspected."
You crossed your arms. " What? How long?"
Spencer looked almost sheepish. "About a month."
"A MONTH?!" You gasped. You couldn't believe this.
"You started drinking ginger tea every morning." Spencer pointed to the pack of ginger tea packets on the kitchen counter.
"That's not evidence!" You argued.
"You hate ginger."
"I could've changed my mind!"
He gave you an 'are you serious' look. "I very clearly remember you telling me you'd rather swallow tea made from boiled rusted nail water than eat anything with ginger."
"Okay, fair." You grumbled.
He stood from his chair and walked over to you, pulling you into his arms. His touch was warm against your skin.
"You were also nauseous every morning for almost two weeks. That's when I really started wondering if you were okay." He mumbled into your temple.
"Lots of things cause nausea." You pointed out.
"You cried because a dog in a commercial learned how to sit."
Your face burned. "That dog worked really hard."
Spencer laughed. "You've also been taking naps."
"I take naps."
"You've never voluntarily taken naps."
"...Okay."
"And-"
"There's more?!" You turned to look him in the eye. Sometimes you forgot how observant he was.
"There was the day you almost bought prenatal vitamins before realizing I was standing next to you."
Your mouth fell open. "I thought you didn't see that!"
"I notice everything about you. I love you, and I want to know everything that's going on with you."
You groaned and buried your face in your hands. "I spent weeks planning this surprise."
"It was still a surprise. I mean, I wasn't sure. You confirmed it for me." Spencer gently rubs soothing circles into your shoulders. "I knew something was different. I had a theory. But I wasn't going to say anything until you were ready."
Your chest squeezed.
Spencer reached for your hands.
Suddenly the tears you'd been holding back spilled over.
His smile immediately disappeared when he noticed. "Oh no."
You laughed through the tears. "It's happy crying."
"Statistically speaking, people say that right before more crying."
You nodded. "Accurate. I definitely feel more tears coming. "
Spencer gently wiped a tear from your cheek. "You're really pregnant?"
The wonder in his voice made your heart ache. You nodded. "Yeah."
For the first time all evening, he looked genuinely overwhelmed. His eyes became glassy. "You are."
"I am." You grinned slightly. These hormones were seriously throwing you all over the place.
"We're having a baby... I'm having a baby with my best friend." Spencer whispered. A disbelieving laugh escaped him. He seemed a bit shocked. "We're having a baby."
You laughed too. "That's generally how pregnancy works, yes."
Spencer wrapped his arms around you so quickly you nearly stumbled.
The hug was tight, like he couldn't quite believe you or this moment was real. You felt him press his face into your hair. "I've been reading parenting books."
You pulled back. "You WHAT?"
His ears turned pink. "Only six."
"ONLY SIX?"
"I wanted to be prepared."
"You thought I was pregnant and immediately started studying?" You were in disbelief. Of course Spencer would immediately hit the books.
"That's usually how I handle things."
You couldn't stop laughing. "You're unbelievable."
"I know."
"What if I hadn't been pregnant? You would've been wasting your time."
Spencer shook his head. "First of all, learning, no matter the subject, is never a waste of time. Second of all, if you hadn't been pregnant now, I'd be helping prepare for the future when we did get pregnant."
His hand settled gently against your stomach. The gesture was tentative, almost reverent. Neither of you could feel anything yet. It was far too early.
But his eyes softened anyway. "You know," he murmured, "our kid is going to be smarter than both of us."
You snorted. "That's terrifying." You imagined having a tiny genius child running around the house.
"Very."
"Absolutely dangerous."
"Society may not survive."
You laughed as he kissed your forehead. Then he kissed your nose, your cheeks and lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. "I can't wait to meet them."
The emotion in his voice nearly made you cry again.
Spencer noticed immediately. "Oh no."
"It's happening again."
"The crying?"
"The crying."
He sighed dramatically and pulled you back into his arms. "Okay."
"What?"
"I'll go get tissues."
You laughed through your tears. "Good plan."
And as Spencer held you against his chest, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, he thought that for once in his life, knowing the answer beforehand hadn't made the surprise any less wonderful.
u know what i fucking love. is that it's so clear that many of us have important full time jobs. yet you can see us here on tumblr throughout the work day posting about the most unhinged shit possible. like we're really out here going to a meeting then coming back to tumblr like "shane drippy big dick bouncing on that thang" before running back to another meeting like Hi Linda yes I talked to the team earlier and we're ready to send the documents over. How was your weekend
logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know
