Hi, I just binge read your writing and it's so cute I just can't get this idea of out my head but what if the reader (any pronouns) starts carrying around a notebook to jot down things they find interesting when Spencer goes on his rambles. And no one really notices what they're noting down until Spencer finds the book on the plane because they forgot it
a/n (to anon): hi, ty!! oh i just love when spencer’s partner appreciates & encourages his rambles because he doesn’t really get that with the team. our boy deserves passion! i’m going to turn this into a little something if that’s ok! :)
spencer reid, to everyone who knows him, is complicated. he doesn’t disagree, but he’s sometimes confused as to why the people closest to him don’t see right through him. they may not think about it often, but the side glances and the subtle comments are telling. he loves his friends, he values them but he’s been through a lot. years worth of trauma manifesting in anger and anxiety and his friends chalk it up to complicated.
he doesn’t think anyone truly understands him.
he doesn’t think anyone has ever tried to.
but while he sits and wonders about just how alone he might be, you’re sitting and wondering what you did to deserve him in your life.
because to you, spencer reid is the most beautifully complicated man you have ever known.
you never knew watching someone stir their coffee (with an insane amount of sugar) in a mug with a label reading their name could be so intriguing.
or that the squeaky sound of converse on the sixth level floor could make you feel so safe.
it’s like every little thing that doesn’t mean anything means everything because it’s him.
you’re fairly certain he doesn’t know this, but when his voice picks up from his information bursts, when he starts speaking faster and his eyes light up with something you can only describe as passion you can’t help but feel like it’s your favorite thing in the world. like you’d sit there and listen to him intently for the rest of your life if that’s what would make him happy.
you can’t deny the inevitable crush for him that snuck up on you until it slammed into you full force. now you’re not sure if anyone else could ever make you feel the way he does.
the smiles for no reason, the soft and comforting touches somehow exactly when you need them, the thoughtfulness and the all around pleasantness of his company is something you wouldn’t trade for the world, and something you don’t think you’ll ever be able to give enough of back.
that might be the reason why you’re huddled in the corner of the jet, pen and notebook in hand with “things spencer told me that i want to remember” written at the top of the open page. and it might be the reason why “and things i can learn about to impress him” is written underneath it. it might be why you’re staring at him with a look of pure adoration in your eyes as he talks to your friends and tells them all about something new.
but the week full of nonstop work with no sleep could also be the reason for the last one, as well as your near delirious state as you feel yourself drifting off.
your eyes close just as spencer glances at you, a smile appearing on his face with how peaceful you look. he stands and walks towards you with the blanket that was in his lap to give to you. as he’s covering you with his blanket he can’t help but think about how right it would feel to do this every day. to have you with him every day.
he’s looking at you and he remembers how lucky he is to have you in his life. he doesn’t think you’ll ever know just how much a smile from you means on a bad day. or how much he appreciates you asking if he wants to talk, even though he never does. he knows you’re probably just being nice, but something in him really hopes you feel something a little more. his heart stars to swell at the thought but he remembers why he doesn’t let himself think like this, because it would be damning himself to hope that you would ever look twice at him.
a voice in the background tells him they’re landing soon, so he takes his seat and wonders what you’re dreaming about, selfishly wishing it’s him.
by the time you open your eyes you’re back in virginia, having slept through the rest of the flight. you rub your eyes and yawn, ready to go home and get a real night’s sleep for the first time in a week. you stand and grab your go bag to leave the jet, forgetting your notebook and pen in the seat.
from not paying attention and your sight still a little blurry from sleep you bump into someone, big hands grabbing your shoulders so you don’t fall.
you look up and it’s spencer, still trying to gracefully regain his balance and not succeeding.
when he gets control of his feet he pushes his hair back and smiles. that smile. the one that makes everything better and felt so real in a distant dream.
“did you get some good sleep?”
he asks you, putting the book he was reading away and his satchel over his shoulder.
“not good enough.” you say with a rough voice as you’re still half asleep.
he giggles a bit in the way that he does, the way that you’ve committed to memory to replay when you’re missing him.
you wish you could stay here with him forever, but you know you need to rest and you’ll see him soon.
“night, spence.” you smile softly at him as you head out the door.
“goodnight, y/n.” he responds with his little wave and something bright in his eyes you probably won’t remember tomorrow.
he moves to follow you out the jet when he notices something you left behind. he turns to see if you’re still there, but when he knows he’s the only one left on the jet he goes to retrieve it for you.
he picks up the notebook and begins to put it away, but your handwriting on the top of the open page catches his eye.
“things spencer told me that i want to remember”
he’s not sure if he’s reading it right, if he actually sees his name on the page. if the one he would move the moon and stars for really cares enough about him to not only listen to him but care about what he’s saying. he wasn’t sure anyone did.
“and things i can learn about to impress him”
oh, that does him in. he feels tears behind his eyes but they’re pushed back at thoughts of you thinking you would ever have to do anything but be yourself for him to love you. to want you. to need you.
he knows he wants to ask you about it, but he doesn’t think he should.
he figures some things are better left unsaid.
still, he begins to think of all the things he’s ever wanted to say to you.
so sorry for stalking u all night lol but youre officially one of my favorite blogs and have effectively inspired me to start writing again thank u x
oh my god no need to apologize at all! im glad you were having a good time 🥰
and holy shit that’s so sweet, if you feel like it ive got a writing contest that ill be accepting entires for until april 1st if you feel like joining in ❤️
