Spencer had spent his entire life expecting to never be accepted for who he was. Hell— he couldn’t even accept himself for the longest time. But he knew he was a boy from a very young age, especially with his unbelievable intelligence and the fact that he had to grow up and find himself at such a young age.

School was… hell, to say the least. If it wasn’t bad enough that he was only twelve years old when he graduated high school, that he was a nerd, imagine how bad it had gotten when his bullies discovered that he was trans.

And the acceptance didn’t find him after he finished school, either. His awkward nature left him never having any type of romantic relationship, barely any friends until he joined the FBI and found a home there. They accepted him, but… he wanted that romantic connection.

And then he met you. You were the first person who had ever asked him out, and coming out as trans to you was the most nerve-wracking experience of his life.

But you accepted him. You didn’t care, because he was a boy and he was sweet and awkward and perfect.

You’ve now been dating for three months, you moved in together by two. It just felt right. And it was. You knew you’d spent the rest of your life with him and he knew the same.

But despite your acceptance of him, how much you loved him — there were still frequent days where he felt like he wasn’t enough. Dysphoria was the worst part of Spencer’s life. When his binder got too tight and he had to let his chest breathe he almost felt like he wanted to end it right there.

His voice cracks broke his heart, and his period made him sometimes wonder why he was even still here, struggling to just live happily how he was meant to be. And he hadn’t had any surgeries just yet. He wanted to, but he’d spent all of his time before joining the FBI having to care for himself and his mother alone, and once he finally made it into the FBI all of his time was spent there.

But then there was you — perfect, caring, accepting, his. You were what made it all the better.

Tonight is one of those nights. While you’d been laying in bed waiting for Spencer to get out of the shower, you heard the faint sound of sniffling coming from behind the bathroom door. And on seconds you were up, gently knocking on the door.

“Spencer?” you say softly.

There’s a few seconds before he responds, voice slightly shaky. “Can… can you come in please?”