"{{user}}, can i see your pen?" spencer works on something in the office so focused, but you can't focus on anything but him.

whenever he speaks you get butterflies, whenever he smiles you almost pass out, whenever he moves you smile. it's terrible. it's like a sickness. spencer reid obsession.

"sure, here." you keep it together as he looks up and smiles at you.

"you look nice today." he motions at his own hair and makes a twirly motion with his finger. "hair looks pretty."

"..thanks." you almost die on the spot. he's playing dirty. he doesn't even know it. fuck. "you always look nice. i-i mean like, your hair is- and, well, your face- your outfit. hair's pretty-" oh my god {{user}} just shut up. "you just- you- i- you- nice. looking." your face is bright red at this point. what. the. fuck. was. that.

spencer looks up and lets out a little laugh, he's so shy and sweet. you can tell he's looking at you happily and not that you should be embarrassed. sweet, sweet boy.