ice cream kisses, baby

for drabble weekend: a spencer x reader where she finally beats spencer in chess and he is shocked about it

drabble weekend

You've been practicing day and night for this one game of chess. You studied as much as you can, learned all the rules, practiced online and with another person until you felt confident enough to take on the best fo the best: your boyfriend.

Spencer didn't know you were going the extra mile. If he had, he would have played a lot differently. You're not very good at chess and asked Spencer to teach you. Every game he played with you, he had to show you what moves to make until you got confident enough to play without his help.

That didn't mean you won any games. You hate seeing his smug smile after every game and the "Awh, you'll get it next time". God, you can't wait to wipe that smirk off his fucking face.

The only thing that can be heard is the ticking of the clock next to you and the sound the pieces make when they make contact with the board.

You started to play like how you've always played until you switched tactics and started gaining up on him. He stares at the board in thought before making a move.

You smirk when you see your chance to win this game.

You move one of the pieces and proudly look at him. "Checkmate."

"What?" he gasps and studies the board only to see that he is trapped. You win. "H-How?"

"What, you don't think I can win against you?"

"No, but I always win," he frowns.

"Not this time! I win!" you laugh.

Spencer looks up and the confusion is wiped from his face. A smile replaces the look, and he sits back in his chair. Look how happy you are. You finally won against the best and you're glowing because of it.

Maybe losing isn't the worst thing in the world.

Ok but I feel like Spencer gets paid a good amount for being in the fbi, probably a couple of side gigs in life, and probably doesn’t spend a whole bunch. But Spencer accidentally finding your wish list on a clothing website. Like the ones we all make over the months, in a ‘if only’ kinda way. And he just... buys it. Your whole list. He checks you’ve put sizes and stuff first, but it’s not a massive chunk from his wallet, and it’ll be a nice surprise for you. His skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery and he’s genuinely just quite happy to do that for you.

Aka him and that would be a wish come true together lmfao. I’d love if you wanted to write smth abt this if you’d like! You+Spencer=everyone’s wishes coming true 😘

'his skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery' LMFAO.

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It takes you enough time to find Spencer's gift after you get home that he's starting to overthink it, and he's on the brink of what you'd call 'worrying himself to death', and what he'd call 'a Tuesday afternoon'.

He's in the middle of gnawing through his own lip when a strangled noise comes from the closet, and his years of FBI training escape him. He is fairly certain there is a monster of some sort that has invaded your home.

Before he can locate and draw his weapon, however, you reveal yourself, a sweater clutched in your hand that he'd just unwrapped hours earlier.

"Spencer!" You gush, holding the sweater out like he's seeing it for the first time, "Where did this come from?"

"I bought it," He admits, "And- uh, all the other new stuff in there. I saw your list online, so I-!"

Whatever feeble explanation he's about to use to bashfully undersell himself is cut off when you let out a giddy squeal, severed and sectioned into giggles as you fling yourself at him. He's glad that his chair holds up beneath the torpedo of weight you bury him beneath, and his mind is cleared of its concerned fog when you throw your arms around his neck.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! Spencer," You lean back to grab his face, slightly rougher than usual but out of excitement, not anger, so he lets it slide.

"Thank you." You repeat, leaning in to smash a kiss to his lips. It's more passion than romance, more force than tenderness, but your gratitude seeps through it clear as day, and Spencer curls his arms around your waist where you're settled in his lap.

"Of course, angel. I had Garcia help me organize the closet. I tried to hang-" He furrows his brows, reminiscing, "-a sweater next to a dress? Or- no, I tried putting the dress by some jeans. Anyways, she said to fold the jeans and to keep the dress on the end of the rack- whatever. But she has requested a fashion show."

You bury your face into Spencer's neck to let out a girlish squeal, and he's appreciative that you don't do it into his ear this time. He loves the sound, but he wants it to not hurt, thank you very much.

"Okay- okay! Okay," You're giddy with laughter once more, eyes sparkling in excitement, "Wait here, Spence! Face time Garcia, I'll go get changed."

You're bounding up the stairs and back to your closet before Spencer can remind you that his flip phone isn't capable of Face Time.