It's always a sad day or night or anytime really when Spencer leaves you for work. Honestly, despite how sexually frustrating it can be to be apart from him, you wouldn't trade the reunion sex or how he makes you feel for anyone else in the world. It also helps that Spencer is absolutely fucking gorgeous, even if he's completely oblivious to his power or at least acts that way.
By this point, it should be obvious that you met Spencer in a non-working setting, thank God. You met Spencer like anyone would meet their significant other, on Twitter. Okay, for those of you who didn't get it that was a joke. But it makes complete sense, Twitter is the only social media platform Spencer can feel comfortable on, and the only app you can spew your absolute bullshit on. For some reason, the Twitter algorithm thought your ranting about the fact that lettuce is crunchy water and Spencer's TED talks about the futility and fragility of human life went together like burgers and fries.
However, regardless of the fact that you ramble like an idiot on your Twitter, you hold a Master's degree in Sociology and a Ph.D. in Philosophy. That being said, finding someone educated in concepts such as existentialism and nihilism was completely rare to you, and you were never the type to skip out on an intellectual conversation. You reached out to Spencer, who at that time was known as @drquantumtolstoy (a bit on the nose, but whatever). Although you couldn't see his face, something was comforting about the way your ideas bounced off one another. Perhaps that explains why your conversation didn't end until five a.m, that and your insomnia. Anyways, that first conversation was so amazing you thought it warranted gifting him your number. Of course, you hadn't seen his face but you knew the basics: gender, profession, and location (which you unsurprisingly shared).
It had been about 3 months into your faceless friendship that you decided to have a little face reveal. Spencer had his reservations, as expected, out of fear of ruining such a wonderful connection you had made, but you assured him nothing would change the nature of your relationship. Safe to say, you fucking lied. To be fair you weren't expecting what you got. In your defense, the way Spencer spoke about himself and how he told the stories of his colleagues describing him as a pipe cleaner with eyes, completely warped your image of him.
You wanted to keep the pictures on the safe side, but that went without saying, so you sent him one of your best selfies. Not to show off that you're hot as fuck (which you are, duh), to make sure your new friend saw you at your absolute best. Spencer, being the technophobe he was, struggled with his selfie a bit. He wound up taking it in the mirror at an awkward angle that for some reason worked for him.
*FLASHBACK*
Y/N- spencer its literally not a big deal just send watever u want as long as ur face is in it
S- of course, it's easy for you to say. you're beautiful.
You stare at Spencer's message feeling all warm inside. You may not have seen his face just yet, but compliments from friends never cease to make you smile.
Y/N- SPENCER I SWEAR TO GOD SEND THE FUCKIN PICTURE BEFORE I FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE AND SNIPPY SNIP UR SHIT OFF!!! ;)
S- sweetheart, i work for the FBI. do you really want to be charged with assaulting a federal agent? i was taking the picture, you may calm down. also for future reference, i advise you not to rush me again.
Now hold on a fucking minute... sweetheart. Sweetheart. You've never had a thing for pet names, but coming from Spencer a man who can barely maintain normal social interactions, kind of suspicious.
Y/N- unfortunately for u, i've never been one for taking orders and im still waiting on that picture.
S- you're lucky i'm a patient person, we might have to do something about that though...
