#rare moment of me NOT being the one to bring les mis into a conversation

[kvothes]

funniest thing that ever could happen just happened. i was on a date and we were chatting about art that we like and don’t like and i asked what is something she doesn’t like and she hemmed and hawed a bit and said i feel like it’s controversial. and i was like just say it. and she said “i don’t like les mis”

[motherjoel]

hot cocoa (spencer reid x reader)

summary: spencer accidentally spills some of penelopes famous hot cocoa onto a beautiful stranger in the airport (who just so happens to be sitting next to him on the plane)

a/n: this one takes place during the holidays but its not all about xmas! also i tried to make this gender neutral and i think it is but if i missed something let me know

wc: 2.2k

warnings/includes: reader curses a lot & has flight anxiety, spencer is awkward and sweet

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Spencer was rarely late- even when he had food poisoning from some bad chinese food, he made it into work with time to spare. Sure, he might have turned green at the sight of the evidence board, but he even made it to the trash can in time. His punctuality had come into question today, however, as he booked it to the boarding area. I shouldn’t have let Garcia distract me, he thought back to the holiday party at the office. Well, surprise party- they had all returned from a case sore and exhausted, but of course Penelope had baked an entire array of cookies and decorated the office to the brim. He stayed for one cup of hot cocoa, which turned into three, and before he knew it, his flight was an hour away. With his travel mug filled with cocoa in hand, he awkwardly ran through the airport to catch his flight home to Vegas.

Spencer never considered himself a coordinated person- sure, he had to have a certain level of finesse to be an FBI agent, but if he wasn’t a genius he never would have passed the physical. So when he found himself tripping over his own feet in the middle of an airport, he wasn’t as much surprised as he was perturbed. That annoyance soon shifted into pure embarrassment when he looked up to see you- the ethereal being he had just spilled Penelope’s famous hot cocoa onto. The beautiful person whose “I <3 DC” sweatshirt was now stained an unattractive shade of brown. His mind went completely blank in that moment, the apology he had wished to conjure up lying dead on his tongue. As he began to stammer in shock he stopped in his tracks- you were laughing. A noise Spencer swears could find world peace and end world hunger. A voice that finally encouraged Spencer to find his own.

“I am so sorry,” he apologized, hands frantically flying to his personal pack of tissues he kept in his bag. You continued to laugh, doubled over as you accepted the wad of tissues.

“Oh, it's okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “God, I definitely seem insane. Sorry, I’ve just been having one hell of a shitty day,” you began to explain, confusing Spencer even more. “So my boyfriend breaks up with me the morning of my flight across the country, which I’m running a bit late for,” you continued, glancing at your watch. “But I have to go home for the holidays of course so I pack my shit and head out anyway, but I forget a sweatshirt! I’m freezing cold so I buy this overpriced ugly thing,” you gestured to your now-stained sweatshirt. “Only for you to spill your…” you sniffed the mess, “hot cocoa?” you questioned, Spencer nodded frantically, “all over it. I guess that's one way of warming up,” you huffed. 

“Wow, I- um, I don’t really know what to say. I’m really sorry about your day being bad. And for spilling my drink on you, of course, um,” he reached into his suitcase and pulled out his backup cardigan. “Here, take this,” he said, almost shoving the knitwear into your hands. “Please, it’s the least I can do,” he said, unintentionally flashing what Prentiss called his “puppy dog eyes.” He exhaled in relief as you grabbed the sweater from him, sliding off your stained hoodie and replacing it with his soft and coffee-scented cardigan. 

“Thanks. And I’m sorry for dumping my days' trauma on you, but I really do have a flight to catch, so,” you gestured towards the boarding area (which just so happened to be his designated boarding area). You rushed off to board the plane after giving him a tight-lipped smile and a soft wave, leaving him in a dazed state. Breaking out of his trance, he grabbed his suitcase and continued his beeline towards the plane. 

There was something about you that stuck with Spencer- although it may not have been your proudest moment, he was incredibly intrigued by you and the way you reacted to disaster. Spencer had seen his fair share of terrible coping mechanisms, but the way you laughed in the face of tragedy was something he admired- envied, almost. Envy wasn’t the right word for it, there were no negative connotations he associated with the way he felt about you. Perhaps it was too soon to tell.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped onto the plane, the anxiety of missing his flight finally lifted. Said anxiety was soon replaced by a new feeling that was ruled by a flutter in his chest, one that he had only experienced a few times in his life. This fluttery feeling was the result of seeing you planted in the seat directly next to the one written on his plane ticket. His breath caught in his throat as you looked up from the book in your hand, giving him a small wave. His eyes widened as he looked around, wondering if you were actually waving at him. You laughed and looked back down at your book, a soft smile rested on your lips. As Spencer got closer to his seat he could feel his heart rate picking up. You looked up from your book as he struggled slightly to lift his carryon into the overhead compartment. His cheeks heated up in embarrassment over the struggle, but he eventually managed to secure his carryon, taking a seat in 32 B. 

“So we meet again,” you smiled at the disheveled man next to you.

“So we do,” Spencer smiled and grabbed his copy of Les Miserables from his backpack- he lost track of how many times he had read it, but it was an easy plane read for him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Sorry, I probably should’ve introduced myself earlier after telling you my life story. I just didn’t expect to be sitting next to you,” you said with amusement.

“I’m Spencer, and no problem. Hows, um, the sweater?” he asked, trying to continue the conversation. Normally he’d be a quarter through his book by now, but you were a rare something that was more interesting to him than Victor Hugo. 

“It’s great! Cozier than my ‘I heart DC’ hoodie for sure,” you laughed and Spencer swore he heard angels singing.

“I’m glad, I felt really bad. Hot chocolate is actually a really difficult stain to remove because it has fat, sugar, tannins, and protein. It would take a lot of work to remove that stain, especially with the chocolate to milk ratio Penelope uses,” Spencer rambled, the embarrassment setting in the second he closed his mouth.

“Penelope?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, she's my coworker. She’s known for her hot chocolate and her cookies. Oh!” Spencer remembered the plastic bag of cookies Garcia had sent him home with. “Want one? They’re chocolate chip,” he said, grabbing the bag of cookies and holding it out to you.

“Sure,” you laughed, taking a bite of the surprisingly delicious cookie. “Oh. My. God. That is incredible! This Penelope person has a gift,” you laughed, finishing the cookie surprisingly fast.

“I’ll be sure to let her know,” Spencer smiled, taking a cookie for himself. A comfortable silence ensued as the two of you munched on your cookies, the plane almost done boarding.

“So, what brings you to Vegas?” you asked. Spencer was a little confused as to why you wanted to talk to him, but he decided not to question the anomaly.

“Oh, I’m visiting my mother for the holidays. I work at Quantico in Virginia so I don’t get to see her too often,” he shared, surprised at his willingness to be open.

“That’s nice! I’m kinda doing the same, except I am not returning to DC,” you sighed. Spencer felt his heart drop as he internally begged for you to elaborate, and as if reading his mind, you continued. “That boyfriend I mentioned earlier was kinda my only reason for moving here, and now that he's a cheating jackass- sorry, oversharing again, um, now that we broke up, I’ll probably just stay in Vegas,” you explained, opening the book in front of you and mindlessly flipping through the pages. He focused on the chipped nail polish painted on your bitten nails as you turned the pages, eyes moving to the title of the book.

“Le Petit Prince?” he asked, pointing at your book.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying to teach myself some french so I’m reading this to get a little better,” you smiled before your eyes drifted down to the thick book in his lap. “You’re reading Les Mis?” you asked, slightly shocked at the french writing on the cover.

“Yeah, well it's my.... fourth, I think, time reading it. Well, in the original french,” he said, oblivious to his accidental brag.

“Damn, are you a genius or something?” you laughed, noticing the blank stare on Spencer’s face. “Wait. You are,” you pointed at him, your shock turning into joy.

“Well, technically, I am I guess,” he smiled awkwardly, trying not to flaunt his intelligence.

“That’s so cool! God, maybe if I was a genius I could get past the first chapter of this book,” you huffed, looking defeatedly at your book once again.

“May I ask, why are you learning French? It’s the fourth most important language behind Mandarin Chinese, Spanish and German. That’s just my opinion, of course,” he said, slightly flustered by the look on your face.

“Yeah, I guess it's not the most practical. But there's something so romantic about France, you know?” you asked and he nodded, blushing lightly. “I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, hell, maybe even live there. It’s stupid,” you laughed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“No, it’s not. It’s called the city of love for a reason,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. You were both silent for a moment before the flight attendants began their safety announcements and prepared for takeoff. Spencer noticed you stiffen as the engine started to rumble and the plane got faster. “Are you okay?” he asked as you shut your eyes tightly together.

“Yeah, yes, um. I just have really bad flight anxiety,” you confessed, eyes remaining closed. The plane lifted off the ground and you sucked in a deep breath, instinctively reaching over to grab Spencer's hand. All thoughts of germs and disease had completely left his mind at your touch- facts and logic meant nothing at this point if it meant you wouldn’t let go. “Could you just um, distract me?” you asked, peeking at him from the corner of your eye, hand still clutching his.

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said, thinking quickly for a distraction before grabbing the book from your lap and opening it to the first page. In perfect french, he began to read. “Lorsque j’avais six ans j’ai vu, une fois, une magnifique image…” he read for almost an hour before he felt your head relax on his shoulder, eyes closed. He continued to read for a bit longer before the lull of sleep pulled him under as well, your touch comforting him and providing safety.

Spencer woke a few hours later with a start to the seatbelt light beeping on. Gathering his bearings he looked to his left to see you already awake, looking at him with a smile.

“You’re cute when you sleep. Snore a bit, though,” you laughed and yawned, looking out the window. Spencer's heart rate picked up at your mussed hair and dazed expression. “Thank you for reading to me. I’m completely chill now,” you reassured him.

“Oh, no problem. Also, I’m not the only one who snores,” he quipped, a soft smirk on his lips.

“Hey, gimme a break! That was the most I’ve slept in days,” you defended.

“Believe it or not, me too,” Spencer realized, surprised that he slept more on an airplane than in his own bed. Maybe that difference was you.

“Looks like we’re almost landing,” you noticed, causing a pang in Spencer’s chest.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so,” he acknowledged with a slight tone of disappointment.

“Hey. So this might sound crazy, but what if I gave you my number? And while you’re still in Vegas, maybe we can hang out? Sorry if this is too forward,” you cringed in embarrassment.

“No!” he started, eyes wide.

“Oh, okay. I shouldn’t have asked,” you immediately took back your statement.

“No! I mean, it's not too forward. I, uh would love to… hang out with you,” Spencer said, the words seeming unfamiliar on his tongue. The smile you gave him seemed to stop the earth for a few seconds (although Spencer knew this was scientifically impossible, something about you defied laws of science). 

The plane soon landed and numbers were exchanged, and one unexpected (but lovely) goodbye hug was given, and Spencer was floating. He couldn’t wait to tell his mom.

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[oceansoulx]

Des annotations pour une lettre

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I miss you because by yourside I can be myself. I miss you because I feel home with you. I miss you because everything is ok by your side. I miss you because with you life is better, the sun shines brighter.

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I wish you were there to tell you how my day was and that i were there for you to tell me yours. I know we didnt pay much atention to it when we were together, but now i see how much of a beautiful little routine it was for us and how much i miss it. Our bodies were not next to each other, but our words was and it was enough for me to keep it up for you till we would meet. *

Temo al olvido. Nunca en mi vida supe lo que era la genuina felicidad hasta que llegaste tu. Temo el olvido porque no quiero volver a ignorar lo que es ser feliz; mas aun, no quiero olvidar lo que es la bondad, lo que es la belleza, lo que eres tu. No quiero desterrarte de mi memoria, ni que el tiempo te borre sutilmente de mi. *

The biggest lesson i learnt with you is that love isnt about either good or bad moments but life itself. When i’m with you i live at its fullest. And i want to discover where such feeling would take me, take you, take us together. Physically together.

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I miss your to-the-left-to-the-right dance. I miss your voice, you speaking french at me while i joke around at it. I miss every little moment we had.

* Extraño al evil raccoon on the most random situations. Extraño tus dedos, tus manos, el color de tu piel, tus cabellos, tus ojos, tu voz.

* I live with the hope that life will again bring us together.

* Translating work keeps me busy off love thoughts. Mais quand la nuit viens je suis si seul dans le lit et je pense à toi. I never had you in my arms, never actually touched you and yet, after all, i keep imaging the smell of your body, how would it be to have your lips all over me, your breath touching my trembling lips, and your face next to me in the morning with the certain that it will always be like that. And I cry. And i fall asleep wishing you were back to me, that everything were like before. And i cry when i wake up because i have but memories and words of what never was. And i cry because i still think of the smell i never had the chance to feel. And i wonder if you think of me as often as i do think of you. *

Je veux tu reste dans ma mie, suis-je fou pour en vouloir ? Broken or not i love you the same. Qu'est-ce que je vais faire avec cet amour si tu n'es pas avec moi ? Il est à toi seulement. *

Am I crazy if I deeply believe that life will bring us together again ? What i feel is an ocean, my soul is such a night and you’re the lost sailor who’s on a short visit to the land. Je suis la nuit et ma mer a besoin d'être exploré par toi. Reviens.

* I heard someone saying that “changing a bad habit is easy, changing a bad heart is impossible. That’s why one must keep those with good hearts, even tho they are struggling with bad things in themselves”. That’s one more reason to miss you. Yours is the greatest, most noble heart i ever had the chance to love. *

“Keep the goddess on my side, she demandes sacrifice.” I don’t speak from the position of someone who was before related to you. I don’t speak as your former boyfriend or someone who loves you. I speak on the position of someone who has got love deep inside. I speak on the position of someone who has been posesed by something greater than words. L'amour est un oiseau rebelle que nul peut-être aprivoiser and his nest lies on my chest. And he calls your name.

* Hablo pienso y siento desde mi. Sin embargo, que sientes tu? Llevas el mundo en tus hombros y solo pienso en ti desde mi. Que es llevar tus inseguridades, tus heridas? Que es ser tu? Me gustaria ponerme en tu piel o darme un poco de mi para sostenerte. Me gustaria tantas. Me gustaria poder hacerte feliz. Pero la realidad se alzó sobre nosotros y nos separo. Y ahora estas solo sin importar lo que intente. Ahora estas solo y yo quiero estar para ti. My niece was just born today and i wish i was sharing this moment with you, even if you wouldn’t be physically here. Am i crazy for thinking this much about you ? Am i crazy if everything reminds me of you ?

* People might think ours wasnt a true relationship becasue we wern’t together. Moreso at their bestest opinion they would think it wasnt a complete thing, which think is truth. For almost 8 months we shared most of our days throught skype. We didn’t only shared our time but ourselves: i told my joys, my fears, my insecurities and tbose things which make me sad. I shared with you my ideas and deepest thoughts. My good and bad sides. I shared with you myself like I never did. And so you did. We had something rare. We had a connection. We had such a strong comitment of being spiritually together because our bodies wasn’t. We had much more than most couples get in a life-time-marriage. Y a tant des gens dans l'existence quk voudraient bien être amoreux… How would it have turned out if we were together or if we had the hope to be it sooner? I think about such fact… What went wrong? I wasnt there when you needed me the most as you wouldnt have if i ever do. And it’s ok because we knew what we were getting into. Was I the only one experiencing that greatness? It’s truth: we are young, we are in the need of experience before achieving anything. That love is not enough is a painful truth. And yet here are my words, the only place were reality and posibilities are not separated by stupidity. We need time, that is another truth. I need it to believe less in love, you need it to experience it long enough to be able to live it at its fullest with anyone. I was there for you, completly yours to you to share your weaknesses and pains and it wasn’t enough, which is ok. Love goes beyond life and death and if you dont understand it you will never live it. Je ne parle pas de le passion, le engouement. Je parle de le concept, l'idée, de tous leurs expressions et formes. In our first conversation you wrote a poem for me about how we, separated by space, were looking at the same direction. With all my heart, humility, i tell you  i still do look at that point, and with such frankess i tell you as well: you need to grow up on experience and i need to grow on maturity. The conection we had i never had it before, thus with utter certainity i tell you that life will bring our paths together again at that moment on life where hapiness isn’t but a thing on the hand and where we would be able to love each other like we did those endless movie nights were we layed on bed silently watching each other. Forgetting those one love is like mourning, for that i ask you nothing but to keep me in your heart. Keep me inside, in a little place, i wont bother there. Keep it till i get to hug you like i always dream i do, for from this moment on i chose to love you in silence and bother you no more till it happens. I love you and i hope you love me the same still. I am completly yours. I am nothing more than a window on your computer which will be always open for you when you are in need of someone to share not only your sadness and hapiness but yourself. I do still look at that direction, dearest. À bientôt, jusqu'à nous soyons prêts de nous aimer l'un à l'autre comme nous le méritons.

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I just want you to know and always remember a single thing: No matter what, I will always deeply love you. For me, it will always be the same. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here with my arms wide open to welcome you.