surprise, surprise
s.r x fem!reader
cw: fluff, bau has nooooo idea about reader, food mention
wc: 831
summary: spencer comes home from a case on his birthday and has a surprise waiting for him at the office... turns out it's a surprise for the bau too
a/n: this was a request from @formula1-motogpfan i hope i hit all of the marks with this! let me know what you think!!
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Walking into the BAU after another long case meant so much to the team. It meant they would get their mandatory three day break. It meant they could go home and sleep in their own beds. It meant Spencer got to spend his birthday with Y/N. The team had wished him a happy birthday earlier in the day, asking him if he would like to do something once they got back. Of course, he said no. He didn't tell them his exact plans, but they knew it involved going straight home.
He texted her the moment they touched down; a habit formed after Spencer stayed extra late to finish paperwork, which caused her to worry a lot.
Spencer: I’m back, love. I’ll be leaving as soon as possible.
The team was gathering their stuff to head back to the FBI, and when there was still no response from her as they pulled into the parking garage, he began to worry. She normally responded within five minutes of him sending the text, no matter what time of day it was. Because of dread and anxiety running through him, he wanted to get in and out of the building as fast as humanly possible without the team becoming suspicious of his actions.
As a group, they walked in, and Hotch slowed his pace, causing the rest of them to look over at him. There was a woman standing near Spencer’s desk. “Ma’am, can I help–”
Hotch didn't get to finish his question because when she turned around, Spencer pushed past the rest of the team and quickly walked over to her. A word or two was exchanged and the team watched as they latched their lips together, completely in shock.
“I didn't think he took that ‘kissing has less germs’ fact so seriously,” Emily said, staring at the scene in front of her.
“He doesn't,” Derek started, but whatever he was going to say next was cut off by Penelope.
“I’m so glad you're back safely- Oh!”
Now everyone was standing there, watching Spencer and this strange woman share a kiss and hug. Derek cleared his throat, obviously stunned but not too stunned to speak. “Okay, Pretty Boy, you mind introducing us?”
The two (apparent) lovers split apart, Spencer turning to his team with pink dusted cheeks and bruised lips. He didn't say anything for a good minute, only moving to speak when a soft, “babe,” was heard from beside him.
“Oh! Uh, this is– this is my girlfriend. Y/N.”
She waved to the group with a shy smile.
“Girlfriend!?” Penelope practically shrieked, causing the floor to quiet down for a moment. “Sorry, girlfriend? For how long?”
“One year, eight months, three weeks, and twenty-three days.”
Everyone from Rossi and Hotch to JJ and Penelope was shocked. Emily was the only one who could seem to speak. “You've had a secret girlfriend for over a year– almost two years?”
“Not a secret!” His head whipped over to his girlfriend, “you were never a secret.”
“I know, baby,” she said, placing a hand on his arm, soothingly rubbing it up and down.
“This is insane,” Penelope said as her shocked expression turned into a smile, “like, insanely amazing! Our boy genius found love!”
“Alright,” Hotch cut in, him and Rossi moving from the group, “it’s getting late. Paperwork can wait until we get back into the office. Reid, happy birthday again, and I’m happy for you.” A nod was shared between the two as Hotch went into his office, and Rossi squeezed Spencer’s shoulder as he passed him.
“So what made you show up here suddenly?” JJ’s question caused the attention to go back on Y/N and Spencer.
Y/N cleared her throat and laced her hands down with one of Spencer’s. “Well, I wanted to surprise him for his birthday and I made a cake. I thought everyone here could enjoy it with him.” She moved towards the side to show the box she brought placed on Spencer’s desk. “I could get out of your way if you want to celebrate.”
“Stay!” Penelope again, practically shrieked in the common area, “let’s move it into the conference room. Spencer, you, Emily, JJ, and my chocolate thunder go ahead. Y/N and I will grab some plates and napkins!”
She quickly went up to Y/N and linked their arms together, pulling her away from Spencer and into the kitchen. Y/N looked over her shoulder a couple of seconds after walking away, sending him a smile.
“We’re really happy for you, Spence,” JJ said, walking up to him next to Emily as they started towards the conference room.
“She's pretty. And we can tell she makes you happy,” Emily followed.
When it was just Derek and Spencer, Spencer looked over at the other man as he picked up the cake and ushered them both towards the round table. “You're lucky, Reid.”
“I know.” And he did know. He was really lucky.
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lando jr - l.n
Warnings: Fluff!
Pairing: Lando Norris x leclerc!fem!reader
Summary: (copy and pasted) I would like a request with Lando. The main character is the ister of charles leclerc and is in love with leo ( charles' dog ). she ask her boyfriend lando if she could have a dog similar to leo but he says no. So, she decide to surprise him ( at the Miami Grand Prix ) with a dog ( named Lando Jr ). Lando is not angry when he sees his "son" (Lando Jr) and think that he is his lucky charm.
A/N: @formula1-motogpfan
“Lando, please, look at Leo,” you pleaded with your boyfriend, hands clasped together, your brother’s dog perched on your lap. “If you like Leo so much, you can dogsit when Charles needs it,” you boyfriend grumbled, rolling his eyes at you. “Nuh uh! I want a dog, Lando!” you sniffed, pushing him with your hand as he shook his head with a laugh, his fingers wrapping round your wrist.
“Watch yourself, Leclerc,” he raised his eyebrows as you stuck your tongue out, trying to wrench your hand from his grasp. He didn’t even try to retaliate, sat with a cool gaze as he watched your shriek and wriggle. “Good luck, sis,” Charles smirked, scooping the dog off of your lap. “No, Leo!” you reached for the puppy - to no avail. “Fuck you both,” you slumped onto Lando’s chest, letting him hold you.
So, if neither your boyfriend or your brother was gonna get you a puppy, you’d take matters into your own hands. You were an independent woman, after all. So you did just that, adoption a small half German shepherd half golden retriever puppy called Lando. Funny - you hadn’t even named it, it was adopted and already called that. Your friend was kind enough to keep her for the Miami race week, considering she was coming with you and could say it was her dog. When you were gonna show Lando - you weren’t sure.
So what perfect time then when your boyfriend, probably full of adrenaline and over the moon, won his first formula one race. So you brought the puppy to the podium, Lando getting congratulated by the engineers. “Y/N, w-what is that a dog?” Lando’s eyes widened as the cameramen huddled around you two. “I wanted to surprise you,” you pouted at his horrified expression. “Does it have a name?” he asked slowly, still getting patted by engineers.
Grinning, you flipped the tag. “You named a dog after me?” he stifled his laughter. “He was already called that,” you grinned, your boyfriend rolling your eyes. “My girlfriends crazy and I love her,” Lando chuckled at the camera, scratching behind the ears of the puppy.
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