#non binary ​spencer reid

[0o-junebug-o0]

First Meeting

summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.

genre: fluff

cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t. 

You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!

You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!

You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have. 

You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you. 

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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.

The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion. 

“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine. 

Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”

Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain. 

Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly. 

Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.

“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”

“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside. 

Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach. 

“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out. 

You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”

Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code. 

“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.

“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”

“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.

“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.

“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.

You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped. 

You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly. 

You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!” 

Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Of course I am!”

“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”

“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.

“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask. 

Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.

Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”

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[allieslittlewritings]

A Better Understanding

Spencer Reid x Child!Reader

Summary: Reader comes out to their dad as non-binary

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Afab!reader, unintentional misgendering, reader is non-binary and a teenager, mentions of reader having a period, Spencer is a good dad

A/n note: happy (somewhat late) pride month <3

Being raised by a profiler, who also happened to be exceptionally perceptive, meant that it was nearly impossible for you to hide anything from Spencer.

The slightest change in your posture or tone of voice could tell your dad something about you was off. He once managed to find out that you were struggling to sleep because he counted how many times you blinked in a minute and found out it was less than usual.

If you wore your hair in a new style, he would notice immediately and make sure to tell you it looked great, and if it was on the more intricate side, he would ask exactly how you did it.

Whenever your period was near, he made sure the kitchen was stocked with snacks and the bathroom with period products.

It was nice to know you didn't always have to verbally tell him things, he would just know.

When you first started to realize you were non-binary, you had no intention of hiding it from Spencer. Originally, you had planned to talk about it with him. From previous, impersonal conversations you and him had shared, you didn't doubt that he had a fair amount of knowledge about queer-related topics. He was more than supportive when he found out Tara and Rebecca were dating, so he seemed to practice the inclusivity he preached.

However, when you and your dad were quietly spending time together, reading and doing homework, and the technically "right" opportunity showed up, the words you had thought of saying wouldn't come out. For basically the first time in your life, you didn't know how to tell, or even non-verbally express to Spencer what was going on in your head. You felt your anxiety heighten and only then did you realize you had always had the privilege of never having to feel anxious around your dad, until now.

As time went by, it got harder and harder to even think about bringing up the subject, it felt as if you had missed your window. Living with your unspoken truth never got any easier.

Being referred to in a feminine way had always felt a little off to you, for a long time you simply didn't think to question why. Now it felt like every word you heard from someone's mouth had gender attached to it. Your tolerance for it was wearing thin and you worried, knowing that if you let it show, your dad would be able to tell.

Nothing about Spencer remotely implied to you that he would judge or reject you if you told him. Prejudice and bigotry were unbelievably far removed from any values you had ever seen in him. If you were asked to describe the reasoning behind your fear and painful reluctance, you couldn't. Something in your head deemed it worth hiding and you couldn't explain why.

Spencer started to notice the minor changes in you. Small things, like wearing chunky sweaters and hoodies more often, or not wearing as much lip gloss as you used to. He figured that was just your style evolving as you grew.

It was when you started to display behavioral changes that worry struck him.

At first you started to hold less eye contact than usual, before you started to talk less altogether and often retreated to your room as soon as you got home from school. Your eyes looked more tired and emotionless. Spencer felt guilty for not knowing when that started, to him it was as if you were acting fine one day and completely distant the next.

When he talked to you about it, your stomach twisted with guilt as you lied and told him it was merely school making you stressed.

He spent more time helping you with homework or assignments after that, hoping to lighten the academic weight on your shoulders. In doing so, he also got to spend even more time with you than he already did. Though his actions didn't help the actual problem, his effort provided you with an extra feeling of reassurance that he loved you.

He didn't truly believe that school was all it was, but he had grown so obliviously used to you telling him when something was wrong or bothering you that he was sure you would talk to him eventually, when you felt ready to.

Spencer being home before you on a weekday was a very rare occurrence. The BAU's last case had ended sooner than expected—and had been an exceedingly sickening case, though he wouldn't tell you that—so Emily let everyone go home earlier.

With you still at school, he found himself bored out of his mind. He read a few books and the few small-town newspapers he still received. Just before the time you were supposed to get home from school, Spencer decided to make food for you two.

He was busy placing your plates on the dining table when the front door opened and he recognized your footsteps. Your dad failed to see the downcast expression on your face.

"Hi, pretty girl, how was school?" he asked, without looking up.

That innocent term felt like your final straw after a long day of being unknowingly misgendered by everyone at school. This time, you couldn't choke down the painful sobs that wanted to escape. Spencer looked up in shock at the sound of you sobbing and watched worriedly as you sped away to your room.

You shut your door behind you but heard how he followed you and paused in front of your bedroom door.

Spencer waited a couple seconds before nervously knocking and calling your name.

"Can I come in, sweetheart?"

He heard the quiet sound of your muffled sobs and said, "I'm coming in."

His eyes softened with hurt at the sight of you sitting down next to your bed, your head buried in your arms, shoulders shaking with sobs.

Spencer cautiously sat down in front of you, his legs crossed and arms at his sides, ready to hug or hold you if that's what you wanted.

Your sobbing eased and turned into slower tears and quieter breathing.

Spencer held out one of his hands, where he knew you could see.

"Do you just want comfort" — he held out his other hand — "or do you want to talk about it?"

His hands remained in place as he patiently waited for you to pick.

A lighthearted chuckle left his lips when you put both of your hands on his. "Okay. That's okay, too."

His brain paused when he looked at you. There was a barely perceptible but unmistakable fear in the way you sat. It was less about concealing tears, it was like you were trying to hide from him.

Hiding from him was never something you had to do, unless you were playing hide and seek as a child. The fact that that was exactly what you had been doing for months never bothered you less. You wanted to tell him. But could you?

Spencer wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug so loving and protective you started to think maybe you could.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed. "Whatever is going on, you can tell me," he mumbled softly, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart sank at the concern in his voice, so inviting of a long-awaited confession.

He gently leaned his head against yours. His breathing was soft and rhythmic. Quietly, you could hear his heart beating in his chest. It reminded you of who he was, of who he had always been. The fear you had felt crumbled into dust and the doubt in your head got quieter. It was just Dad. Dad who had told you countless times that you could tell him anything and that he would always love you. Suddenly you felt a little silly for how long you had spent convincing yourself otherwise.

You mumbled something incoherent and Spencer gently pulled you away from him so your face was no longer pressed against his shoulder. "Can you repeat that, please?"

With the quietest voice he had ever heard from you, you said the phrase that had been aching to be said for months, "I'm not a girl, Dad."

You shut your eyes in acceptance that your words couldn't be taken back.

You missed the way his facial expression softened and realization washed over him. It felt like the missing piece of a puzzle was put in place in his head. It made so much sense to him now that he wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

"That's… that's okay," he assured you. "No, actually, that's more than okay. That's wonderful, thank you for telling me."

New tears, ones of relief for a change, spilled out of your eyes and your dad hugged you even tighter than before.

A million questions were going through Spencer's head. He needed to know more so that he could understand you better.

"Can you tell me where on the gender spectrum you fall?" he asked first, trying to keep his voice as soft and warm as possible.

You leaned only slightly away from the warmth he radiated and took a deeper breath than you had been able to in a long time. Spencer rested his fingertips on your knees, silently urging you to continue.

Taking one last deep breath, you spoke. "I'm non-binary."

Spencer nodded in understanding, his eyes looking from the floor, in thought, back to your eyes.

"Does that mean you would prefer to go by they/them pronouns?" He tilted his head slightly in curiosity.

He allowed you to think for a few seconds. You didn't seem to reach a conclusion.

"Are you not sure yet?" he offered.

You nodded your head and Spencer gently stroked your knee with his thumb.

"Why don't we try they/them pronouns for a while and you can see if they feel right?"

You looked up at him in a kind of awe. There was a silent knowledge between the two of you that he now knew you even better than he always had. It was one of the safest thing you had ever felt. "That sounds nice."

"Awesome." He smiled contently. "Now, why don't we further discuss this, only to the extent you feel comfortable with, while we eat?"

"You made food?" your eyes widened with excitement.

"I did. In fact" — he stood up and held out his arms to pull you up — "I made your favorite."

You followed your dad to the dining table and ate food while you finally told him everything. Which nicknames or pronouns you felt comfortable and uncomfortable with, and other things you just hadn't had the courage to mention to him before. He listened to every word, and he only continued to love you more with each one.

[criminalmindsbauagent]

[de4dlyniightshade]

Spencer with a s/o who's loves physical affection ad if they could they would be by spencer's side constantly but they grew up being told that displaying physical affection is bad and can be really self conscious about touching anyone let alone spencer.???

(I grew up like this and I hated it, i'm afab but now go by non binary pronouns. but whenever i went to hug my friend or even be near them they were visually repulsed and i even basically got bullied for being and acting 'lesbian')

sorry if this is a weird req. No pressure.

꩜ PAIRING: spencer reid x gn!reader

꩜ RATING: none

꩜ WARNINGS/CONTAINS!: tiny smidge of angst and insecure reader

© to de4dlyniightshade. no translations/reposts.

A/N: another short one but i hope i portrayed it well

no matter how many times spencer told you that you weren't "too clingy" or annoying for simply wanting to touch him you still didn't believe him, you just couldn't help it, your family were never very physically affectionate growing up and most of the time your friends thought it was weird how much you wanted to hug them so you told yourself it was weird and forced yourself not to be touchy even though you wanted to be.

you forgot about your sort of unspoken rule to yourself as you sidled up beside spencer, who was making himself his morning cup of coffee in is kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his spine until you remembered, pulling away from him and mumbling "sorry..." as you looked down at your feet.

"we talked about this" he sighed as he turned around to lean on the counter, crossing his arms as he gave you a sympathetic look, your eyes lifting to meet his.

"i know...i just- i'm too touchy" you spoke meekly, averting his gaze as you fidgeted with your hands.

"you're not, i told you that you can hug me whenever you want, i'll never stop you." he spoke softly as he made his way to stand in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

"you promise?" you asked just above a whisper. looking up at him through your lashes as he smiled down at you.

"pinky promise" he smiled wide, raising his pinky as you laughed but raised yours too, wrapping it around his and squeezing, unable to hold back the smile that spread across your face.

"c'mere" spencer sighed as he held your shoulders and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly and resting his chin on your head, your arms hesitantly wrapping around his waist, a content sigh falling from your lips as he gently swayed you in his arms.

[gublernatural]

જ⁀➴𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

➴ 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜

⟶ 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

⤳ spencer reid

vistor's list: when spencer goes to prison, his visitor's list seems to be missing a name

nightmares: spencer has a nightmare, but his biggest fear is hurting you

you found me: spencer is the one to reach you after being shot by an unsub

cardigan: spencer is finally home and all fem!reader wants is to be close with him (smut, mdni)

all of you: there is not a single part of you spencer doesn't want to worship. plus size!reader x spencer (smut, mdni)

i can see you: spencer and another BAU member spend all day sneaking around and teasing each other, how do they get through Rossi's party at the end of the day? (smut, mdni) (swiftmas)

invisible string: spencer’s new gf shows him a photo her mother sent. he happens to recognize it (swiftmas)

you are in love: spencer makes a promise before he has to leave for a case right before christmas (swiftmas)

wine-tainted water: after a night out with their team, spencer and his lover take a bath together. based on one line of dress by taylor swift

the summertime & butterflies: a local florist helps spencer make a peony arrangement for a friend

all of the books beside your bed: spencer can’t help but save the day after your weekend plans are ruined

⤳ aaron hotchner

timeless: a timeline of Aaron’s and his soulmates’ love life. (swiftmas)

finishing gifts: after a few days of ignoring him, Aaron makes an effort to get your behavior to return to normal

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁➵ baked goodies series

baked goodies: aaron is smitten for his new graduate student neighbor as soon as he meets her (smut, mdni)

cheese danishes: aaron is struggling to navigate his feelings, and his fears, as his relationship with his younger graduate student neighbor progress (smut, mdni)

apple spice cake: you and aaron attend the BAU christmas party and get some alone time after (smut, mdni)

security: reader calls aaron just as he arrives home from a case, needing a savior in her own home

⤳ emily prentiss

the very first night: spencer takes the team to meet his old friend, she really connects with emily (swiftmas)

'tis the damn season: emily is called away to work during her once-a-year opportunity (swiftmas)

⤳ luke alvez

fearless: luke is so so so smitten for his girl (swiftmas)

⟶ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

⤳ spencer reid

cockwarming with cling!spencer (mdni)

spencer rambling about gender identity with non-binary reader

spencer doesn't know what to do when he and reader have their first fight

dad!spencer needs help with their grumpy toddler

"it's okay to cry"

dad!spencer and his argumentative teen daughter

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁➵ popstar!reader au

popstar!reader and spencer meet cute

spencer has to leave, reader writes a song

spencer comes to see popstar reader live for the first time (smut, mdni)

popstar!reader and spencer at the grammy's

⤳ aaron hotchner

going undercover with hotch

aaron taking care of sick wife!reader

⤳ emily prentiss

non-binary reader's first time with emily (mdni)

⤳ luke alvez

"i like it when you say my name like that"

➶ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕

⟶ 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

⤳ dean winchester

in another life: it's hard to regret getting captured by a Djinn when it makes your wishes come true in the real world, too.

⤳ sam winchester

⤳ castiel

⟶ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

⤳ dean winchester

⤳ sam winchester

dean’s outlook on his little sammy falling in love :(

⤳ castiel

➴ 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

[sav-the-bi-queen]

Happy pride month to these Bisexual cuties 😘

Most of these are headcanon but some have been confirmed the confirmed will have check mark beside them 😉

1) Dean Winchester

Dean is not a confirmed bisexual but the sexual tension between him and castiel speaks volumes him getting flustered every time a guy flirts with him his crush on dr sexy and the constant bi lighting that is around him this man is bi

2) Evan “buck” Buckley ✔️

Buck was confirmed to be openly bisexual in season 7 episode five where Tommy kinard kisses him

3) Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer was suppose to be bisexual but due to the show coming in 2005 that idea was scraped but I still love the idea of Reid being bi

4) Loki ✔️

Loki was confirmed to be bisexual in the 3rd or 4th episode of the Loki series however comic book loki is pansexual and non binary

5 )Reginald “Reggie “ peters

This man is bi 100% his chemistry with Luke is everything him blushing at Luke tells me everything

6) Harley Quinn✔️

Harley is a known bisexual has been since the start between her and joker and her and ivy her and ivy are married in the comics but also comics where she’s married to joker she more commonly known as bi in the Harley Quinn series but she seen trough multiple comics with ivy and joker

7) Pamela “posion ivy “ Isley ✔️

Has had multiple relationships from flings with Batman and kite man to catwoman briefly and Harley Quinn her wife and partner she always been bi people just ease that part of her story

8) Haley Dunphy

The actress Sarah hyland believes that Haley is 100% bisexual there are moments in show where Haley has bi panic and I love it

9) Toni Topaz ✔️

Toni was confirmed bi after she kissed Jughead and later when she got with Cheryl blossom Toni was also a known bisexual in the comics

10) Riley Matthews

While it was never stated that Riley was bi in anyway the actress believes Riley is bi and it shows greatly with Riley’s relationship with maya and Lucas plus it helps that Rowan Blanchard who plays Riley is queer herself

[wereoz]

happy pride to nonbinary spencer reid and non binary spencer reid ONLY

[toyatenmacanon]

hello hello!!! im evan, i go by they/he and i am non-binary. also im ace and in theory i like men but thats about all i know at this point

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fic summaries:

rtc fic: mishas first year in canada but i take creative liberties and add passionpoet and everyone is friends

cm oc/ fic: the bau meets a girl on a case who becomes their unofficial media expert via her connection with spencer reid (whom she befriends on said case). oc/reid

newsies oc fic: a young girl, after observing the newsies through the strike, decides she wants to join them and disguises herself as a boy to join (oh but this is the trans awakening)

newsies fic: davey & les go back to school once the summer ends. no ones happy about it. davey tries to keep the two world separate, but that was just wishful thinking

newsies modern au fic: davey moves to manhattan and he meets the boys and they just do normal high school stuff and be silly (also in this fic i hit everyone with the nd beam and daveys (who i hit with autism beam) spin is 1800s history (mainly the real actual strike but by extension 1800s history)

spn x cm fic: after both the bau and the brothers mistake a regular ol kidnapper for their guy (who is actually a vampire), spencer (who of course got kidnapped) ends up tangled up in both worlds somehow

check my tags for info about the musical and tv show!

[0o-junebug-o0]

Hihi! I adore your work! I was wondering if you could write a (sub) Spencer x (soft Dom) Reader smut,

where Spencer is feeling comfortable in hands tied bondage after Hankel situation!

"Tie Me Up"

Here you go!! I had fun writing this one! It was a nice break from school work haha

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, bondage, references to spencer's kidnapping, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, handjobs, oral sex (r!receiving), face sitting, nipple play, multiple orgasms, gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3k

“I want you to tie me up.”

Your head shoots up and you look across the room at Spencer with wide eyes, confused. “What?”

He flushes and his eyes dart to the side before moving back to your face. “I, um, I want you to tie me up,” he says, sounding a bit less confident this time.

You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around Spencer’s sudden proposal. You haven’t done anything like this in a while, not since before he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. You can’t help but feel a little concerned at his request, you don’t want him to push himself to do something he’s not comfortable with just because you enjoy it.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily. “You know I wouldn’t mind if we never do that again.”

“Do you not want to?” Spencer asks, sounding more nervous than before.

You shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it,” you reassure him. “I just—“ you pause, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. All I meant was that if you’re never ready, that’s fine. I’d completely understand if you’d never want to be tied up again after—“

“I want to,” Spencer interrupts. 

“Okay,” you say.

“I miss it.”

You nod. Your gaze falls to his beautiful hands where they rest in his lap as he plays with his fingers. You’ve missed it too. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You have to promise me that if you stop feeling good you’ll tell me immediately,” you insist.

Spencer nods, a shy smile crossing his face. “I know. I remember.” You shoot him a pointed look and he adds, “I promise.”

You nod and pat your thigh. “Come here,” you command softly.

Spencer immediately scrambles to get out of his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He pauses for a moment, looking between the couch and the floor, knowing each option is available and welcomed, before settling on his knees on the ground in front of you. You smile and reach out to run a hand through his hair. He hums softly, his eyes slipping closed, and presses his head into your palm. 

“My beautiful boy,” you sigh.

He opens his eyes and takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, making eye contact with you as he does.

You lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees and stare intently into Spencer’s eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none, you nod. “When do you want me to tie you up, sweetheart?” you ask softly.

“Now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and let your gaze fall to the growing bulge in his pants. He clearly wants this and that reassures you. “Okay,” you agree. Spencer smiles brightly up at you. “But, we’re going to go slow, do you understand?”

Spencer nods obediently.

“I won’t tie you up completely today, we’ll just start with your hands.”

Spencer opens his mouth, you think maybe to argue, but you shoot him a look and he closes it. “This is non-negotiable,” you say. “I don’t feel comfortable completely tying you up again yet. I know you feel ready but I don’t want to risk it.”

Spencer nods, looking deep into your eyes.

“And I’m going to use a knot you can undo yourself if you need to. Also non-negotiable, I want you to be able to free yourself the moment you need to without having to wait for me to untie you myself or cut you free. Do you understand?”

Spencer nods again.

“Words, Spencer.”

“Yes,” he says, his voice breathy with obvious arousal.

You smirk and whisper, “Good boy.”

A soft whimper escapes Spencer’s lips at the praise and the sound drives you crazy. You push yourself off the couch and stand still for a moment, just admiring the way Spencer stares up at you so desperately. “C’mon, beautiful, follow me.” Immediately, Spencer scrambles to his feet and follows you like a lovesick puppy to your shared bedroom.

You stop in the middle of the room and turn around to face Spencer. You look him up and down, he looks gorgeous, but he’s wearing way too many clothes. “Strip,” you command, and Spencer instantly obeys. You watch with a pleased smile as Spencer practically rips off his clothes, so eager for you to touch him. The sight of him naked and hard makes your stomach flip and sends heat shooting between your legs. You can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear, seeing Spencer naked never fails to drive you crazy. 

You close the gap between you in a single step and kiss him gently, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs happily against your lips and his hands shoot up to cup your face. You let your hands slip down to grab handfuls of his ass and you pull him up against your hips, making him moan into your mouth. You slip your tongue between his lips and Spencer eagerly follows your lead. Spencer’s hands fall from your cheeks to paw at your shirt and you break the kiss for a moment to let him pull it over your head.

Heat rushes through your body as you continue to kiss him and you maneuver him around, guiding him back until his knees hit the bed. Spencer breaks the kiss with a gasp as he stumbles slightly, falling until he’s sitting on the bed, supporting his weight on his arms. He stares up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes and pouts slightly when you move away.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” you coo, quickly ridding yourself of your pants and soaked underwear. You walk over to the dresser and open the drawer in which you both keep your toys. You grab the red silk rope and glance over your shoulder at him as you hold it up. “You wanted me to tie you up, remember?”

Spencer’s eyes get impossibly wider and he nods rapidly. “Yes, please. Want it,” he gasps. 

“Aw, baby,” you purr. “You’re so desperate already that you can barely speak.”

Spencer nods again and his cock twitches in his lap, but he’s a good boy and doesn’t touch himself. You unravel the small ball of rope as you walk back over to him. As you get closer you can hear Spencer’s breathing pick up with excitement. You love seeing him like this, you can feel your arousal clinging to your thighs.

You stop in front of him and say, “Hands.”

Spencer lifts his hands and holds them out to you, wrists pressed together and palms facing each other but leaving a few inches between them. His breath hitches and he stares intently at his hands. You pause and glance down, noticing his erection has flagged slightly. You look back up and into his eyes and see some apprehension. You smile softly at him and flip his hands so his palms are facing the ceiling before resting the rope in them. Spencer looks up at you, his brow slightly furrowed with confusion. 

“Hold the rope,” you say soothingly. “Feel it.”

Spencer nods, despite clearly still being confused, and closes his hands around the rope. You watch in silence for a moment as he runs the rope through his fingers and stares at it.

“It’s soft, isn’t it?” you ask, though you know he's familiar with this rope already. Spencer nods in response, still playing with the rope. “You’ll be able to free yourself at any time,” you continue. “You’re home, you’re safe. I’m going to take care of you.”

Spencer purses his lips in one of his closed-mouth smiles. “Thank you,” he whispers, still looking at the rope even though his hands have stilled.

“Do you still want to do this?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispers. He hands you the rope and looks back up at you. You smile at him and reach out to cup the back of his neck with your free hand, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Spencer’s hands lower to hold your waist and you set the rope on the bed and climb into his lap as the kiss begins to increase in intensity. You can feel him getting hard again underneath you and you moan at the feeling as arousal burns through your body. 

You grind your hips against his, letting his cock rub up against you, and Spencer gasps weakly into your mouth. His hands slide down to grab your ass and you groan. His hips buck beneath you and it takes a tremendous amount of self-control to pull away. Spencer pouts as you climb off of him but it quickly disappears when you pick the rope back up. 

He immediately holds his hands out again but you guide him back until he’s lying in the middle of the bed, propped up slightly on your pillows. He raises his arms above his head, and you whisper soft praises to him as you wrap the rope around his wrists and one of the slats of the headboard. You tie a simple quick-release single-column knot and slip the part of the rope that allows for the quick release into Spencer’s hand. He gives you a dopey smile and you press a quick kiss to his beautiful lips. 

“If you need to get out, you tell me and pull on that, okay?” you instruct.

Spencer nods happily, squirming and tugging gently on the rope around his wrists.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” he gasps.

“Good boy,” you coo and his hips buck into the air.

You place your hand on one of his hips and dig your thump into the dip just next to the bone. Spencer gasps and writhes at the feeling. You smirk at him and swing your leg over him to straddle his thighs, sitting just below his cock. You hold both of his hips to support yourself as you slowly start to grind against him, rubbing your clit on his thigh. 

Spencer whines your name, staring at you with wide pleading eyes as you avoid touching his cock in favor of your own pleasure. “Please!” he gasps. “Please! I need you!”

“Yeah?” you tease. “What do you need me to do baby?”

“Need you to touch me!” he begs.

You remove your hands from his hips, sliding them up over his stomach to his chest. You rub your thumbs over his nipples and Spencer moans. The sound travels like a shock of electricity through your body. You pinch his nipples between your fingers and his hips jerk beneath you, knocking his thigh against your clit, making you moan. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten him. “N–not like that,” he whines, his words interrupted by moans as you toy with him.

“No?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

“My–“ You pinch his nipples again and he’s once again interrupted by the sound of his own pleasure. “My cock!” he begs. “Want you to touch my cock!”

“Aw, baby,” you tease breathlessly. “You—“ You moan as his hips buck again, pressing his thigh harder against you. “You should have said so.”

Spencer whines pathetically at your teasing but the sound is soon transformed into a moan as you wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps your name over and over as you stroke him. He squirms and writhes beneath you. You can see the muscles of his arms tensing as he tries to reach down to touch you but is stopped by the rope. You notice the quick release has fallen from his hand, so, still stroking him, you reach up and give it back to him. He doesn’t pull it so you keep touching him. 

“So good! So good!” Spencer gasps. “Love you! Love you so much!”

You rise up onto your knees and, bracing your free hand against the bed, lean forward and kiss him, continuing to stoke him despite the awkward angle. “I love you too, baby,” you whisper between kisses. You kiss across his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his ear. “Such a good boy for me. My good boy.”

Spencer whimpers desperately. “’M close! ‘M so close!”

You remove your hand and settle back onto his thighs, watching as Spencer whimpers and writhes in disappointment as he’s unable to cum. He whines your name and you press a kiss to his chest. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”

He nods desperately, his hair sticking to his beautifully flushed face.

“Yeah? Well, I want to cum too,” you taunt.

Spencer’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open as if anticipating what you’re going to say. His chest rises and falls heavily with each panted breath.

“So eager,” you tease and Spencer nods frantically.

“Please!” he gasps.

“You want me to sit on your face, baby?”

“Yes!” Spencer cries. “Please!” 

You smile. You can feel him squirming with desperation beneath you. You press another kiss to his chest and slowly crawl up his body until you’re straddling his face, your knees braced on either side of his arms. Spencer whines and whimpers, tugging on the rope with his desperation to touch you. 

“Remember, sweetheart,” you say softly. Spencer stares hungrily at where your cunt hovers just over his mouth. “Snap if you need me off.”

“Yes!” he gasps, and, without giving a chance to prepare, lifts his head to run his tongue over you.

A strangled gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through your body and you sink until you’re almost completely sitting on Spencer’s mouth, the way you know he likes it. Your hands shoot up to grab the headboard as you curl forward from the pleasure. Spencer eats you out with a fervor unique to him, practically devouring you. He pulls gasps and moans from your chest as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Then he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking in a way that has you seeing stars. He mouths hungrily at you, alternating between licking and sucking your clit and pressing his tongue inside you. 

“Spencer!” you gasp. You grind yourself down onto his tongue, unable to help yourself, and Spencer moans into you. The vibrations send pleasure shooting through your body. He removes his tongue and returns to sucking on your clit, moaning consistently. With how turned on you are, it doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to start traveling up your spine. 

“Fuck! Such a good boy! Doing so good! Feels so good!” you moan. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

At your words, Spencer begins to eat you out with an even greater intensity and soon your climax is slamming into you. You gasp his name, as your whole body shakes with the intensity of it. Spencer works you through it until you’re panting and gasping and when you pull off of him to sit beside his head, his face is soaked and he smiles up at you happily. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groan. “You’re so good at that.”

He licks his lips and whimpers. You see his hips jerk out of the corner of your eye and you smirk at him. You quickly reach around and grab a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. You hold it up to show him and Spencer’s eyes widen.

“Please!” he gasps. “Oh, fuck! Please! Want you to fuck me! Please!”

You chuckle slightly and tear open the packaging. Spencer whimpers and gasps your name as you roll the condom over his cock. You stroke him a few times and he thrusts weakly into your hand. 

You swing your leg over him, grab his cock to line him up, and quickly sink down onto him. You both moan simultaneously at the feeling and it feels so good you have to take a second to just breathe. You rest your hands on Spencer’s chest and slowly push yourself onto your knees before sinking back down. A delicious moan tears itself from Spencer’s and his eyes flutter shut with pleasure. You can tell he won’t last long, but you’re still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you won’t either. 

Moans and incoherent babbles pour from Spencer’s lips as you ride him. His hips thrust up to meet you on each downstroke, slamming his cock right into that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You moan and gasp his name and praise him as you fuck him. Heat once again rises in your body as you get close and you can tell from the way Spencer’s whole body twitches, he’s close too. You drop yourself back down as his hips rise to meet yours and suddenly he’s cumming, and the sound of his moans and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you has you cumming too.

You clench around him, grinding down on his cock, as you work both of you through it. Once your orgasm fades, you fall forward, resting your head on Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. You press a soft kiss to his skin before sitting back up with a groan and lifting yourself off of him. Spencer whines weakly at the feeling and you press your forehead against his for a moment to soothe him. You pull away and remove the condom, quickly tying it off and dropping it into the tiny trashcan you keep beside your bed for this exact reason. 

With the condom disposed of, you reach up to tug on the quick release. The knot unravels easily and Spencer opens his eyes as the rope slips off his wrists. You toss the rope aside and take his hands in yours. “You did so good, Spencer,” you coo. “I’m so proud of you.” Spencer smiles up at you contentedly as you massage his hands and wrists. You slowly lower his arms to rest on his chest, whispering praises as you rub and squeeze them to encourage blood flow. 

After a few minutes, Spencer curls up against your side with a sigh and you lay down next to him, massaging his hands until he falls asleep.

_____

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୨୧ allieslittlewritings' spencer reid masterlist ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

#daughter!reader

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Baby Girl

Spencer becoming a single girl dad

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Failure

Reader gets a low grade and thinks Spencer will be angry at her for it

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Care

Spencer takes care of depressed!reader

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Hotch's Office (toddler!reader)

Spencer's daughter wanders off to Hotch's office

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Quiet

Reader and Spencer are struggling

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Sick Day

Reader has a cold and Spencer takes care of her

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Rain, Periods, and Pizza

Reader gets her period on a bad day

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Costume Shopping

Reader and Spencer shop for Halloween costumes

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Homemade Ornaments

Reader and Spencer during the holiday season

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Graduation Blues (requested)

Reader just graduated high school and has mixed feelings about it

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Psychrolutes Marcidus (requested)

William Reid's first time meeting child!reader doesn't go very well

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! A Place to Rest (toddler!reader)

Reader picks a better place to nap than her bed

#non-binary!child!reader

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! A Better Understanding

Reader comes out to Spencer as non-binary

[person4924]

My meemaw said that Spencer Reid “looks non-binary”

is she wrong tho

[allisluv]

heyyy!! please can i have a 🫶 for Criminal Minds?

i'm bi (preference for girls), and non-binary (they/them pronouns), i have autism and adhd, and i'm (semi) fluent in spanish.

I LOVEEE Spider-man and taylor swift (my favourite albums are 1989, rep, midnights, folklore, and TTPD). i love the marauders (remus + andromeda kin for life), and i'm a hufflepuff.

i love reading and writing (i'm even trying to write a book right now, lol), some of my favourite books are 'the seven husbands of evelyn hugo', the 'agggtm' trilogy, and most Kurt Vonnegut novels.

reading and drawing comic strips/books is a current hyperfixation of mine (especially the marvel ones), and my top 3 favourite movies are 'Big Hero 6', 'Tangled', and 'Ghostbusters'.

i'm also currently learning french and italian (i love languages/want to study linguistics in college), and Halloween/Día de los Muertos is my favourite holiday.

(not really sure what else to put) -🕸️ thank u xxx

anon i just want to say i love your reading taste! cant wait to hear all about your book in the future <3

you’re giving me elle greenaway or spencer reid vibes !!

[maraudersmary]

dorcas meadowes headcanons <3

it’s about time i did the object of my affections

FIRSTLY i am so undecided on what house they’d be in (i don’t read much hogwarts stuff i prefer aus so it’s not something i really think about tbh) but i like both slytherin and gryffindor dorcas

really close with pandora (ravenclaw together?) it’s a friendship they never excepted and even fought it off at first but pandora was relentless and dorcas is forever grateful for that (think grumpy sunshine friendship)

THE most powerful witch of their age like voldy had to personally kill them?? what more do i have to say

they never died and lives happily with marlene and a kitten

due to this they have an academic rivalry with lily but they actually both love it and it motivates them to try their hardest even when it seems like a struggle. they soon bond over other things like muggle books and music, forming a real friendship

they became enamoured with marlene on the quidditch pitch, and through spending more time with her fell in love with the fire that burned so brightly in her.

became an auror, eventually progressing to being the chief of auror’s (or whatever the title for that is)

in a muggle universe they would have a powerful role in something creative; think top music producer, ceo of a gallery, tattoo artist with their own shop.

hates being called dorky or dorks unless it’s marlene or james for some reason

came out as non-binary at 19

likes to smoke weed but not with other people, a solitary smoker who uses it to reach their most creative self

the exception of this is of course pandora

didn’t want to join the war, but knew their power would be needed, and they couldn’t imagine a world where they let marlene fight and possibly die without doing everything in their power to prevent that

has a slightly strained relationship with mary, they are good friends and hang out all the time as a group, but mary and marlene’s past always sits in the back of dorcas’ mind

ignoring time periods… favourite music is velvet underground and nico, unknown mortal orchestra, LCD soundsystem, and big thief.

loves yorgos lanthimos

sees themself in many fictional characters, including but not limited to; spencer reid, spencer hastings, cristina yang, and emily prentiss.

can be emotionally avoidant, but works hard to be able to be present and honest for marlene.

both nostrils pierced and a vertical labret, likes to wear their hair in braids and matches rings in it with their other piercings (they are a gold person always). wears a LOT of bracelets and necklaces

struggles with their ambition, they see it as a positive force, but also like a burden as they often feel unhappy with their professional life when they’re not rising up the ranks fast enough.

despite this, they feel completely content and at peace with marlene and their little family (the friend group)

has a funny little friendship with remus. they don’t hang out very often just the two of them, but somehow seem to gravitate towards each other in group settings and dorcas innately trusts remus with a lot. their respective friendships with lily help this bond grow

so yeah, she is my girl fr <3

[icarusaurusz]

☆ about me ☆

𖦹 spencer, they/them, infp

𖦹 non-binary lesbian

interests

𖦹 yellowjackets - callie sadecki, mari, javi martinez, + van palmer

𖦹 the walking dead universe - rosita espinosa, carl grimes, alicia clark, + clementine

𖦹 grishaverse - zoya nazyalensky, inej ghafa, + wylan van eck

𖦹 marvel - daisy johnson, ava starr, natasha romanoff, rio vidal, + gwenpool

𖦹 criminal minds - jj, elle greenaway, + spencer reid

𖦹 hannibal - abigail hobbs, will graham

𖦹 music - the crane wives, adrianne lenker, gigi perez, ethel cain, julie, big thief, + hozier

𖦹 dinosaurs - my favourites are ankylosaurus, pachycephalosaurus, + velociraptor

𖦹 sharks - my favourites are whale sharks, zebra sharks, + nurse sharks

𖦹 writing - i'm currently working on a the walking dead fanfiction with oc's, so that is my main focus

𖦹 honorable mentions - warrior nun, the last of us, the 100, scream, horror movies, star wars, a good girls guide to murder, the hunger games, arcane, fallout

^^current favorite character!!

bye bye :)

[gremlinbean]

Spencer Reid does not believe in gender for himself. They just don't. She uses any pronouns, tho typically people just use he/him. Spencer doesn't even consider xir gender until Penelope admits that she is non-binary (she/they pronouns)

[fanfics4all]

Crimson Ties: Part 2

Request: Yes / No  I'm absolutely in love with Crimson ties lol. Part 2 maybe? Anon

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Non-Binary!Parkinson!Male!Reader 

Word count: 2714

Warnings: Murder shit… It’s Riverdale and Criminal Minds

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Hotch cleared his throat, drawing our attention to him. The weight of the case settled over us like a heavy fog. 

“Alright, listen up.” Hotch started, arms crossed

 as he surveyed us. “We’re dealing with an unsub who has killed four people so far, all with the same MO. Small town, limited resources, this is going to require efficiency on our part. Garcia?” 

On cue, Garcia’s face popped up on the laptop screen in front of us. 

“Hello, my jet-setting warriors of justice!” She greeted before her tone shifted, more serious. “So, our lovely Miss. Jones’ dear old Dad sent over the case details, and let me tell you, this is not your average small-town crime spree. Our unsub is precise. All four victims were killed execution-style- single gunshot to the head, no signs of struggle, no defensive wounds.” 

“Any connection between the victims?” Rossie asked, leaning forward. 

Garcia clicked away at her keyboard before shaking her head. 

“Nothing obvious. Two men, two women, different ages, different occupations. No known ties to each other. But here’s the kicker, the crime scenes? Super clean. Like, serial-killer-on-a-sanitization-spree clean. 

“Which suggests a high level of organization.” Spencer chimed in, his brow furrowed. 

“They knew exactly what they were doing and how to avoid leaving forensic evidence behind.” 

“Welcome to Riverdale.” I muttered, arms crossed. “It may be a small town, but it’s had its fair share of… violence over the years.” 

“Anything else stand out?” Hotch asked. 

Garcia sighed. “Well, all four victims were shot with the same type of gun- a .22 caliber. And before you ask, no registered owners of that particular model in the area seem to match our unsub’s profile. I’ll keep digging, though.” 

“Good. Keep us updated.” Hotch said before turning his attention to Y/N. “Jones, what else should we know about Riverdale?” 

I shifted slightly in my seat. “It’s a town where everybody knows everybody, but that doesn’t mean people don’t have secrets. My Dad and the sheriff’s department do what they can, but there’s a history of corruption, gangs, and organized crime. Even with my Dad as sheriff, there are still parts of Riverdale where law and order are more of a suggestion than a rule.” 

“Sounds like home sweet home.” Morgan teased with a smirk. “Still can't believe our resident badass profiler was a biker babe back in the day.” 

I rolled my eyes again. “I wasn’t a biker babe, Morgan.” 

Uh-huh.” Emily chimed in. “Your dad used to run the Serpents, your brother’s now in charge, and you still ride a motorcycle? Face it, you were a full-on biker babe.” 

The team chuckled, but Hotch cleared his throat, bringing us back once again. 

“Focus. When we land, we’ll stop at the hotel to drop our things off, then head straight to the sheriff’s station. Jones, you’ll introduce us to your Father, and from there, we start building a profile.” 

Everyone nodded in agreement, and as the jet continued toward Riverdale, I glanced over at Spencer, who still looked deep in thought. 

“You okay?” I asked quietly. 

Spencer swallowed and adjusted his tie. “Yeah, just… I was already nervous about meeting your Father, but now I’ll probably have to meet your brother too? The gang leader?” 

I smirked, nudging his arm playfully. “Juggie’s harmless. He just looks intimidating. And my Dad? He’ll love you, I promise.” 

Morgan grinned. “Reid, my man, I can already see it- FP’s gonna take one look at you and ask if you even know how to throw a punch.” 

I groaned. “You’re all insufferable!” 

“Yeah, yeah, we love you too, biker babe.” Emily teased. 

When we landed in Riverdale, we wasted no time checking into the hotel. After a quick stop to drop off our bags, we piled into the SUVs and headed straight for the sheriff’s station. As we pulled up, my stomach twisted, not in fear, but in anticipation. It had been a while since I last been home, and even longer since I’d seen my Dad. Stepping out of the SUV, I took a deep breath before leading the team inside. 

The station was buzzing with activity, officers moving about as phones rang off the hook. But the moment my Dad spotted me, everything else faded. His face broke into a wide grin as he stood from behind his desk. 

“Y/N/N!” 

I barely had time to react before Dad pulled me into a tight hug. I relaxed into it, allowing myself this moment of familiarity before pulling back. 

“Hey, Daddy.” I said with a smile. 

Dad looked me over before shaking his head. 

“You look good, Princess. But I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t surprised to see you back here.” His gaze flickered to the team behind me. 

“And I assume these are your people?” 

I turned, gesturing to the team. “Yeah. This is SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA David Rossi, SSA Jennifer Jareau, SSA David Morgan, SSA Emily Prentiss, and SSA Dr. Spencer Reid.” 

At the mention of Spencer’s name, Dad’s eyes landed on him, sizing him up. Spencer, to his credit, stood his ground, though I could see the nervous flicker in his expression. 

Dad raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re the genius?” 

Spencer adjusted his tie. “Uh, yes, sir.” 

“He’s my boyfriend.” I cut in, smirking slightly. 

Dad narrowed slightly before he gave a slow nod. “Huh. You any good with a gun, genius?” 

Spencer blinked. “Statistically speaking, I have a high accuracy rate in controlled environments, but-” 

Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “Relax, kid. I’m just messin’ with you.” 

I rolled my eyes as the rest of the team tried, and failed, to hide their amusement. 

“Alright…” Dad continued, getting back to business. “Let’s get to work. We’ve got a killer to catch.” 

I nodded, slipping back into agent mode. “Where do we start?” 

We gathered in the room Dad set up for us, spreading our case files, crime scene photos, and a whiteboard for connections. Dad leaned against the table, arms crossed as he surveyed us. 

“Alright.” Dad started, his tone shifting to business. “We’ve got four victims, all killed the same way. No evidence was left behind, and there were no clear connections. But this town has its fair share of shadows. If there’s somethin’ bigger goin’ on, someone knows somethin’. They just ain’t talkin’.” 

“That’s where we come in.” Hotch said, nodding. “Morgan, Prentiss, I want you two at the last crime scene. See if there’s anything the local cops missed.” 

“You got it.” Morgan said, already heading out. 

“JJ, David, you’re with me. We’ll talk to the victims’ families and see if they noticed anything off before the murders.” 

JJ nodded while Rossi took a sip of his coffee. “People tend to open up more once they trust you. Let’s hope they’re willing to talk.” 

Hotch then turned to Dad. “Sheriff, anything else we should know before we split up?” 

Dad sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Just that this town had its own brand of loyalty. People are scared, and even if they do know somethin’, they won’t say it unless they feel safe. But there’s one group that might have heard somethin’-” He turned his gaze to me. “Your siblings have been askin’ about you, Y/N. You should go see ‘em.” 

I blinked. “Huh?” 

Dad smirked. “Jughead and Jellybean miss their sister, and if there’s any noise on the streets, Jughead and the Serpents might’ve caught wind of it.” 

Before I could respond, Hotch nodded. “Go see them. Take Reid with you.” 

I turned to him, surprised. “Hotch-” 

He held a hand up.”If your brother has information, we need it. And you might be more effective getting him to talk than we would. But I want Reid with you. See if the Serpents know anything about what’s going on.” 

I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Fine. Jug at the Wyrm?” I asked Dad. 

“Probably, but, you sure you wanna bring the genius there? The Serpents might eat him alive.” 

Spencer shifted uncomfortably. “I-I’ll be fine.” 

I snorted, giving Spencer a once-over before turning back to Dad. “He’s coming. If anything, they’ll be too confused by him to do anything.” 

Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “Your call, Princess. Just don’t let ‘em chew him up too much. And you might wanna change into something less… Northsider.” 

I rolled my eyes, and Spencer looked at me, wide-eyed. “Why do I feel like I just walked into something dangerous?” 

I grinned, grabbing my jacket. “Because you did. Welcome to Riverdale, baby.” 

Spencer and I stopped by the hotel before heading to the Whyte Wyrm. I rummaged through my duffel bag, pulling out my old Serpent jacket, a fitted black tank top with some lace, and ripped jeans. It had been years since I wore anything like this, but as soon as I slipped it on, something clicked. A piece of me that I left behind resurfaced, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. 

Spencer, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed, cleared his throat. When I turned around, his eyes widened slightly, and his mouth opened like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, gripping his satchel a little tighter. 

“Oh… uh… wow.” He finally managed, adjusting his tie like it suddenly felt too tight. 

“You seem really… confident in that.” 

I grinned, giving him a little twirl. “Used to wear this all the time. Guess I kinda miss it.” I tugged at the leather of my Serpent jacket, rolling my shoulders to get used to the familiar weight. 

“Alright, baby. Ready to meet the locals?” 

Spencer nodded, though he still seemed slightly dazed. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

The Whyte Wyrm was exactly the same as I remembered- loud, dimly lit, filled with cigarette smoke, and the ever-present scent of cheap beer. The second we stepped inside, the place quieted slightly, all eyes turning toward me. Then, as if a switch had flipped, the teasing started. 

“Well, well, well,” Sweet Pea drawled, leaning against the bar with a smirk.

“Look what the snake dragged in. The big, bad FBI agent, gracing us with her presence.” 

“Didn’t think you’d ever set foot in here again.” Fangs added, giving me a one-over before his eyes flicked to Spencer. 

“And who’s the stiff? Your bodyguard?” Pea asked. 

Spencer tensed beside me, shifting uncomfortably under their scrutiny. Before I could respond, Toni rolled her eyes and smacked Sweet Pea upside the head. 

“Would you two shut up?” She scolded before turning to me with a warm smile. 

“It’s good to see you, Jewel.” 

“I grinned, hugging her. “You too, T.” 

“You still a Serpent under that fancy FBI badge?” She teased, eyeing my jacket. 

I smirked. “Always.” 

Before anyone could say anything else, footsteps sounded from the back, and then Jughead appeared at the top of the stairs. His gaze landed on me, and his eyes widened for just a second before softening. 

“Y/N…” He breathed before making his way down, pulling me into a tight hug. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” 

I hugged him just as tightly. “Missed you, Juggie.” 

“Yeah, well, you’ve been busy saving the world, haven’t you?” He teased, pulling back to study me. His expression shifted, something proud shining in his eyes. 

“I’m really proud of you, you know that?” 

I smiled. “Yeah, I know.” 

His eyes then flicked to Spencer, and his brother instincts kicked in immediately. 

“And you are?” 

Spencer straightened. “Dr. Spencer Reid. I’m with the BAU. It’s- um- it’s nice to meet you.” 

Jughead didn’t say anything at first, just tilted his head slightly as he sized Spencer up. 

“BAU, huh? So, you’re the genius Y/N talked about? They sent you to keep an eye on my sister?” 

Spencer hesitated. “I- well, I suppose that’s one way to put it.” 

I sighed, already seeing where this was going. Jughead’s protective instincts were in full force, and the Serpents were eating it up. I decided to just rip off the band-aid before this got out of hand. 

“He’s my boyfriend, Jug.” I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“So, knock it off.” 

Silence. Then-

“Oh, hell no!” Sweet Pea scoffed, straightening up. “You’re dating an FBI agent?” 

“A Fed.” Fangs added, eyeing Spencer like he was an alien. 

“Damn, Jewel, you sure you’re still one of us?” Toni teased, but I could see the amusement in her eyes. 

Jughead, on the other hand, was not amused. 

“You’re serious?” He asked, eyes narrowing. “You’re dating the guy they sent to babysit you?” 

Spencer stiffened beside me. “I wouldn’t say babysit-” 

Jughead ignored him. “You could’ve told me, you know.” 

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t think I needed my little brother’s permission, Juggie.” 

Jughead ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Spencer before sighing in frustration. 

“Unbelievable…” 

“Oh relax.” I nudged him. “He’s harmless.” 

“That’s what they all say until they start investigating your friends.” Pea muttered. 

Spencer shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, but to his credit, he didn’t back down. 

“Alright, enough.” I held up a hand before things escalated. 

“We didn’t come here for this.” I grabbed Jughead by the sleeve and tugged him toward to stairs. 

“Office. Now.” 

Jughead hesitated before sighing and following. “Fine.” 

Spencer, still looking slightly overwhelmed, followed after me. Upstairs, I shut the office door behind us and turned to Jughead, my expression turning serious. 

“We need to know if the Serpents have heard anything about the murders.” 

Jughead leaned against the desk, arms crossed. 

“That’s why you’re really here?” 

I nodded. “Dad called, said the town has another serial killer. I just wanna know if you’ve heard anything.” 

Jughead sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve heard whispers. No one knows who’s behind it, but people are scared, Y/N. There’s something big happening under the surface, and whoever’s responsible? They’re good. Real good. No mistakes, no witnesses. It’s like they’re a damn ghost.” 

I sighed. “So, we’re back to square one.” 

“Not necessarily.” Jughead pushed off the desk. He exhaled through his nose and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He handed it to me with a pointed look. 

“One of the Serpents passed this to me earlier today. Said it might mean something. 

I unfolded it quickly, eyes scanning over what appeared to be a map of Riverdale, but with several locations circled in red. My stomach twisted. 

“Jug, what the hell!?” I snapped, looking up at him. “Why didn’t you give this to Dad?” 

Jughead rolled his eyes. “I only got it today, Y/N. I was going to give it to him later.” He crossed his arms, defensive. “I’m the damn leader now that he’s the sheriff, and I’ve got a lot to deal with.” 

Before I could retort, the door suddenly burst open. 

“Jug, I need-” Jellybean’s voice cut off abruptly when she saw me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then, in an instant, she rushed forward, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug.

“Y/N! When did you get back?” She asked excitedly, squeezing me like she hadn’t seen me in years. Which I guess she hasn’t…  

I chuckled, hugging her back. “Hey, JB. Just got in today.” 

Jellybean pulled back, grinning at me until her eyes landed on Spencer. Her entire demeanor shifted as she took a step back, crossing her arms. Her expression turned skeptical, suspicious even, as she looked him up and down. 

“Who’s this?” She asked, unimpressed. 

Jughead smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “That, JB, is Y/N’s boyfriend.” 

Jellybean’s head snapped up to me so fast I was surprised she didn’t get whiplash. 

“Wait. Him?” she pointed at Spencer as if it was some kind of joke. “He’s a Fed!” 

I groaned. “Oh my God, seriously? I’m a Fed too!” 

Jellybean just raised an eyebrow at me. “Yeah, but you don’t look like a Fed.” She gave Spencer another once-over, unimpressed. “He does.” 

Spencer blinked, looking like he wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. 

“I…I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing?”

Jellybean just hummed in response, clearly still judging. 

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