#spencer reid x autistic daughter reader

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

ok i was thinking about a fanfic where Spencer (probably a single dad) has a daughter (13-14) like tina belcher from bobs burgers, i just imagine they’d both be so awkward (and definitely autistic) and they’d both have glasses. But while Reid can talk lots and can get excited easily about things, she’s like the opposite, imagine her meeting the team

Spencer Reid X Autistic Daughter Reader

Request : ok i was thinking about a fanfic where Spencer (probably a single dad) has a daughter (13-14) like tina belcher from bobs burgers, i just imagine they’d both be so awkward (and definitely autistic) and they’d both have glasses. But while Reid can talk lots and can get excited easily about things, she’s like the opposite, imagine her meeting the team

Third person pov...

In the quiet suburban town of Quantico, Virginia, there lived a man named Spencer Reid. He was a brilliant criminal profiler, working for the Behavioural Analysis Unit (BAU) of the FBI.

Spencer was known for his encyclopaedic knowledge, his ability to connect the dots, and his unwavering dedication to his work.

Spencer had a daughter, Y/N, who was around 13-14 years old. She was a carbon copy of her father in many ways, with her glasses and her love for knowledge.

However, unlike her father, Y/N was a shy and introverted girl, who found it difficult to express herself. She was often compared to Tina Belcher from Bob's Burgers, as they both shared a similar awkwardness and a penchant for the unusual.

Y/N's quiet demeanour was a stark contrast to her father's animated personality. Spencer could talk for hours about his latest research or a new theory he had developed, while Y/N would prefer to spend her time reading or drawing.

Despite their differences, the two shared a deep bond, and Spencer was fiercely protective of his daughter.

It was a calm Saturday after weeks of cases the team had a couple days off, which pleased the Dr greatly, happy to spend time with his daughter,

Y/N.

The last one had been hard, a woman was going around killing young girls who reminded her of her high schools' bullies, Spencer couldn't wait to get home and see his daughter, they had called every night.

The two were currently sitting in the living room on the sofa, Spencer was reading a book, leaning against the arm of the sofa and his daughter next to him she was sketching in her sketchbook, she was exceptionally good.

Spencer smiled when his daughter showed him her drawing, he loved it when she showed him what she was drawing, her sketches are incredibly detailed. "Amazing N/N" he comments making his daughter smile and continue drawing.

In the background classical music played, neither liked a silent background so music was necessary. As they spent the quiet morning together around lunch Spencer received a call from his boss, Aaron Hotchner.

"Hotch is there a case?" he asks having stood up from the sofa.

He watched his daughter continue to draw, a smile still on his face. She was in her own world now "Hi Reid, not a case but I was hoping you could bring Y/N in" Spencer was confused.

He stands near the kitchen. "I could, be there soon" the two then end the call, Hotch had explained that there was an important case that required the team's immediate attention, and Hotch believed that Y/N's unique perspective could be valuable.

He then walked back over to his daughter, now to tell her they are leaving. "Hey N/N, want to come to my work with me?" He asks the girl.

This made the H/C girl look up from her sketchbook, E/C eyes wide. "Really" she asks, she always wanted to go to her dad work, she loves the job he does and all the caseshe solves.

Spencer was surprised. Usually Y/N doesn't like new places. "You do?"He asks the girl, Y/N grins at him. "Want to see where you work" she tells him.

Spencer laughs and pulls her in for a hug, one thing about Y/N is she loves hugs mainly the pressure from them. "Great, go get ready we need to leave soon" He tells her.

The teen then runs off to her room to get her things, once ready the father and daughter leave the apartment and make their way to the FBI headquarters.

As they entered the BAU office, Y/N was immediately overwhelmed by the bustling activity and the presence of her father's colleagues. She clung to Spencer's arm; her eyes wide behind her glasses.

Spencer helped her calm down by handing her headphones, Y/N quickly took them and put them on, the noise canceling happening immediately.

This made her feel calmer, but didn't let go of her Dad. The two find the rest of the team standing and chatting to each other about the case.

"Hey pretty boy" calls Derek, this made the rest turn to the two reids, Penelope instantly turns to the girl next to the young doctor. "Who's that with you Baby genius?" She asks waving at the teen.

Y/N looks down at the floor, avoiding the gazes of the team. "Guys this is Y/N my daughter" he explains, the team is shocked.

Derek wraps an arm around Spencer. "Pret-ty boy, how come you never told us you have a kid?" He asks.

The young Dr blushes and shrugs the arm off him. "Because you didn't ask" he grumbles, making Derek raise his hands and back away from him.

The team was initially taken aback by

Y/N's quiet demeanour, but they soon realized that her unique perspective was indeed valuable.

As they discussed the case, Y/N offered insights that the others had not considered, drawing on her vast knowledge of human behaviour and her keen observational skills.

Over time, Y/N began to open up to the team, sharing her thoughts and ideas more freely. She found a kindred spirit in Penelope Garcia.

who appreciated Y/N's love for all things geeky and her passion for learning. The two bonded over their shared interests, and Y/N began to feel more comfortable in the BAU office.

As the team worked together to solve the case, Y/N's confidence grew. She began to speak up more often, offering her insights and ideas without hesitation.

Her father watched with pride as his daughter blossomed, finding her voice in the midst of the BAU team.

In the end, the team successfully solved the case, thanks in part to Y/N's unique perspective.

As they celebrated their victory, Y/N stood alongside her father and the rest of the team, her glasses slightly askew and a smile on her face. She had found her place among the BAU team, and she knew that she would always be welcome there.

From that day forward, Y/N became a regular fixture at the BAU office, offering her insights and ideas to help solve the most challenging cases.

And though she was still quiet and introverted, she had found her voice, and she knew that she could have influence in the world.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1170

[fanfics4all]

Be With Daddy

Request: Yes / No  Could you please do a Spencer Reid x autistic daughter were she really clingy? Maybe Derek ask if she wants to hang out for the day. and she has meltdown. because she doesn't want to leave her dad. Thank you!! @littlesister20001​

Requests are closed  <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Daughter!Autistic!Reader 

Word count: 1077

Warnings: A meltdown I suppose? 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N: I do not have autism so I do not fully know what it’s like to have it! I did my research and I hope this alright! Please let me know if this is insensitive and I need to change things! 

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*Spencer’s POV*

I never enjoyed taking Y/N to work with me, but ever since her Mother died I didn’t have too much of a choice. It was late at night and there was no way I could call her usual babysitting in at this time. I hated waking her up because sometimes she could get cranky, but I really didn’t have a choice this time. I quietly walked into her room and gently shook her awake. She groaned and slowly blinked awake. She looked up at me and smiled tiredly. 

“Daddy?” She asked and I smiled. 

“Hey sweetie, Daddy got called into work and it’s late. I need you to come with me.” I said quietly. She rubbed her eye and nodded. 

“Okay, Daddy.” She said and held her arms up and did little grabby hands at me. I smiled at her and lifted her up. 

“Let’s get you changed, hmm?” I asked and she nodded once again. I got her dressed in one of her favorite outfits and she rested her head on my shoulder once we were done. I picked up her little backpack and grabbed my own bag, then we were out the door. I placed her in her car seat and we headed to the office. When we got there the team was all standing in the bullpen and stared at us when we walked inside. 

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t call the babysitting in this late on a school night and our neighbor that usually watches her when she can’t is on vacation.” I explained and they smiled. 

“Hey little Reid! How you doing?” Morgan asked with a huge smile. 

“Sleepy.” She mumbled and everyone chuckled. 

“Ried, you can’t have her in the round table room.” Hotch said and I nodded. 

“How about you come with me little chick-a-dee?” Garcia asked and Y/N shook her head no. I set her down and gently pushed her towards her. 

“Go on Y/N, you love Garcia.” I said with a small smile. 

“No… I wanna stay with Daddy.” She said and I sighed. 

“Sweetie, you can’t stay with Daddy right now. Daddy needs to work.” I said and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. 

“Wanna stay with Daddy!” She said louder and stomped her foot. She started to try and shake her head. 

“No! No! No!” She cried and moved towards my desk. She crawled under it and hugged her knees. My eyes widened slightly and I realized that she might not have woken up so easily like I originally thought. She started smacking her head against my desk and crying. 

“Wanna stay with Daddy!” She continued to cry. I dropped both the bags and ran over to her. I blocked her banging with my hand and gently cradled it. Just enough to stop her from hurting herself, but not enough to cause her any damage. 

“Hey, none of that sweetie.” I said softly. She continued her rocking, but she wasn’t banging her head anymore. Her breathing was still heavy and I could tell she couldn’t focus on one thing, but once she recognized it was me holding her she leaned into my touch slightly. 

“Can you come out, sweetie?” I asked softly. She shook her head no and I nodded back. 

“Okay, I understand. I’ll just sit here with you then.” I said and crossed my legs. I took off my coat and wrapped it around her loosely. Once it was over her, I took her hand in mine and just sat there. 

“Can someone hand me her phone? It’s in the front pocket of her backpack.” I asked. JJ opened the pocket and slowly walked over to us. She kept her distance and handed me her phone. She walked back to the rest of the team who was looking at us worriedly. I pulled up her favorite show and held it so she could watch it. 

“Ried, take your time here. We have a local case and someone will update you on once you’re done.” Hotch said. I nodded and the team followed him to the round table room. 

It took some time, but I was slowly able to coax her out from under the desk and got her to relax. She was sitting in my lap and watching her show. She was resting her head against my chest and smiling. 

“Hey sweetie?” I asked quietly. She looked up at me and hummed. 

“I know you wanna stay with Daddy, but Daddy needs to work.” I said and I saw her eyes slightly start to tear up. 

“No more tears, sweetie.” I said quietly and her lip slightly quivered. 

“You remember what Daddy does for work?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Daddy saves people.” She answered quietly. 

“That’s right. And right now, Daddy needs to go help the team save some people.” I explained and she sighed but nodded slightly. 

“So do you think you can go spend some time with Auntie Garcia and Daddy will come and visit you in about two hours?” I asked and she sighed. 

“Okay Daddy…” She said and I smiled at her. 

“That’s my big girl.” I said and lifted her up. She was still wrapped in my jacket, I knew it would help keep her calm. I picked up our bags and walked towards Garcia’s office. I knocked on the door and she called for us to come in. I walked inside and she turned to us with a smile. 

“Hey chick-a-dee, are you okay?” She asked in a gentle voice. She nodded slightly and I placed her down on the extra chair she had and smiled at Garcia. 

“She should be okay, just let her watch her show for right now and she should either fall asleep or open back up with you.” I said and she nodded. 

“Sure thing boy genius.” She smiled and turned to Y/N. 

“Just let me know if you need anything, chick-a-dee, okay?” She asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out her headphones. She connected them to her phone and continued to watch her show. 

“I’ll come by and check on her in about two hours.” I said and Garcia nodded. 

“I’ll take care of her, Reid.” She said and I nodded with a smile. I left and just hoped Y/N wouldn’t have another meltdown tonight. Hopefully we could do this quickly and I wouldn’t have to keep Y/N here for hours.

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[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)

Note: This is a Capsule Series, so each fic can be read as an individual oneshot. There is no overarching story, and no specific ending.

Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Mostly sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)

Lesson Two: Magic Metacarpals - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends With Benefits. Smut. After receiving his first lesson, Spencer is eager to learn more for you. So you teach him the next logical thing - how to pleasure you in return. (26,300 words.)

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader - Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut, Sexual Tension. When investigating Viper, Emily doesn't fall for his tricks, and in fact - spends the night teasing him by showing more interest in you. Little did she know, she was driving you insane in the process. (2,800 words.)

The Perfect Brat - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Spencer acts up, so you and Elle put him in his place. (2,900 words.)

Loverboy - Bratty!Virgin!Spencer Reid x (Dom)Fem!Reader. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You try your hardest to make Spencer's first time a good one. (3,100 words.)

Black Suit - Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong. (2,900 words.)

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. After JJ is attacked on the Hankle farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind. (3,000 words.)

Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)

Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Morgan calls you Reid's 'Mommy', and you don't think much of it - but Reid can't get it out of his head. It accidentally slips out of his lips, and you like how it sounds coming from him. (6,300 words.)

Pathetic - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!GN!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. Spencer gets punished again - in a very creative way. (2,600 words.)

She Keeps Me Up - Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. JJ is very protective of you - and very possessive of you. When an UnSub leaves a tiny scratch on you, she feels the need to remind you exactly who you belong to. (3,100 words.)

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons

Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

JJ Being Protective Of You (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic Reader)

The Scale of Dominance and Submissiveness in The Criminal Minds Characters (Headcanons)

How would Spencer react to you teasing him with a lollipop?

How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?

How would Spencer, Emily, and Elle react to getting proposed to?

How would Derek, Emily, and Spencer react to your daughter being clingy with them?

Note: This last fic links off to AO3. I'm probably not going to edit it and post it on Tumblr - it's going to live on AO3. So if you want to read it, you can do so at this link.

Burn The Witch - Spencer Reid x (BAU)Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining Co-Workers. Heavy Angst, Smut, Casefic. (Series - Complete.) You weren’t sure which you regretted more: acting on your feelings for Spencer, or writing them down first. But there wasn't much room for regrets when a psychopath was waving a gas can in front of your face and telling you he intended to turn you to ashes. (69,900 words.)

[happyhauntt]

a grey day — spencer reid.

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─── summary: spencer meets the newest member of the department.

─── pairing: spencer reid x autistic!medical examiner!reader.

─── warnings: fluff, reader is autistic & a mom, spencer's iq gets slashed to sixty when he talks to pretty girls and it's my favourite thing. no use of y/n. reader is performing an autopsy so mentions of blood but nothing too graphic.

─── word count: 1.3k.

     YOU KNOW IT'S A GREY DAY before you even manage to open your eyes.

     And really, you’re expecting it  ━  this whole week has been filled with pale pink and lime green with solid, unwavering turquoise blobs in the middle, because you started your new job on Monday and the apprehension, the excited, the nausea, they've all been stirring up inside you for days now.

     Waking up to a grey day doesn't hit you as hard as it usually would.

     Still, you feel sluggish when you drag yourself out of bed ten full minutes after your alarm has gone off. The shower is a no-go this morning  ━  if you’re honest with yourself, the shower is a no-go most mornings, when your skin feels soft and sensitive and your brain can't cope with the idea of a barrage of hot water raining down on you  ━  so you slap on some deodorant and spray some dry shampoo in your hair, tugging it up into a rough ponytail.

     You take your time with your makeup, though; strawberry lipgloss and lots of concealer, a heaping of eyeliner and your favourite gold hoop earrings are exactly what you need to feel better. When you step out into the hallway wearing your comfiest black jeans and a jumper that's probably smart enough to pass the dress code, hearing your daughter giggling in the kitchen, the grey day lightens a little.

     It gets even better when your sister-in-law presses a travel mug of iced coffee into your hands.

     "Jackie, I fucking adore you," you say around a mouthful of delicious, soul-quenching caffeinated goodness. You’d half-expected Jackie to have something planned. Four years of living together means that Jackie tends to know about your off days before you do.

     The other woman suppresses a smile, coupled with a sharp look. "There's a three-year-old right there!"

     You snort, waving your hand nonchalantly. As if you don't have this conversation every single day. "Nellie knows not to repeat what I say." You turn to your daughter, your heart swelling three sizes as the little girl at the kitchen table looks up from her drawing. "Nell, baby, what am I always telling you?"

     "Don't go home with strangers."

     "Well, yeah, but I meant the other thing."

     The little girl brightens, revealing a missing front tooth. "If Aunt Jackie won't say it, then I shouldn't say it."

      You giggle, scurrying over to drop a kiss on your daughter's forehead. "Exactly right, my little love."

     When you turn back toward the kitchen counter, your sister-in-law's face is painted with an affronted look, her mouth half-open. "I can say bad words!"

      You wrinkle your nose. "I'll believe that when I see it."

     By the time you leave the house, sliding into your car with a second cup of iced coffee in hand, the day has lightened to a pale blue. You hope it will stay that way.

     "YOU LOOK SO TIRED, DUDE."

     Well, alright, he'll admit it wasn't the first thing he was expecting to hear when he entered the coroner's office. It's been a while since he ventured down to the morgue, sure, but Dr. Peterson has never talked to him like that before, and he's fairly certain not that much has changed in the three-or-so weeks it's been.

     And Spencer's observant. He prides himself on being able to notice things, tiny details other people seem to miss, things that are so obvious to him that he can't comprehend how normal people can't see them.

     So if anyone asks, he'll never admit that it took a full twelve seconds before he realised that the girl in the white lab coat, elbow-deep in an open chest cavity, is definitely not Dr. Peterson.

     "Uh..."

     It's the most intelligent response he can muster in the moment.

     "It's okay," you add, hardly bothering to look up from the corpse. "I'm tired too. And you're not the worst-looking guy in the room." You jerk your head at the dead guy on the table. "Although I'd say that's a pretty low bar, all things considered."

     "Where's Dr. Peterson?"

     "He retired. Or got a promotion, I think? Not totally sure." You shrug, raising an eyebrow at him. "I thought I'd met most of the department already, but I don't recognise you.” You tell him your name, squinting at him through your plastic glasses.”I’m the new... coroner, medical examiner, pathologist, dancing monkey? They didn't totally specify the position when they offered it, which I think says more about me than anything else."

     Spencer blinks. He's not totally sure he's ever met anyone who could talk nearly as fast as him before. "Dr. Spencer Reid, Behavioral Analysis Unit. Nice to meet you."

     "Oh, cool!" The liver in your hands gives a wet squelch as you drop it into a metal dish. "I'm under the BAU! I answer to your Section Chief, um, Agent Strauss? She's a little harsh, huh? I'd, uh, shake your hand, but..." You hold both hands up, mimicking a surrender, showing off the blue medical gloves slick with blood.

     An inkling of a smile creeps onto Spencer's face. "I don't shake hands."

     "That's fair," you say with a shrug. "Can I help you, Dr. Reid, or did you get lost looking for the cafeteria?"

     “No, actually.” He remembers the files he was supposed to show you and reaches into his satchel. The intensity of your gaze is like lasers on his skin and he can’t help but fumble, almost sending a stack of documents scattering across the floor.

     When he looks back up at you, cheeks flushed rosy, your stare hasn’t wavered even slightly. Amusement lingers in your eyes.

     He clears his throat and holds out the files as if they are a peace offering. He doesn’t quite understand whether a battle has been fought, but he definitely feels like he lost one. “Hotch— uh, Agent Hotchner sent the Howard County ME’s report on the Richardson case. He wanted you to look it over and sign off before they file it for the District Attorney.”

     You nod at him. The corner of your mouth quirks a little at his stuttering. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so immediately endeared to somebody before, but there he is, blinking at you like a deer caught in headlights. It’s so adorable.

     “Sure, I can do that,” you say. “Just pop it on the desk over there and I’ll get on with it when I’m done here. Can’t get any bodily fluids on the paperwork, y’know? That’d be a nightmare.”

     The volume of your laugh startles him, and he jerks slightly. The sound of it is loud and warm and it should really freak him out, considering you’re wrist-deep in a cadaver and cackling like a maniac, but it doesn’t. It’s actually kind of sweet.

     “If that’s all, Dr, Reid, I’d like to finish rooting through this guy’s insides so I can sew him back up.” Your words are an obvious dismissal, but he doesn’t feel offended, not with the kind smile still adorning your features.

     He nods and backs away. His feet feel a little numb. “Sure thing. I’ll, uh, catch you later. Have fun!”

     “I’m sure I will.”

     You sound like you’re about to laugh again. Have fun, really? He knows he’s fairly inept when it comes to women, but have fun? He scurries out of the morgue and back into the land of the living, and as Spencer boards the elevator all he can think is that he’s so glad Derek wasn’t there to witness that.

     He’s certain he’d never live it down.

     Meanwhile you resume your autopsy with an odd, fuzzy feeling in your chest. You start to hum beneath your breath, a song that must have played on the radio while you were driving to work.

     Your grey day feels a little pink at the edges.

[the-guilty-writer]

The Fake Doctor

Request from anon: Young autistic reader who’s Derek’s daughter and Derek needs Reid’s help with her 

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: After babysitting you, Spencer isn't sure how to bring up to Derek that he thinks you're autistic.

A/N: This is very short and really the best I could come up with. I very rarely write young children readers, but I figured out a way to make this one work by making it more Derek and Spencer centric than reader centric.

CW: just lots of fluff

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Derek looked down the extraordinary long list in front of him and sighed. He didn't normally write a list for the babysitter, but he was worried about Spencer’s child-watching capabilities.

Derek was, for the first time in what he felt was a long time, going out on a date. Of course, your normal sitter canceled last minute due to having the flu. He’d gotten the text that morning at work and was about to cancel his date as well when Reid had offered up his services. Derek knew Spencer was good with kids and you liked him, but your dad was a bit skeptical about if the young doctor really knew what he was getting himself into.

Did a babysitter with an eidetic memory even need a list?

Derek didn’t have time to decide if he should throw it out or not because the doorbell rang through the house. Even though you were distracted by your favorite TV show, you still covered your ears and made a face at the high-pitched sound.

He made a mental note to himself to change the bell to something more pleasant, and walked to the front door to let Spencer in. “Hey, Reid.” Derek let his colleague through the door. “Thanks again for doing this. I owe you one.”

“It’s no problem,” Spencer replied. The two men walked toward the kitchen. “I didn’t have any plans besides reading.” The doctor held a thick book under one arm.

“Well I wrote everything down,” Derek said, handing Reid the list. “But you know how to reach me if you have questions.” While Spencer read through the list, your dad made his way to you. “Hey, baby girl.”

“Hi daddy,” you replied. It made Derek smile - he’d heard from lots of parents that you’d probably switch to “dad” soon enough, but you were still stuck calling him “daddy” and he truly hoped that never went away. “Are you going out with your friend for dinner?”

Derek’s date had been on the calendar for over a week now to prepare you that he wouldn’t be home for bedtime tonight. The unpredictable schedule of his job made you anxious, so when he could let you know about a scheduled event, he put it on the calendar in the kitchen. It wasn’t a perfect fix, but it seemed to help take the edge off.

“Yep,” he kneeled down in front of you. “Dr. Reid is here.”

“The fake doctor,” you said. Derek couldn’t help but laugh and it was only made funnier by the expression on Spencer’s face.

“Yeah, he’s going to stay with you while I go out, like we talked about earlier. Okay?”

You nodded and threw your arms around your father’s shoulders. “I love you, daddy.”

Derek hugged you back tightly. “I love you too, baby girl.” He planted a gentle kiss on top of your head and you went back to watching your show, hugging your arms around your knees as if it replaced the absence of your dad’s presence.

“Good luck,” Spencer said to him, as he left the house.

“You too, kid,” Derek plastered a joking smile on his face to cover up his nerves. It wasn’t his date he was nervous about; he was far more worried about Spencer taking care of you.

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Spencer sat in one of the armchairs in the living room, reading his book over again for the second time. The only reason it wasn’t the third time was because he wasn’t sure what to say to Derek when he got home. Of course, what Spencer had to say was in your best interest, but that didn’t make it seem any less like he had been profiling you.

Just as he was beginning to revise his opening sentence in his head, there was a click with the opening of the front door and light footsteps along the hardwood.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek said with a small but tired smile on his face.

“Hey,” Spencer tried his best to control the nervous pitch of his voice. “How was your date?”

“It was good, actually,” he said. “How was my baby girl?”

“She was good.” Spencer tried to look more casual as he walked closer, but he’d forgotten that your dad knew his tells better than he knew his own.

“Reid, what is it?” Morgan’s brow furrowed with concern. Spencer paused and opened his mouth, but paused before he could go further. “Spit it out.”

“I think she might be autistic.” Spencer searched Derek’s face for an adverse reaction - guilt, denial, anger. What he didn’t expect was for him to say, “Yeah. I know,” and go about putting his coat away like the doctor’s statement was nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’ve known for a couple months now,” Derek continued. “It’s part of why I was concerned about you watching her. She doesn’t do great with last minute changes. It’s also why she calls you ‘the fake doctor.’ I had to explain to her why we weren’t going to see you when we went to see the real doctor.”

“Medical doctor,” Spencer corrected. “And I’m not qualified to diagnose anything, but I can give you an opinion.”

Derek smirked. “Well, I know I already owe you, but I could use your help with special interest research.”

Spencer nodded happily. “I’m pretty filled in on what she already knows after tonight.” He thought about the way your face had lit up when you talked, how excited you had been when he gave you a new fun fact, the joy that radiated off you.

“I’m sure you are, pretty boy,” Derek smiled. “But I know she’d love to know more.” he paused. “And I would like to know more too - about how I can help her.”

“Of course,” Spencer replied. “She’s lucky to have you as a dad.”

“Thanks.” Derek’s voice switched from genuine appreciation to a teasing tone when he said, “We’re both lucky she has an uncle that’s a fake doctor.”

And this time, Spencer couldn’t help but laugh.

[untilnextchapter]

Masterlist : Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

* = Smut (Minors DNI) II Beware of the TW please

Basically anything from @imagining-in-the-margins but here my very favourites:

Different dialects (Fem!Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.)

Impromptu (Fem!Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.)

Fairytales (Dad!Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.)

Growing Pains (Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.)

From @fortheloveofwonderland (check her whole masterlist, you won't be disappointed):

A Memory Locked in the Heart (Fem!Reader, eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.)

Mothers Daughter (fem! single mom! Reader, your mother was a keeper of secrets. She kept them so well, for so long she even managed to keep them hidden from herself. And now you find yourself face to face with the love of your life after ten years, you find yourself starting to wonder if you are your mothers daughter after all. Reunion Challenge)

We continue with the lovely @foxy-eva (all her masterlist is worth the checking, just go go~):

Reflections (Fem! Reader, the kindness Spencer Reid shows to a child seems to impress Fem!Reader a little too much)

Lipstick Stains * (Fem!Reader, the shade of your new lipstick is too much for Spencer to handle)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Any Other Weigh @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, a small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week)

The Lanky Guy in Room 603 @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Fem!Reader, Meeting in the delivery room with midwife Y/N)

A Trip to Remember @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Mermaid!Reader, For three thousand years, you’ve known only what the lake has to offer you. No human contact for three thousand years, yet, always being surrounded by them. Everything changes when you meet Spencer Reid)

Dear Theodosia @violetrainbow412-blog (Fem!Reader, Dad!Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them)

Darling & Dandelion @eideticmemory (Fem!Reader, Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass)

Friends to lovers with Spencer @gtgbabie0 (Fem!Reader, Spencer needs comfort)

BFF @babymetaldoll (Fem!Reader, Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart)

Wife @specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Reader, Spencer Reid with a wife who is autistic and when she comes to visit the team doesn’t know what to do until Reid comes and finds her sitting at his desk)

10 Days @boldlyvoid (Fem!Reader, it's Spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are)

Here for you @weird-is-life (Fem!Reader, 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you)

[Not named] @tinyluvs (Fem!Reader, Being Spencer’s girlfriend and meeting the team for the first time)

[Not named] @ddejavvu (GN!Reader, Spencer Reid and s/o who bites their nails)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Basically check all the masterlist of @specialagentlokitty but here are my favourites Aaron ones:

Please help me (Teen!Reader, Reader has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent) TW: Abusive Parents

Safe (Child!Reader, Aaron rescues her from a kidnapping but then refuses to leave her side at the hospital)

As slow as you need (Fem!Reader, Hotch x reader where reader flinches) TW: Mentions of abusive ex

Miscellaneous Authors:

Can't Lose You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Hotch gets attacked during a case and ends up in the hospital, Y/N realizes she can't lose him without telling him about her feelings)

Derek Morgan x Reader

The first time @specialagentlokitty (Fem!Reader, Dancing at JJ's wedding)

Obsession @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, You’re a target for someone who is obsessed with you, and so you offer yourself as bait to catch the guy)

Like a date? @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for)

Spring Carnival @storiesofsvu (Fem!Reader, Sweet time at the carnival)

Placing bets @cafeacademia (Fem!Reader, Since you started at the BAU, you and Derek have picked up a fun way to get to know more about each other. By making bets, the person who wins gets to ask any question they like to the loser and the loser much answer truthfully. But maybe there's a bit more that just a bit of fun to the bets...)

It's Always Been You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession)

[imagining-in-the-margins]

hi!! do you have any fic recs for non-bau!reader x spencer? i’m not too picky just would love to read about navigating a domestic relationship with an agent while being entirely NOT in that field! so maybe something fluffy (but never opposed to smutty). thank you in advanced 🧚‍♀️

Hey friend! I've compiled most of my Civilian!Reader fics here, although I will say not a lot of them focus on the difficulties navigating the job. For that, you'll find the most luck with my two most popular series below. Otherwise, it's a somewhat eclectic group of fics, which I hope you can still enjoy ❤️

If anyone has any favorite fics that the anon might be interested in, please share them in the comments or reblogs! Self-promotion is always welcome!

S.R. Series (NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI)

The Birds & The Bees (ongoing series): Prof!Spencer, Virgin!Reader. Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Here to Misbehave (completed series): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

S.R. SFW Oneshots

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Haunted: Spencer’s never told anyone what happened in prison.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Not Your Backup: Spencer and JJ argue about her jealousy of his girlfriend.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Rib Cage: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

S.R. SFW Blurbs

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

S.R. NSFW Oneshots (18+, MINORS DNI)

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Blush: Spencer finds something surprising in his girlfriend’s sock drawer after he’s released from prison.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much (and Spencer's into it).

Get Lucky: It’s 3AM and a pipe burst in Reader’s apartment. She is soaked, angry, and forgot her wallet and phone. Her neighbor Spencer tries his best to make the night not terrible.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Kiss ’n Tell: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

My Boss’s Daughter: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Relief in Regrets: Spencer turns to his ex-girlfriend in a time of need.

Rewrapped: Reader tries to be cheeky, but regrets it a little too late to do anything about it.

Rodeo Show: Spencer and Reader weren’t planning on having an audience that morning.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2): Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Study Session: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Vienna: Spencer is a bona fide 40-year-old virgin. After a few months of dating Reader, he finally decides he wants to change that.

Yellow Light: Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Happy reading!

[marie-swriting]

EN Specific Rules For Characters

Criminal Minds characters

Spencer Reid one shot will always be platonic (family or friendship). If it's a one shot with a daughter!reader, the reader will always be written as autistic. For a sister!reader, the reader can be neurodivergent or not.

Emily Prentiss one shot will always be for a romantic relationship or a friendship.

Supernatural characters

The one shots will always be platonic (family or friendship). You can request anything as long as there isn't a romantic relationship with Dean nor Sam.

Marvel characters

TASM!Peter Parker can be about a romantic relationship or a friendship.

MCU!Peter Parker will always be platonic (family or friendship).

Stranger Things Characters

Steve Harrington one shot will mainly be platonic (family or friendship).

I won't write for El, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max or Will if it's romantic. For them, it'll always be platonic.

For Eddie, Chrissy and Robin, it'll usually be a romantic relationship or a friendship, unless you want a Chrissy Cunningham x Munson!reader, for example.

Heartstopper Characters

I haven't written for this fandom yet, but I'd like to. However, it has to be platonic, no exception.

Outer Banks Characters

I haven't written for this fandom either, but i wouldn't mind writing for JJ Maybank. However, the one shot will be platonic (family or friendship).

[letarasstuff]

Reid!reader with Autism

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I am able to go on longer on that subject, but I think it would've turned out too long

✨Masterlist✨

Spencer knows that it’s difficult to be neurodiverse in a neurotypical world, so he tries his best get you all the accommodations you need

Of course those depend on where you are on the spectrum

For example, if you are more on the mute side, he lets you take online courses or even homeschools you himself

Or he keeps a strict routine for every day, if you have problems with your short term memory and needs it to be able to function in the day

He also makes Garcia search online for the best noise cancelling headphones, if you are sensitive to noises

Spencer also cuts all your labels out of your shirts (he doesn’t need the instructions anyways) so sensory pressure is at bay

Unfortunately not everybody is as understanding as your father is, especially if you are reserved against touch

One time Penelope was just way too happy to see you and forgot to be cautious and just engulfed you in the biggest bear hug on earth. Being unable to escape such a closed space resulted in you having a meltdown

For you having a meltdown is more than just getting angry. Your body stops its pain response with your brain. You usually begin to scratch yourself until you draw blood trying to ground yourself

As soon as Spencer heard of your meltdown, he was speed himself. He had your headphones with him and your favorite fidget toy (I love plushy stress balls for example, I got a cute sloth)

After he got you to calm down, you were beyond exhaustion. You nearly passed out standing on your two feet. The next three days you basically just slept and ate to recover from the meltdown

If you have a hyperfixation on a certain topic, he is happy to help you research it. As long as Spencer is able to spend time with you, he will do anything

For him the small gestures and things count. You are not particularly good at voicing or showing your emotions, because you are not really capable of detecting them in others. So one day, when your father comes home from an exceptionally bad case (I like to think of the one where the austic boy’s parents were kidnapped) you already expected him. Even though your are not good at detecting it, you practically feel the sadness and defeat radiating from him

You get up from your seat at the kitchen table and put your arms slowly around him. “I love you, Dad”

This makes him tear up. Carefully in order not to scare you he returns the hug. When you put your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, the tears are rolling down your father’s cheeks.

“I love you, too” he responds with a hoarse voice

“Are you sad?” If you are not mute, you have the habit of asking how he feels in order to put a face to a certain emotion

“N-no. Just happy to see you, baby”

“I’m happy to see you, too”

For him, having you as his daughter is the best thing that happened in his life and he wouldn’t change a thing he did to this day, if it means to have you with him

Taglist:

All works:

@agentshortstacc

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

General Criminal minds:

Supernatural AU headcanons (technically)

Single Dad reader x BAU - Warnings: Wife left reader, single parent, single dad reader (Idk if those are actual warnings but still). Word Count: 746

Family - (BAU x gn!reader) Warnings: None. Word Count: 528

BAU x Reid’s trans brother - Warnings: None. Word Count: 375

BAU x gn!reader - sharing headcanons (sfw)

Younger gn agent reader - Warnings: None. Word Count: 275

Covid times - Warnings: Covid mentions.

Male autistic reader x BAU Headcanons  - season 6 episode 16

Stop talking - Warnings: bullying, homophobia, transphobia, physical assault, hurt spencer Word count: 891

BAU x werewolf reader - Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid Word count: 1385

Picture Perfect Family - Warnings: death of a pregnant woman (and the fetus - although is referred to as a baby during the fic), emergency c-section, mentions of torture, blood, held hostage, reader holds baby and woman’s hand, that bit is quite sad by the way, hospitals, death, crying Word count: 4449

Car crash - Word count: 1152 Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

Head wound - Reader is bonked on the head.

Head shot -  Warnings: Hospitals, head wound, shot in the head (but it bounces so no one dies)

Ghost reader - Warnings: Reader is a ghost

Scapegoat -  Warnings: Homophobia, some slurs (f-slur), homophobic language, bad language overall.

Spencer Reid:

Non-binary Spencer headcanons

Favourite Profiler - Spencer x gn (gender neutral) reader. Warnings:  Spencer gets a little upset, there’s quite a few swear/curse words, reader is a bit of an idiot but realises it in the end, Hotch is basically Reader’s father at this point (not a warning but still). Word Count: 1251

Non-Binary Reid being bullied - Warnings: Transphobia (like a lot of it), bullying, trans ally hotch, trans ally morgan, hotch punches a guy - but it’s deserved so it’s okay Word Count: 405

Spencer x Buck (911) - Warnings: None that I can think of. Word Count: 842.

Spencer and his dad -  Prompt: ‘but we’re family-’ ‘you don’t get to use that word!’

Spencer’s sister - Spencer finds out he has a trans sister

Pay attention (to me) - Spencer x male reader.  Warnings: some hints to sexy times, spencers needy and reader teases him about it, let me know if I’ve missed anything, nothing spicy happens, just mostly kissing

Spencer x male reader - relaxing together on the jet, no warnings, word count: 233

Spencer x male reader, Luke best friend - Luke has to watch you get married. 

Pancakes solve everything - Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk-ish (not really)

Derek Morgan:

Derek x Feminine Trans Male Reader - Warnings: Insecurity. Word Count: 772

Derek x FTM!Reid!Reader - Warnings: hinted past transphobia. Word Count: 348

Four Words - Derek x Male reader.  Warnings: Angst, sadness, major character death, hurt reader, reader has a daughter, derek and reader both love each other, they don’t decide to tell each other in the moment it matters the most, stab wound, knife, killing, abduction, I think that’s about it if I’ve missed anything please let me know. Word Count: 1473

Wisdom (teeth) - from the prompts “crying is only going to make you feel worse” and “you can squeeze my hand if you need to”

I understand - Warnings: Kidnapping, throwing up, deceased parents, mentions of a car crash and heart attack, PTSD (? I think), reader has some flashbacks, panic attack. Word Count: 1590

06.17 - Derek’s in a relationship with Emily’s brother, who was also taken by Doyle. Unfortunately, there isn’t always a happy ending. Warnings:  hospitals, death, injury, kidnapping, and usual criminal minds stuff.

Aaron Hotchner:

Aaron x male reader -  Warnings: mentions of a difficult case surrounding children, mentions of Foyet. Word Count: 1168

Soul meets soul - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: none. Word Count: 142

Aaron x trans woman reader - Warnings: none that I can think of, Reader is nervous coming out to Aaron. If there’s anything you want me to add, let me know! Word Count: 968

Aaron x trans male reader -  Warnings: dysphoria, transphobic deputy (he gets put in his place don’t worry), insecurities, mentions of the chest area and chest area tissue, reader wears a binder longer than the recommended amount of time.  Word Count: 1634

Aaron x trans male reader headcanons - Warnings: some of these include dysphoria, misgendering, and one of these mentions some kissing and mentions of shots - like injections, nothing too detailed or anything just letting you know

OCD is a Bully - Aaron x reader. Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, talks of intrusive thoughts, OCD. Word Count: 1109

Liar, Liar Tattoo’s on Fire - Aaron x Punk reader. Warnings: Insecurities, nervousness, tattoos (?), piercings (?), JJ is a bit problematic in this one, possibly homophobia? depending on how you read/interpret it, other than that nothing I can think of. Oh, I haven’t really proof-read this that much so it could be trash lol. Word Count: 1586

Superhero’s and Dinosaurs - Aaron x Trans Male reader (ft. super adorable Jack). Warnings: kind of stereotypes of male and female (it’s just Jack asking if reader likes superheroes and dinosaurs and stuff like that really lol - I was trying to get into the mindset of a kid and all I could think of was that there’s a stereotype of girls playing with dolls and boys playing with superheroes and stuff like that, so I included, sorry if it offends anyone) but other than that, I can’t think of any other warnings. Word Count: 788

Aaron x Feminine Male reader - Warnings: JJ is a bit ignorant but everyone’s accepting, I don’t think there are any others :) Word Count: 1257

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: insecure reader. Word Count: 426

Authority Figure - Warnings: Murder mentions, Reader swears quite a bit and is a bit of a flirt (also kinky stuff is briefly mentioned lol), I think that’s everything. Word Count: 532

Just Dance - Aaron x Male reader. Prompt: ‘Readers playing just dance with jack and aarons watching from the doorframe’

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: It might be a bit cheesy but that could just be me having written it and reread it a few times, depression. Word Count: 502

Colleagues - Warnings: Is flirting in the workplace a warning? Word Count: 600

Gay besties - Aaron x male reader, Emily x male reader (platonic). Warnings: none.

Hotch x jock male reader - Warnings: like one curse word.

Hotch x male reader - (Derek has a crush on the reader)

Bloody Mark - Trans reader x Hotch (familial). Warnings: dysphoria, menstruation, sad reader

Single Dad Reader - Reader absolutely adores the relationship Aaron and his daughter have

Hotch x male reader - Garcia sets her bestie up with her boss.

Hotch x singer!brother reader - Reader’s close by on tour when two band members wind up dead. Warnings: Murder, cheating. Word count: 1042

Hotch x adopted teen son - Warnings: Anxiety, reader is nauseous, teacher’s a bit of a dick. Word count: 845

Aaron x depressed reader - Warnings: depression, maybe self harm(?) - reader punches something multiple times, also this might be cringe idk, oh talks of medication and antidepressants Word count: 990

Aaron x autistic!Garcia!brother!Reader - Hotch is dating Garcia’s brother. Warnings: kissing, (super) brief mention of meltdown and sensory overload, that's all I believe Word count: 766

Just two men married - You and Hotch get married, Word count: 623 

Dad... - Hotch x teen!reader (ftm), no warnings, word count: 690

Your fault - Prompt: "Everything that happen to them is your fault" switched it up to 'Everything that happens to him is your fault.'Warnings: Jack gets kidnapped, reader is beaten up, hospitals, mean hotch (he gets nicer tho - he was just worried), Word count: 1213

You’ll be ‘kay - Hotchner Family. Prompt: 'We shouldn't have met.'Warnings: First breakup, crying, harsh breakup Word count: 565

5 Times + 1 - 5 times you and Jack competed against each other and the 1 time you worked together. 

Matchy Matchy - Reader comes out as trans to his family. His brother couldn’t be happier.

Meltdown -  Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown 

Luke Alvez:

Some of my favourite Luke headcanons

Touch wood - Luke x gn reader. Warnings: reader has OCD, mentions of intrusive thoughts, compulsions (cleaning hands, touching wood, counting, checking), a few swear/curse words. Word Count: 1160

Labels (trans reader x Luke) - Warnings: gender confusion (?), reader is sad, unsure reader, trans reader, Luke says a swearword. Word Count: 451

Adopted Brother - Warnings: A long ass title (in the post), quite a bit of swearing?, mentions reader was left on church doorsteps as a baby. Word Count: 444

Try to relax - Reader gets hurt on a case

Luke x Trans male reader - Warnings: Reader comes out as trans, reader is very nervous. Word Count: 450

Digging a hole -  Person A: “I’m digging myself a hole.” Person B: “Its okay, I’ll get in your hole.” Person A: *blushes because they definitely fancy Person B*

I would die for you -  “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

Luke x Mean Reader - Turned down

Is that my shirt? - Luke x male reader

Nothing Special - Luke x Lisa. Prompt: 'You're nothing special.'Warnings: harsh break up, anti-lisa tbh, insecure luke Word count: 236 

Please stop flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

Luke x FTM reader headcanons - discusses weight 

Matt Simmons

Please Stop Flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

David Rossi:

Retirement - David Rossi x Male reader

Partner - Dad!reader x David Rossi. Warnings: Bullies, blood, ‘off camera’ violence

Emily Prentiss:

Emily x male!reader - Word Count: 657 Warnings: Emily is feeling a little down

Dates - Male reader, Emily is out of her comfort zone

Cupcakes - GN!Reader x Emily. They bake cupcakes

Haunted - GN!Reader think’s that they are haunted

If Emily had adopted David (03x02)

Tara Lewis

Jennifer Jareau:

JJ x Child!FTM!Reader (familial) - Warnings: Parent death mentions, abduction/kidnapping mentions, idk if i missed any. Word Count: 959

JJ x male!reader - Warnings: none.

Penelope Garcia:

Some Penelope headcanons

Penelope x trans male reader - Warnings: needles, injections, testosterone shots, sheriff’s an ass, mentions of past arrests, mentions an attack, hate crime, mentions of broken bones, mentions of being attacked because of gender identity Word Count: 2342

Penelope x gn!Reader - Relationship reveal, No warnings, Word Count: 833

Penelope x teen brother reader - You get into a fight at school. Warnings: fights, blood, bullying Word count: 1135

Luke x Spencer (Ralvez):

Favourite Date headcanons

Happy Birthday - Warnings: Major character death, stabbings, sadness :(, sad Luke, sad everyone to be honest, dead body, mentions of vomit. Word Count: 1504

Burnt Out - Warnings: None. Word Count: 472

Aaron x Derek (Hotchgan):

General headcanons

Spencer x Derek (Moreid):

Trans Derek - Warnings: Derek comes out as trans but other than that nothing I can think of. Word Count: 616

Nightmares - Warnings: Spencer has a nightmare, nothing mentioned that too graphic. Word Count: 280

Bullies - (platonic) Warnings: Bullying. Prompt: ‘Please stop teasing me’

You promised - Prompt:  ‘But if I don’t have you, I don’t have anyone. And you promised that wouldn’t happen.’

Coming out - Prompt:  ‘You’re part of this family, whether you want to admit it or not.’

Internalised homophobia - Warnings: Internalised homophobia

Ask (me off anon, wimp) - Spencer keeps getting anon asks asking him out

PDA - Warnings: hate crime, assault, hospitals, broken bones, homophobia Word count: 2003

Aaron x Spencer (Hotchreid):

Buried - Warnings: buried alive, small spaces, coffins, foyet mentions, hankel mentions, past traumatic experience mentions, phobias. Word Count: 1294

Jack and Spencer (talking about Hotchreid) - Prompt: ‘Are you here because you want to be part of this family, or because you don’t want to be alone?’

Hotch x Reid - Spencer thinks Aaron is cheating on him.

Infection - “You don’t want that to get infected”

Luke x Penelope:

‘Can you please hug me really tight?’

Series/Multi-Part Fics

Atlas Tries Tropes:

(see also Hotch x gn!reader)

There’s only one bed - There’s only one bed in Luke and Tara’s shared hotel room

Undercover Fake Dating -  Warnings: Drink spiking, hate crimes, fake date situation, slight nsfw references (jokes of bdsm and kinks), mentions of cheating. Minors proceed with caution, I’m going with 16+ just to be safe Let me know if I missed anything. Word Count: 2.5k

Undercover Fake Dating Part 2 - (Part of Whumptober 2022) Warnings: abduction, kidnapping, hurt, pipe as weapon, drugged (in last part), forced to hurt loved one, stress position, gash wound, keeping injury a secret, passing out, needles, hospital, blood, knocked unconscious. Word count: 5765

Dad Reader:

Part One - Warnings: Reader has a son they didn’t know about, other than that, I don’t believe there is anything - I mean there’s a baby, but I don’t think that’s a warning? Lol. Word Count: 2000-ish.

Part Two - Warnings: Cancer, illness, Chemotherapy, Radiation therapy, this is heavy towards the end with stuff like that, sadness, a character is not well at all. There will be another ‘keep reading’ for when the warnings and stuff hits just so people know! Word Count: 2140

Part Three - Warnings: Mentions of cancer, chemotherapy, radiation therapy/radiotherapy, sadness, reader is sad, Hotch is good, people are concerned, I think that’s everything if you spot anything you think should have a tag, let me know! Word Count: 2179

Hotch x gn!reader: Aaron meets y/n at a bar, swooping in and saving them from an old drunk guy. Later, y/n is able to return the favour.

I have a boyfriend - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: Creepy old man, drinking, alcohol, reader panics and says they have a sugar daddy XD Word count: 322

I have a partner - Aaron x gn reader. Warning: unwanted hitting on, drink, I think that’s all? Word Count: 607

Penelope Garcia:

Penelope x Morgan’s younger brother

Part One - Warnings: none that I can think of. Word Count: 1500 ish

Part Two - Warnings: none. Word Count: 602

Derek Morgan:

Unrequited:

Unrequited - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 5127 Warnings: Derek’s a bit of an ass, there’s probably some swearing, drinking, fighting, angst, arguments, the lot, a panic attack happens (not too much detail though), erm, idk if there’s any more, let me know if you notice any.

Part 2 - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 1598 Warnings: minor violence, angst with a happy(ish) ending

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Baby Steps Part One: Happier Now (Spencer Reid x Reader)

summary: with seemingly no way to free spencer from prison, he tells his fiancée to move on. years later, spencer is proven innocent and finds her—married to the man who frequented her bakery and raising a little girl who bears a startling similarity to spencer. follow reader as she finally faces her grief from what she'd lost, and follow spencer on his path back home.

pairings: dad!spencer reid x fem!mom!reader, fem!reader x male!oc, spencer reid & reid!oc

category: hurt/comfort, angsty, some fluffy bits eventually

series content warnings: post-prison spencer, discussions of grief/loss, discussions of prison brutality, flashbacks to pregnancy & single motherhood

word count: 6k

a/n: here it is, the first part of this!! i'm so excited to share this, and i hope y'all enjoy. as a note, i definitely write spencer with autistic characteristics in mind. seeing that, there are also some autistic characteristics displayed by his daughter, florrie, in this as well. it's based on some of my own experience, so if you have any feedback/suggestions/improvements, i'd love to hear.

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•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The air was alive with everything Spencer had surprisingly missed for six years.

The metal of the chair cooled his legs even through his jeans, reminding him that while it may technically be spring there were still occasional days when winter refused to tighten its grip on the world. A gentle breeze carried the sounds of chatter from inside the coffee shop to the small seating area just outside it. If Spencer closed his eyes, the metal furniture and constant background noise of barely-hushed conversations would have fit in with his home of the past six years. If it weren’t for the chilled wind and the cup of coffee beginning to burn against his palms, he would’ve been shaking just as he’d done for the past two days since being released. So Spencer gripped his coffee tight despite the pain, clinging to the one sense of reality he still had left here.

If it were anything else, Spencer would have left already. If this wasn’t the person he trusted most in the world, he would have abandoned all hope for this situation—fleeing in any direction other than toward the noisy coffee shop that would now always be associated with sitting in the prison cafeteria but not eating for fear of someone catching him vulnerable.

This was Penelope Garcia though, whom Spencer had expected to see when the BAU came to collect him—instead being met with the news that Penelope had quit just three days after he’d taken the plea deal.

“Oh, Boy Genius, it’s really you.”

Even after so long, Spencer’s body still knew that voice. The sunshine radiated from each word, filling his cells with pure warmth unlike anything else. A small smile couldn’t help but form on his lips, relief entwined with that simultaneously new and familiar brightness—the feeling he got when he opened a book he hadn’t touched in years but still knew every word to.

This was his friendship with Penelope Garcia: it was home.

“I don’t think you can accurately call me either thing now,” Spencer half-joked as he stood, releasing a laugh that sounded a little more like a sigh.

“Hush, you’ll always be my boy genius,” Penelope admonished before wrapping him up in a tight hug.

Spencer had wondered if he’d ever be okay with a hug again. For six years, the only time arms were wrapped around him was when he’d let his guard down—when there was a terrifyingly real threat of spending his final few minutes on a dingy prison cell floor, bleeding and gasping for air. Each time he’d been rescued by pure happenstance—or maybe a cruel being who refused to allow him rest—and each time, he’d gather himself up and swear to never let another person touch him again.

Somehow, he’d forgotten Penny’s hugs. Spencer clung to her then, fingers digging into her jacket and feeling her do the same. He bent to rest his chin on her shoulder, gasping at the rush of undeniable comfort from one simple embrace.

“I missed you.”

The words didn’t feel like enough to describe the ache that not seeing his friend had given his heart. Sometimes it felt as though Spencer was better off drowning if only to be distracted from the memories of everyone he’d come to love in the past decade.

There weren’t enough words, though—nothing that could possibly sum up everything he longed to say in neat integers. So he squeezed her once more before they parted, hoping that time had not irreparably damaged their ability to communicate nonverbally, to look at one another and understand all the other was trying to say.

“I missed you too,” and the waver in Penelope’s voice was enough to ease his fears. “I’m guessing you saw everyone already?”

“Emily picked me up from...she was there when I was released,” Spencer explained, hands wrapping around his coffee that was cooling at an astonishing rate. “We went to the BAU first.”

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“The team, being there again, I don’t know. What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

That was the magic question, wasn’t it? Spencer sighed, eyes dropping down to stare at the lid of his coffee cup instead of at Penelope’s watchful gaze. With her, he could say anything. It had always been like that—from the very beginning, he’d learned not to spend too much time around her when there was something he wanted to keep to himself.

“You want to know if I’ll go back,” Spencer answered instead, pulling a laugh out of her.

“You got me there.”

“I don’t know.” The weight pressing down on his shoulders eased with each word. Being with the team was like being reunited with his family again, but with every time they told him he’d be back in no time, Spencer felt that pressure grow until he was sure he’d lose all breath he’d saved up. They all just expected him to be back, to return to the life that had led him here. “I know I should.”

“You don’t have to do anything. You could start over, come work with me!”

“I don’t know that I would fit in there,” Spencer chuckled. The new job was absolutely perfect for Penelope—a civil rights organization to help those wronged by the justice system. It had been them who’d freed Spencer, in just a year even after the BAU had handled it for five. He knew they’d take him in, they’d said as much when they’d sent one of their lawyers. It wasn’t the best lawyer money could buy, but they were there for him when everyone else had given up. Still, all of these people were so young, so optimistic about the world. How could he step in there and potentially ruin their belief in the world with the darkness that seemed to loom over him ever since he’d become a profiler?

“The offer is always there, you know,” Penelope told him, and he knew, he did.

The two sat and talked for hours, replenishing their coffees and learning how to laugh with one another again. It was a relief, to sit and talk without the worry of someone sneaking up behind him, without worrying that the person in front of him now wasn’t working against him in some way. They didn’t talk about prison again, nor did they discuss the work they used to do.

That is, until the curiosity and longing bubbled up with Spencer, bubbling over the top and forcing him to ask what he’d wanted to from the moment he saw Penelope.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

The question seemed to shock Penelope as much as it had the one who asked it. Her body stilled, eyes wide and lips parted mid-story about Sergio. “Oh, honey,” she breathed, entire body deflating.

“Emily wouldn’t tell me, neither would JJ. They said I should talk to you.”

“Well, she...she didn’t want her life to be interrupted by the BAU again. She hardly talks to anyone who still works there.” It made too much sense. The unit had effectively ruined her life, had taken three years, and wasted all of it. He’d asked her to stay with him through all of the hardship being on the team brought, then pushed her away at the very worst of it all. “The only exception is Luke, but that’s because of me.”

Spencer had been shocked when the other man told him that news, that in the past six years not only had the two of them bonded but they’d actually gotten married. Spencer had hugged Luke, congratulating him on everything and trying not to think about the fact that he and Penny had always said they’d be involved in each others’ wedding, no matter what. He tried not to think about the fact that he should’ve been the one having the wedding.

“I need to know, Penelope,” Spencer sighed, raking a hand through the curls that had grown as unruly as his mind in the past few years. “I need to know if she’s okay.”

“She’s a lot happier now,” Penelope admitted, sending a jab of pain right through Spencer’s heart.

“What does that mean?” Had she been hurt after he left? He was meant to protect her, had something happened while he was away?

“Are you kidding? When you took that plea deal, we all mourned you. It was hard on her, but she’s finally found a life that makes her happy.”

It wasn’t what Spencer wanted to hear. The idea that he’d made everyone in his life hurt—that he’d made them go through the same mourning process he’d gone through when he lost his mom—made him want to curl his shoulders in and cry, to scream at the world for what they’d all been through. The image of you, sitting in the apartment you shared looking through photographs of memories that could never be repeated again, widened the cracks already set deep in his skin.

You were happy now, though. Spencer repeated the words in his head, letting them pinball around until he could really believe that you’d finally found that happiness you deserved, even if it meant you were fine without him.

“Would she want to see me?” he asked hesitantly, unsure of which answer he’d prefer. How would it ache, to know that you no longer even wanted to see him? To know that things had changed so much, that even when he felt that pull toward you, you were actively ignoring it. How could he see your happiness, though? It was clear you didn’t need him, that the happiness you’d felt with him truly was only temporary.

“I don’t know why you aren’t already going.” With a gentle brush of her hands, Penelope reignited the motivation in Spencer’s heart. He laughed and stood, stepping closer to her so they could hug once again. Talking with everyone had been wonderful, but there was something so remarkably healing about Penelope Garcia.

“Thank you, Penelope, for everything,” he told her, hoping she would. Spencer had never been the best at discussing his feelings, had learned to stuff it down deep until there was no sign of it. Being in prison, losing everyone and the ability to tell them how much he loved them, had very nearly broken him.

“I know, Wonder Boy,” she told him, “I know.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It takes twenty minutes to get to the bakery.

Everything is exactly as he remembered. The gentle light blue and white awning over the front door, giving perfect shade to the little patio that was still as full as ever. The first time he’d walked by it, nearly ten years ago now, it had reminded him of peace. It was the childhood happiness, the blind safety felt at playgrounds where for a few hours a day, everything was perfect.

The inside is different; the chairs and tables are rearranged to afford more space for guests and though there’s the same number of people working, Spencer recognizes none of them. You always hired young high school kids, those who needed some extra support or guidance. Even when it took up so much of your day, you’d help them find the right path for them, find what makes them passionate just as you’d found baking.

The kids he used to see here must have all moved on by now, leaving this sanctuary to find the places they can call home.

Though everything looked nearly the same, Spencer hardly recognized the place. Where there were once bright smiles and loud exclamations when he walked in, now there was a glance up and a tight mandatory smile. Spencer used to walk in here and be able to chat to the workers, to make sure they were doing alright before they’d help him surprise you. He used to be known here, and now he was just a stranger.

“Hi, welcome to Y/N’s, how can I help you?” the young woman at the front counter asked as he approached. She seemed to look over him, taking in his hands shoved deep into pockets and the way he rocked on his heels.

“Um, I’m actually looking for Y/N.”

“That’s funny, sir,” the woman said, giving a light breathy laugh before looking at him expectantly. “But what can I get you?”

“No, no, I really need to talk to Y/N.”

“Okay,” the woman sighed, “but just so you know if you’re another one of those weirdos who think they can talk to her just because her name’s on the sign, I’ll call the cops.”

Thankfully, she pushed open the door separating the counter and the kitchen, shouting, “Hey, Y/N! Some guy’s out here asking for you.”

Was this a bad idea? What if you didn’t want to see him? You could come out from the kitchen, give one look, and demand he leave. Maybe you would even look at him, simply forcing him out of your life the same way he’d shoved you out of his.

None of that happened. Instead, the door opened again and suddenly you were there in front of him. Time stopped for nothing except maybe your beauty, giving him time to take in how much you’d changed and all the ways you hadn’t. There were signs you were older, more experienced. You were tired, little dark circles hanging beneath those same eyes he used to stare into in wonder. You once held a large bowl of something chocolate, but the moment your eyes met his, the bowl was being dropped from your hands. The liquid spilled everywhere—all down your blue apron, across the floor, and spattering up on the counters. Still, you didn’t move, simply looking at him with hands still outstretched, still trying to hold onto that bowl that had long since fallen.

“Y/N,” Spencer breathed, the name sounding like music from his lips. It had been so long, so painfully long since he’d seen you. He’d spent years wondering how this moment would go, spent countless nights dreaming of a version of today where you accepted him back with open arms. How you told him you miraculously hadn’t been hurt, that everything was perfect then and everything could still be perfect now.

“Colette, can you help cover for me? I need to take a break,” was all you said, voice hushed.

Even when the other woman rushed back to the kitchen to alert the staff, you stood still. You simply watched Spencer, making him shift even more where he stood. Should he be making the first move? Would it scare you, to have him stepping forward now? What could he possibly say to the woman who at one time had been his fiancée—to the woman he still wanted to marry, if only he deserved as such.

“What happened to ten years?”

It wasn’t the reunion Spencer was expecting. He’d been prepared for anger and resentment, joy and relief, but never once had he thought to prepare for this cool indifference. All at once, you shuttered your body up, closing him out of the thoughts he used to read so well.

“Penelope and her team proved I was innocent,” Spencer explained, “she didn’t tell you?”

“She said they were working on it but I asked her not to tell me anything else about it,” you answered, confusing him even more. How quickly could things change? One moment he swore he knew everything about you. With just a look, he knew what you needed. Now he felt lost, stranded amongst all of these things he used to know but had long since lost. Why didn’t you want to know about it? Why didn’t you come to see him, when you knew Penny was working on getting him out? Why not, unless you truly had found happiness without him?

“It’s good to see you,” Spencer said, wishing there wasn’t a bakery counter between you. It reminded him of the glass that separated him from the outside world each time someone came to visit. How no matter how physically close you may be now, there would always be something keeping you split from him.

“I didn’t think I was going to see you again,” you told him, taking his heart and splitting it in two. He could practically see the lifeblood flowing over your lips, evidence of the pain caused by this one decision. Whose was it, yours or his—a mixture of both, cruelly tying you to him despite all he’d done to you.

“Can we talk?” When would things become easy again? Spencer missed the way conversation always flowed with you, how he never had to think about if he was saying the right thing. What would he give, for everything to simply return to how it had been? There’d be no hesitation, you would run over and wrap your arms around him, and for once he wouldn’t mind the way he’d get covered in chocolate because you’d be there.

Instead, you stayed on the other side of the counter, hands working on untying the messed apron and tossing it out of the way.

“Yeah, I think we have a lot to talk abo-”

“Mommy!” A shrill exclamation cut you off. Immediately your entire demeanor changed—eyes brightened so much Spencer wondered how he didn’t notice how dull they’d been when you looked at him, your entire face softened to make way for a brilliant smile.

Before Spencer could process what was happening, you rushed out from behind the counter like you always used to for him. You stepped just beyond him where a little girl with gorgeous curls leaped into your arms. It was a beautiful thing, watching you laugh and swing her around.

“Hi, munchkin,” you cooed, “how was school?”

“Good, Miss Jefferson said I can read big kid books next time ‘cause I read all of ours,” the girl explained at such a lightning speed Spencer wondered how you could possibly understand her.

“I’m so proud of you, Florrie. Now, why don’t you go pick out a treat and go sit with Colette, yeah?”

“Okay, Mommy!” the girl giggled before rushing over to the counter where the dessert case was held. “Colette!”

“Is that little Miss Florence Reid I hear?”

Colette wouldn’t know, but those words were enough to absolutely crack and shatter everything Spencer knew about the world. Florence Reid. This little girl, who had more energy than he’d ever had, who had shining hazel eyes the color of honeyed amber, who clutched onto her book like it was her lifeline. This darling girl, who looked up at her mother like you were the world, the same way he’d once looked at you.

This darling little girl, who looked to be around five or six years old—who had his last name despite him having never seen her before.

“Y/N,” Spencer began, and the haunted expression taking over your face was enough.

“Spencer, I—”

He turned, waiting until little Florence had disappeared into the kitchen, practically taking the sun and all of its joy with her. Then, and only then, did he turn to face you again.

“Is that my daughter?”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Despite what you had thought for years, mornings had come to be your favorite part of the day.

They were gentle, the epitome of peace where you struggled to find it anywhere else. It was beautiful, those careful few moments that began each day. You could lay in bed, watching the sun light up your room through the shades of your window. You’d watch the rays creep across your bed, warming your skin when it finally reached you.

It would be then that your morning grew even better, impossibly so. Then, right then, your bedroom door would open and the absolute light of your life would step in. She’d be clutching her favorite stuffie, curls looking wild around her face. She’d rub the sleep from her eyes and crawl up into bed with you, snuggling into your waiting arms.

You would lay there and wonder how you were ever scared of having her. You would hold little Florence Reid close, wishing you could keep her here forever.

This morning was like any other, you brushing your hand over her hair and wondering how long you could stay in bed for.

“Mommy?” she asked, voice bright as the sun.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I stay home today?”

You laughed, knowing your little girl would never stop trying this. Each day began the same—with her cuddling up to you and convincing you it was better for her to not go to school.

“Why do you want to stay home today?”

“We have to play kickball today in gym,” Florrie announced, looking at you as if that were the most perfect explanation ever.

“Kickball could be fun, you should try it.”

“But Kyle’s gonna be on the other team and he’s good.”

“Honey, I love you so much, which is why this isn’t gonna work,” you told her, tapping her adorable little button nose. The button nose was nearly a perfect carbon copy of her father’s, a perfect reminder of all that you wished she could have. Sometimes when you looked at her, a reflection of her father shone back from those eyes—a deep hurt would curl around your heart, tugging at all of the wounds that had been slowly leaking for six years.

She didn’t need to see any of that hurt, though, so instead, you’d smile, press a kiss to her forehead, and stand up from bed. “Come on, up and at ‘em,” you said, smiling as Florence listened and crawled out of bed.

“Will you make me pancakes?” she asked, already sprinting across the hall to her room. Every morning you helped her get ready. She picked out an outfit and you held in the laugh at the adorable attempt. It was an easy fix, picking up the little shorts and picking out some that would match better instead.

“I bet Teddie made you pancakes on his way out.”

Sure enough, the moment you two stepped downstairs the smell of maple syrup and pancakes filled the air. How many times had you laid in bed awake, wishing for a perfect morning such as this? You only wanted once, one beautiful morning that you could hold onto forever. Truthfully, you’d pictured it with another man at the stove and hugging your daughter.

“Hey, good morning, Floss,” Teddie cheered, sliding a plate full of pancakes and whipped cream onto the table in front of her. “Are you ready for school?”

“Yes! We get reading time today and I’m gonna finish the last book on the list.”

“Really? Look at you go, Smarty Pants. I have to go on a business trip for a couple of days, but I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get back,” he told her.

It warmed your heart to see someone care so much for your daughter, to accept you and her in so easily. Teddie wasn’t Spencer—he wasn’t a whirlwind romance that happened so fast you could hardly believe it. Maybe that was okay though, maybe you didn’t need someone to sweep you off your feet and give you a love at first sight moment. You didn’t need a soulmate, all you needed was someone who was steady, who could promise to be there and actually mean it.

You could love Teddie, you could be happy like this.

So you smiled, pressing a kiss to Florrie’s head and wrapping Teddie up in a hug. This was your family, your life that you’d fought tooth and nail for. It wasn’t everything you’d once dreamt of, but dreams were just that, weren’t they?

This was life, and life meant finding happiness in who stayed.

Spencer was pain, was heartbreak, and strife. He was making even the simplest of situations impossible difficult.

Teddie was easy, he was everything you needed. Teddie was happiness now.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“You can’t tell her.”

The words clenched tightly around Spencer’s heart, stilling every thought racing through his mind. Here he was, steps away from this little girl, his daughter he never knew existed. How could he not know for nearly six years? Was there not some kind of feeling, some change that happened when someone became a parent?

“I need to know her, Y/N. She’s my daughter,” Spencer pleaded, leaning forward on the table as if proximity may help his case. You’d sat at a table in the corner of the bakery after you said something to Colette, likely telling her to keep Florence far away from this conversation. “She’s my daughter.”

The words sounded strange and right on his tongue. For years he’d worried over it, had constantly pleaded with himself to make a decision on if he wanted kids. There was so much to worry about, so many things that could be passed down, so many ways he could mess up. It took one look at Florence and he was in love. It was as if everything in the world suddenly made sense, like all he needed was little Florence Reid to make everything worth it.

“I wouldn’t keep you from her, Spencer,” you reassured him, causing a relieved sigh to fall from his lips. “But you have to understand that she hasn’t had you for almost six years. I have to protect her in any way I can, so just...give me this, okay?”

“Will she ever know? Or will I always be a family friend?”

“I...” You trailed off, eyes shifting to look at the ceiling as you gathered your thoughts. Was it really so bad, that you were considering never telling Florrie who her dad was? What had you told her so far? Did she know her father was a convicted criminal? “If you stay. I need to know you won’t hurt her, that you won’t leave again.”

“Y/N, I was in prison. That wasn’t my fault,” Spencer immediately protested, though what he didn’t expect was for your expression to get impossibly more hurt.

“You know I wasn’t talking about that.”

“Did you know, when I ended everything?” Spencer asked.

“You don’t want to know the answer to that.” No, he didn’t. This non-answer was enough—it tightened the vice around his heart and made him want to rage against everything that you both had been through. How was it fair? Why couldn’t he have had a perfect fairytale ending? He could’ve had you, and he could’ve held Florrie as a baby and promised to protect her from everything. Instead, he was sitting here with you trying to prove he wouldn’t be the one hurting her.

It wasn’t fair.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve...”

“You couldn’t have done anything, Spencer,” you sighed, admitting the truth that he was trying desperately to forget. His heart began to race, his body shook with every pain he’d fought to ignore while in prison. If he’d thought about it, he would’ve broken in seconds. He’d made it six years like this, fighting against anything that could hurt him.

He couldn’t fight against this. “Y/N...”

“I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to feel bad that you weren’t there, and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to care.”

“Y/N, I cared. I would’ve cared, I could’ve known her. I could’ve helped in some way,” Spencer tried, begging you to understand. “She could’ve known she had a dad who loves her.”

“You left,” was all you said. Two simple words, enough to spike hurt deep in his chest. Spencer knew he had. He remembered the conversation like it had just happened, the single moment that changed everything forever. It could’ve all been different. He could’ve had a family.

Instead, he’d sit here and feel like he was more like his father than he’d ever wanted to be. He became everything he feared, all at once. How terrifying, for it to be so easy to become everything he swore he’d never be?

“I’ll fix this, Y/N, I promise. I’ll make this right for Florence.”

“You better.”

“Mommy, can we go home now?” The little girl of the hour ran over, tugging on your jacket until you laughed, standing.

“Of course, baby. Let’s go.”

“Who’s that?”

“This is Spencer, munchkin, he’s a good friend of your Aunt Penelope’s. He’s gonna be staying with us for awhile,” you explained, causing Spencer to stand shell-shocked in front of you.

“I am?”

“Of course. I’m assuming you haven’t found a place yet.” When there was no reply, you knew what you’d said was right. They’d had to get rid of his apartment after so long, and now it was becoming increasingly difficult to find a new home. Nothing had seemed right, not after losing the apartment you two had built your relationship in.

“Hi, Spencer,” Florence waved sweetly. It ached for his daughter not to call him dad, not to even know they shared a connection. He was here, though, and that was far more than what he deserved after everything.

“Hi, Florence.”

“Do you like stars?”

“I love stars,” Spencer answered, a soft smile pulling on his face. Florence had grabbed his hand, walking with him on their way back to your house. The entire time, Florence spoke. She talked and talked, much like he always had. Sometimes Spencer would interject with a cool fact that would make her gasp and wave her hands excitedly, but mostly he would listen. He would listen to his brilliant daughter and thank all of his lucky stars that you were such a wonderful mother. Spencer didn’t know how you did it alone, but he was so thankful you had.

And that night, when Spencer was getting ready for bed in the guest room, he heard it.

“But Mommyyy,” that tiny little voice whined from the hallway.

“Honey, no,” you sighed. It was easy to tell you were exhausted. As adorable as they were, kids could be difficult. Even now you spoke to her, trying to coax her back into bed. “I can read you a story.”

“But I want Spencer to!”

“Why?”

“Because he knows stars! No one ever talks to me about the stars,” Florrie admitted, and it was enough for Spencer to let out a little noise. It was far too easy to remember being her age, to be filled with so much knowledge about the topics he loved but having no one interested enough to talk to them.

“I talk to you about the stars.”

“You’re my Mommy, you have to.”

“That’s true, Baby,” you laughed, and Spencer could imagine you were shaking your head in amusement. “But unfortunately, I don’t think Spencer knows how to read. He can’t give you a bedtime story.”

“That’s not true, Mommy,” Florence protested, and that sassy attitude was enough to pull Spencer from bed. He padded out to the hallway where sure enough, the two people most important to him now were gathered right outside of a door with brightly colored drawings on it. “Spencer! Will you read me a bedtime story?”

Spencer immediately looked to you, where you were watching him with a look he couldn’t quite make sense of. He’d never seen it on you, but it didn’t look upset. So he smiled and said, “Of course, but only one then you have to go to sleep. Is that a plan?”

“Yeah! Thank you, thank you!” Florrie cheered, sprinting into her room and leaping into the brightly colored bed.

“Thank you, Spencer,” you whispered to him, filling his chest with confetti at the thought that he’d done something right here.

“Thank you,” he answered before stepping into Florence’s bedroom. He was so thankful for the chance to know his daughter now. He couldn’t have back all of the milestones he’d missed, but Spencer could have this now. He could make sure Florence knew that she was a miracle, that she was the hope for a new kind of happiness.

“Alright, Florrie, what are we reading?” he asked, sitting down in the chair that was far too small for him next to the bed.

Tears sprung up in his hazel eyes at the book she pointed to. It was torn and frayed a little in the corners, evidence of the love it had been given for so many years. Spencer picked it up, opening it to where the little silk ribbon kept the page marked.

“You know, this was my favorite book as a kid too. My Mom used to read it to me every night too,” he told her. He missed his mother so much. Spencer wished she could have met Florence, could see that he had found a family, could see that he had done something right by the world.

“Mommy says my Daddy loves this book too,” Florence answered, breaking his heart even more. Spencer wanted to tell her, wanted to scream to everyone that he was the lucky man who had a daughter so wonderful. “She says this one is his.”

It was easy to distract himself and Florence by reading. Spencer held the book open but was looking at Florence as he read. After so many nights reading this book for comfort, he’d had every word memorized. Instead, he wanted to map the face of his beautiful little girl, to make sure he never forgot what she looked like. He may have gone six years never knowing she existed, but he would love her now. He would be a good dad for her, and most importantly, he’d never be his father.

“Mommy’s right, you don’t know how to read.”

“How so?” Spencer laughed as the chapter finished. He remarked the page and set it aside, shaking his head at the statement.

“You don’t look at the book when you read.”

“I know what the book says already,” he answered, “Goodnight, Florence.”

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

He almost made it out of the room. Spencer stood, making sure the nightlight was flicked on before he made his way out of the clean room. He was just grabbing the doorknob when he heard it—the soft question that would repeat in his head all night.

“I miss my Daddy even when I never met him. Do you think I’ll ever meet him?”

What could he say? What could he possibly say to ever make this right? Would you be mad in the morning, knowing that she had asked him about her dad?

“Maybe, Florrie. I don’t think you should give up hope, I’m sure he loves you brighter than all the stars combined.”

“You’d make a good daddy, Spencer.”

There were no words. Spencer wanted to cry—he did cry on the way out, harshly wiping at the salty tears slipping down his cheeks.

He would lay in bed that night, thinking about how much his life had changed in just one day. Spencer had thought the most painful thing he’d experience was being in prison, but today only proved how wrong that was. Standing there in front of the daughter he never knew he had, telling her that maybe someday her dad would be there to love her, that would crush him for days to come.

You were happier now without him, but he could prove that he could bring you that same joy. He wanted to share that happiness with you.

Spencer went to sleep with the thought that he had to do better by Florence, and he had to do better by you.

There was simply no other choice.

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hii!!! could you do something about spencer and autistic daughter reader, any plot or just hcs is fine!!

Spencer Reid Autistic Daughter HCs

hii!!! could you do something about spencer and autistic daughter reader, any plot or just hcs is fine!!

Here are some head cannons of you being Spencer Reids autistic daughter!

- Both being Autistic Spencer had and knew everything to help his daughter live with being disabled.

- Sensory issues are the worst so Spencer makes sure you always have your headphones and sunglasses and in return you help him

- Special interests are always welcome and both of you have similar interests.

- He makes sure you get all your accommodations met at school no matter what

- when either of you have a overwhelming day you talk about it before distressing from the day

-Neither of you particularly like physical touch but when it's just your Dad your fine with it

- Spencer never laughs at your autistic traits and never once treated you horribly

- When you met the team everyone loved Spencers daughter and became part of the family

- each member of knows your autistic and know how to help you if you have a meltdown

- when you feel Nonverbal Spencer doesn't make you talk you communicate in different ways that's not talking

- Your dad let's you help them out with cases as criminology is one of your special interests

- You have many comfortable items and more than one of them, Spencer is always prepared if you lose on of your comfortable items and will always have a spare on him.

Here are some Head Canons I came up with hope you like them

Requests are open!

Word count: 257

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Hi! my name is emily, I'm 23 she/they

Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, and I have fibromyalgia ✌🏻 overall just a fun time y'know.

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i love: supernatural, star trek, marvel movies, criminal minds, this is us and grey's anatomy !!

Accepting requests for Spencer Reid x Reader fics currently

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Updated: July 28th, 2021

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~~ for angst

Spencer Reid x Reader fics

Hypothetically**~ Ao3 | Tumblr -- 27 chapters, complete. 89k

reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

touch me**~ Ao3 | Tumblr 5.8k

Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

amethyst you so much P1 Ao3 | Tumblr 6.4k

Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

of quartz i will P2** Ao3 | Tumblr 6K

after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Amoreena**~ Ao3 | Tumblr Completed 83k

Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Seven* Tumblr WIP

Summary: Spencer’s been married to Y/N for 7 years now, they have 7 children together and each one is going through something different. Spencer’s always wanted to be the best dad, now he gets to figure out how to be.

the guy at the rock show Ao3 | Tumblr 5.6K

Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

journey to Camelot** Ao3 | Tumblr 3.8K

When Penelope introduces Spencer to online games, he expects to be spending his nights alone. Yet, somehow every time he comes back from a bad case, he logs on to chat with the ever so lovely user FairlyGwen and getting a lot more than just a helpful tip from her.

Exploration** Ao3 | Tumblr 4.7K

request: season1/2 spencer walking in on reader while she's watching porn in their shared hotel room

Expedition** Tumblr 1.2K

Summary: there's a first time for everything... including joining the mile high club with your boyfriend on the work jet.

10 Days Ao3 | Tumblr 1.4K

it's spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are.

ain't it fun?** Ao3 | Tumblr Masterlist 11K

reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

I'm not kidding!** Tumblr 6K

Spencer keeps getting little notes from a secret admirer, they're nice and sweet at first as they tease him with their crush until she's sending him notes about all the dirty things she wants to do to him

Perfect Timing** Tumblr 1K

spencer and reader have been spending the last month together in the same hotel room during a pretty brutal case. tension has been rising and she's completely in love with him.

what happens when they both think the other won't be back for a while and they want to shower?

Redamancy** Tumblr 5.4K

the co-op librarian at the FBI Academy has been secretly crushing on the smartest agent in the Bureau, TA, Doctor Spencer Reid, and he's been crushing on her too.

Being Neighbourly** Tumblr 1.9K

Request: reader is Spencers neighbour and she can hear him masturbating every night that he's home how do you have her deal with that?

Professional Hair Dresser (Ph.D)** Tumblr 6.4K

summary: after Spencer's knee injury, he starts visiting a salon every week to get his hair washed

36 Questions to Fall in Love Tumblr 8K

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

New Romantics** Tumblr 23k

Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.

Million Dollar Man** | Tumblr WIP 5k so far

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea** | Y/N version | 1-4, 5-9, Epilogue 25.6k

Summary: Fix-it-fic: Dr. Y/L/N and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Spencer x Ethan

Ruin it.** Tumblr 5.4K

Summary: Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he's an adult he's always sleeping over at Ethan's house, ad he'll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

Warnings: mutual pining, love concessions, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex (both top and bottom spencer in this), childhood friends to lovers

400 Celebration fics

Reid Me Tumblr 2.5K

Spencer has noticed a beautiful woman at a spirituality booth at the farmers market every Saturday for almost a whole year now. he finally asks her to give him a reading.

mystery of love Tumblr 700

Spencer surprises his wife with a trip to Italy.

Spy Kids Tumblr 900

Spencer and Y/N's kids think that they are secretly spies and request a mission story before bed.

a father's greatest weakness Tumblr 1K

Princess Y/N is betrothed to the Viking king in an effort by her father to keep the peace between their countries, he doesn't expect her to join in the fight to free Scottland.

Luke x Reader

Best Dad Ever 2.8K

Request: angst with a happy ending, reader and luke have been divorced for a few years but have a child, she tries and tries to fall out of love with him but he's around so often that she can't

Spencer x OC

Sugar Honey Ice Tea** Ao3 | WIP 9/10 chapters complete 25.6K

Fix-it-fic: Dr. Beth Pattinson and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It Ao3 | Tumblr WIP 6K+

Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

Criminal Minds x Mindhunter AU

Spencer x OC Peggy Carr

Franklin x Reader

Voulez-Vouz** | 3.2k

Summary: in a small town, everyone knows each other… or at least they think they do.

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, Dom reader, Sub!Perv!franklin, making out, teasing, face sitting, oral (female and male), hand jobs, overstimulation, prostate message, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, let me know if I forgot anything.

Chip x Reader

forever is the sweetest con** | 6.2K

Summary: Reader’s dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they’re lucky, they get his daughter’s number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader’s mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

Raymond x Reader

Alone Together ** | 2.4K

Summary: Raymond moves into a haunted house and ends up sleeping with the ghost who lives there... only he doesn't know that when you fuck a ghost you also become one.

Warnings: details of suicide and murder, blowjobs, pegging, bottom!raymond, top!reader, becoming a ghost, major character death.

Star Trek Masterlist

Star Wars fix it fic

Supernatural masterlist

thanks for all the love, as always,

-Emily <3

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Another’s Comfort

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where he falls for a victim (I changed it from victim, to victim’s family member). @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8

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“She’s not going to be easy to interview,” Hotch said, as he and the rest of the team gazed into one of the interview rooms. Y/N was sitting with her legs tucked underneath her and her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Slightly shaky, she also had tears streaming down her face. It was difficult to watch. 

After walking into a possible victim’s house, the team was met with the gruesome picture of the mother lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, an open and unholy scar adorning her neck. By the looks of the crime scene, she’d been there for quite a while, considering that the blood had started seeping into the nearby rug. Her daughter, Y/N, was hiding up in the closet, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing into her hands. When the local PD found her, they attempted to touch her, meaning well and wanting to help her up, but he panicked at the touch; they’d barely gotten her in here. “Reid,” Hotch said. “Why don’t you interview her?”

“Even I may not be able to get through to her right now Hotch,” he replied. It was fairly evident that Y/N was autistic, so he knew why Hotch had asked him to interview her. “She’s traumatized. At the very least, she heard what happened to her mother, at the most, she saw it and even knows who did it.”

With a deep sigh, Hotch nodded, acknowledging the possibility that they weren’t going to get any information out of her. “I understand, but you’re our best hope. Do what you can.”

Hotch turned on his heels, his shoes scraping the linoleum floors outside the room and placed his hand on Reid’s shoulder before walking out of the room to leave to do what he could. For another few moments, Reid looked inside, studying her movements and developing the best way to approach her. Finally, he felt comfortable enough to talk to her.

The moment he walked into the room, Y/N’s head popped up from where it was buried in her knees, her eyes awash with fear and uncertainty. “It’s okay,” Reid said softly, sitting nearly 10 feet away from her. She needed to feel safe, and right now that meant as few people as possible. “My name is Dr. Reid and I’d like to ask you a few questions, but I won’t ask you anything until you’re ready.”

Her eyes softened at his words, the tears falling without any effort. As she blinked them from her vision, she focused on his own movements, feeling more comfortable zeroing in on small movements rather than the whole person. The Doctor fiddled with his thumbs a lot, and she noticed that when she did make eye contact with him, it was only briefly, on her part and his. Nearly 20 minutes passed before she said anything. “What can I tell you?” She asked so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Spencer smiled softly to himself before looking up. Asking what happened was too broad of a question. She was there to some degree, so he needed to ask her pointed questions. “Were you in the house when it happened?”

Y/N’s lip quivered and she nodded, attempting to form words and failing. “Take your time,” he said. “I want you to be comfortable. Is it okay if I move closer?”

“Yes,” she said, slight surprise tinging her voice. “But only to that chair please.” Did he know she was autistic? He seemed to; people normally assumed it was okay to touch her. The police before had meant well, but she’d panicked when the officer had touched her arm. She wasn’t sure if she could adequately express to Dr. Reid how grateful she was for his desire to keep her comfortable. 

Spencer did as she asked, sitting in another chair about halfway between where he was and where she remained. Behind her tears were beautiful eyes tinged with fear that played well off her wavy hair. “You heard some of what happened?” Again, she nodded. “Did you see anything?”

“Yes,” she said. Her mind flashed back to hours before when she heard a vase fall to floor and shatter. After going to her mother’s house following work, she had been desperate to sleep for a while to escape the overwhelmed feeling that was flooding her, and had been woken up suddenly by the sound - her nerves on edge. When she peeked around the corner and down the stairs, she saw a bearded man holding her mother around the throat. She’d struggled, but he was too strong and when he pulled her back and took the knife to her throat, she saw him. “I know him.”

Spencer’s eyes widened at the revelation. This was the closest they had been to actually finding their unsub. It felt natural to move closer, to give her some kind of comfort, but he held himself back. “Do you know his name? Or you’ve seen him?”

“I’ve seen him,” she said, unfolding her legs out from under her and pivoting herself toward him. Having been in the same room with him for about 30 minutes now, she was starting to feel more comfortable around him. “I got my job through a program that helps people with developmental disabilities get consistent work. He was there.”

“Do you remember the name of the place you went to?”

“The Arc,” she replied.

“Thank you. I just have to make sure we don’t need you to answer anymore questions and then I’ll have someone come and take you home, okay?” Getting up from his chair, he went to grab the door and was stopped in his tracks by her voice.

“Dr. Reid?”

Spencer turned around. 

“Is there a chance that you can be the one to take me home? I don’t feel...you know...comfortable with anyone else.” For the first time since he’d walked in, she made direct eye contact with him, though it faltered slightly after a few seconds. She was petrified with going home with anyone else.

Spencer gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll tell my team I’m going to take you home.”

As he left, she breathed a sigh of relief.

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Spencer wasn’t really sure if it was appropriate or not, but he found himself unable to say no. Y/N had asked if she could call him every now and then if she felt overwhelmed; she wasn’t comfortable with many people and his soft voice had really helped her, so he’d said yes.

Nothing was supposed to happen. He was just supposed to talk to her every so often, but as the weeks wore on, he noticed the conversation turning away from what happened and more toward personal questions - their favorite colors, movies and television shows, their dreams for the future. It would dip back into what happened to her mother, mainly during the middle of the night, when she’d call crying, but for the most part, she found herself wanting to get to know more about the sweet, BAU Doctor.

He felt the same. Everything he learned about her, he liked. Morgan had once formed too personal a connection with someone they worked with, but Spencer was reluctant to let this growing feeling go; he so rarely felt it. “Y/N?” he asked as he picked up the phone. She was sobbing. In all likelihood, she’d woken up with a nightmare. “It’s me. It’s Spencer. You’re okay.”

“Spencer,” she cried. “I know he’s in jail now but I can’t get him out of my head. I haven’t slept well in weeks.”

He knew that feeling all too well. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, tossing between curling further into his bed and pacing around the room. He wanted to be there to help her and panicked slightly when she didn’t say anything. “Y/N? Are you okay? Are you there?”

“I’m here,” she said. “Will...nevermind.”

“What is it?”

“Will you come over?” Her brain said to keep the question to herself but her mouth said differently. “I don’t want to be alone.”

For a few moments, he tossed the idea around in his mind. There was a chance that what he was feeling wasn’t okay, but he cared for her, and he truly wanted to get to know her. As his voice comforted her in a dark time, her voice had done the same for him over the past few weeks. “I’ll be over soon.”

At 2 AM, he arrived at Y/N’s apartment. “Hi,” he said. “Are you feeling any better?”

“A little. Especially now that you’re here.” Reaching out, she grazed her hand against his, feeling the slight spark she’d never felt before. 

Spencer’s instinct was to pull away. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but she had been the one to reach out, and he couldn’t deny the feeling of her hand in his. Gently, she guided him inside and closed the door before they both settled on opposite ends of the couch, wrapped up in separate blankets, just thankful for the comfort of another.

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Spencer Reid x Nonverbal Autistic daughter

Another Spencer Reid oneshot!

Summary: Reader has a meltdown at her Dads work place, Reid helps her through it.

I'm finally writing this so sorry for thr wait!

reader is 10

mentions of a meltdown

Third person pov...

Spencer awoke to his alarm clock, groaning he slammed his hand down on the offending object and sat up, he needed his morning coffee. The Man stretches and gets out of bed, he then makes his way to the kitchen.

As he did he walked past his daughter bedroom, he pocked his head in and saw his 10 year old sleeping soundly with her earplugs in and wrapped in her weighted blanket.

Y/N is Autistic and Non verbal she also has Sensory issues and uses headphones or earplugs when she's sleeping. Spencer smiles softly before closing the door and making his way to make coffee.

Soon he was happily drinking his coffee and and sitting on the sofa reading one of his many books, as he was doing this he didn't hear his daughter coming out from her room.

The 10 year old was still in her pyjamas as it wasn't time for her to get dressed yet, the girl had her tablet with her and her headphones already on.

She sat next to her Dad, who was still reading his book. "Morning Dad" came the computerised voice of her tablet.

Y/N uses many different ways to communicate this is one of them.

She also uses sign language, writing down words, communication cards also sounds. Even if she can't speak she can still communicate most people don't understand but her Dad does since she was a baby he has worked hard for his daughter to have all the support and accommodations she needs.

Spencer doesn't even flinch at the voice a she's familiar to it. The genius looks up from his book. "Morning Y/N, sleep well?" He asks her, the 10 year old nods her head smiling. "I did Dad" came her tablet.

Spencer then put his book down and finished his coffee he looked at the the time and saw it was 7.20 he had 40 minutes till he has to go to work.

"Time to get dressed N/N" he said to his daughter, Y/N nods and stands up the Father and Daughter then walk to their bedrooms to get dressed.

It's part of their routine to get dressed at 7.20 ever Morning. Once Spencer was dressed in his normal clothes he grabs his bag and walks to his daughters room, he knocks of the door.

"You dressed yet N/N?" He asked, he waited for an answer but didn't get one.

So he knocked again, still no answer so he opens the door. "Y/N arw you okay?" He questions as he walks in, when he does he see shis daughter curled up in a ball.

The 10 year old rocks back and forth holding her hands to her head. She was still dressed in pyjamas.

Spencer acts quickly and sits infront of his daughter and holds out his hands. "Hey hey N/N, your okay it's okay, can you hear me?" He asks and Y/N touches his left hand for yes.

Spencer nods "Okay, did something happen?" He asks her Y/N touches his left hand again. "Was it sensory issues?" He asks once again she touches his left hand.

"Do you need pressure?" Once again she touches his left hand, Spencer waits as his daughter uncurls her body, she then looks up at her Dad and leans forward she then sits sideways on his lap.

Spencer wraps his arms around her and squeezes knowing what kind of pressure she needs from him.

The two sit like that for a while before Y/N relaxes completely. She grabs her tablet but stays close to Spencer. "Thank you Dad, I'm okay now" came the computerised voice.

Spencer smiles. "That's good N/N, I'll leave you to get dressed okay, then we can leave your coming to work with me." He says getting a nod from his Daughter he leaves her to finish getting dressed.

Soon the Father and Daughter are ready to leave for Spences work, Spencer is going through his mental checklist, making sure him and his daughter both have what they need, Y/N has her earplugs in, her tablet in her hands and her lanyard that tells people she is Autistic.

"ready to go?" asks Spencer, Y/N looks up at him and nods her head the 10 year old then held out her hand for her dad to take, Spencer smiles and grabs her hand squeezing it, Y/N always needs to hold her Dads hand when they go anywhere it keeps her grounded and comforting to her.

Neither of them like touch but they let it happen if they need it, the duo then leave the apartment and make their way to the FBI academy. As they walk Spencer makes sure that T/N is okay and tries to keep her from brushing up against people knowing she hates it.

When his daughter stops suddenly Spencer is quick to act he covers her with his body and squeezes her hand. she uses her right hand to sign the word for Headphones. Spencer instantly understands and puts her ear defenders on his daughter, he also kisses her forehead feeling her relax once the sounds were gone.

Timeskip...

Y/N gasps when she lays her E/C eyes on the FBI building, shes never been to her dads work place before, funnily enough one of her special interests is Osteology (is the scientific study of bones) and Criminology. She always loves when her dad tells her about his cases, he and his team have.

Spencer has a fond look in his eyes as he watches his daughter eyes widened. he swings their hands this makes the girl tears her E/C eyes away and to her dads face. "ready to meet the team?" his daughter answers him by dragging the man into the building making his laugh out loud at how excited she is.

when they get onto the right floor Spencer has to leave and go to the bathroom, before he leaves he gives Y/N instructions on were his desk is and how to find it. Y/N nods her head and makes her way inside the bullpen, she sees lots of people walking around so she quickly searches and finds her dads desk and sits in his chair.

it is still early so the other members of the team arents there yet, while waiting for her dad to come Y/N starts spinning the chair around and closing her eyes enjoying how it feels, she does this a couple times before someone touches her shoulder.

This makes her flinch and let out a yell, she falls from the chair and in a hurry she crawls away and under the desk, she pulls her knees to her chest and begins rocking herself trying ti self sooth it ends up not working she is too overwhelmed, so she doest the next thing which is thumping her head on the desk.

As the 10 year old cowers under the desk the person who tapped her was freaking out and that person was Derek Morgan, with him was Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia and Aaron Hotchner Spencers team. 

Derek is worried he could hear the child thumping her head on the desk but doesnt know what to do the others are just as confused. "what should we do!" yells Derek as the other =s try and think of how they should calm the girl down. 

before long their youngest member joins them, he wonders why they others are at his desk before he sees Y/Ns tablet thrown on the floor, his eyes widened and he quickly crouches down and under the table he sees his daughter having a meltdown.

"guys i need you so all step back" he tells them before he sits cross legged in front of his distraught daughter, confused the others do what he tells them, they watch as Spencer sits on the floor infront of the child and begins whispering to her.

10 minjutes later the girl has stopped hurting herself and was now rocking and was alot calmer, Spencer is still whispering to her, the other wait paitently until he comes out from under his desk with the child now asleep in his arms, he looked comfortable holding her.

"who is she Reid?" asks Hotch making the man look up at his boss, Spencer then puts the girl back on his chair, he brushes a hair out of her eyes before anwering. "she is my daughter Y/N Reid, she is 10 years old" he says making everyone shocked they didnt know Spencer had a daughter.

"baby genius has his own kid!" yells Penelope. 

Spencer blushes and nods his head. "i do, i only kept her a secret because it would overwhelm her if she met all of you at once just like now, Y/N is Autistic and Non verbal, she doesn't speak but communicates in different ways" he explains, the others nods their heads and listen to Spencer and he rambles on about Y/N.

All six of them can see the love he has for his daughter as she speaks.

the end!

hope you liked this one shot so sorry for the wait! sorry once again for the spelling mistakes and grammar.

requests are open!

word count: 1600

[happyhauntt]

a lack of caffeine — spencer reid.

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─── summary: caffeine makes the world go 'round. that's something you and spencer can agree on.

─── pairing: spencer reid x autistic!medical examiner!reader.

─── warnings: fluff, reader is autistic & a mom, spencer's iq gets slashed to sixty when he talks to pretty girls and it's my favourite thing. no use of y/n. swearing. i really fucking struggled with this it's so boring. thank you to everyone who requested a part 2!

─── word count: 1.8k.

     The call comes in at four in the morning.

     The screen reads three missed calls by the time its incessant buzzing rouses you from your slumber, and you pull it out from beneath your pillow. Squinting at the sudden brightness of it, an unlisted number stares back at you as your phone keeps vibrating insistently in your grip.

     When you finally wake up enough to realise it could be work, you answer it. Agent Hotchner's familiar voice is stern and low and only a little apologetic as he informs you that you're going to be required in the field for a new case, and you should be at the airfield within the hour.

     There isn't enough time to ask any questions before the line clicks, and you're left blinking into the dim light of your bedroom as you try to gather your bearings.

     Sleep itches at the corners of your eyes, all gritty and blurry, and though part of your mind recalls reading this little clause in the contract you’d signed, that constant availability takes on a whole new meaning when you work for the BAU, you still take a moment to fantasise about pushing Aaron Hotchner off a cliff.

     You’re not a morning person. And you would argue that 4AM isn’t even the morning, it’s the middle of the night, and why can’t serial killers do their business during normal business hours?

     A new case. Not your first case since joining the unit as their resident independent medical examiner, but the first where you would join the rest of the team in the field. The first where you'll be required to exert federal authority over county coroners, where you'll have to step on toes in order to get the job done.

     You know they won't take too well to an outsider coming in and derailing their whole thing. You know you wouldn't. You used to be one of them, not that long ago.

     Ah, shit. As the drowsiness begins to fade out of your body, a light panic trickles in. Your skin starts to buzz as if you put your finger into a live socket. You grip your phone so hard it leaves a mark on your palm.

     It takes ten minutes to get ready, stumbling around your room and shoving clothes into a bag. You don't really care about matching socks, but you count out your underwear three times and hope you won't run out before the case is done. Do they have laundries you'll be able to use? Have the other members of the BAU ever encountered this problem? Should you pack your hair straightener or is it really going to matter?

     When you've finally dragged a brush through your hair and dumped the last of your toiletries into a ziploc bag, a dull realisation strikes you.

     Jackie.

     Going toe-to-toe with a rabid raccoon might be more appealing than waking up your sister-in-law in the middle of the night, but you don't really have much choice. She has to know what's going on, she'll be in charge of your daughter for however long you'll be gone, and leaving a note on the kitchen counter feels like the wrong move to make in this instance.

     Is there a protocol for this? A single-parent handbook you can check out at the library? This is something you really should've talked about when you got the job, you know that. You'd known it would require you to travel on occasion, often without prior notice, but it hadn't seemed like a big deal at the time. You'd brushed it under the rug, labelled it to be discussed later as if you and Jackie have ever actually sat down and done that.

     A thousand things sit unsaid between you. That rug has got a little mountain under it by now, almost impossible to ignore. It’s really only a matter of time before you trip over it.

     “Jackie. Jackie.”

     Your sister-in-law grumbles when you sneak into her room and poke her, hard and repeatedly, until she threatens to bite you. The news of your leaving doesn't take her by surprise — exhaustion seems to dull the stung of it — and she promises to call twice a day, every day, before she buries her face back into the pillow and starts to snore like a lawnmower.

     You hope she never, ever changes.

     Pressing a kiss to your sleeping daughter's forehead is the last thing you do before you finally manage to drag yourself out of the apartment. A dull ache thuds in your chest, where your heart should be. She'd looked so peaceful, so sweet, and you can't recall a time since she was born that you'd been apart from her for longer than a day. Her bright, happy giggle and wide eyes flash through your mind.

     As your car peels out of the parking garage, you feel distinctly like a piece of laundry someone hung out to dry and then forgot about.

     The sun is just beginning to kiss the horizon as you pull up to the airfield. Long streaks of a pink-fingered dawn creep across the sky. You flash your identification at the security guard and pull up alongside the jet, scrambling to grab your bag from the passenger seat.

     It doesn't surprise you that you're the last to arrive, but you'd hoped that wouldn't be the case.

     The clock just strikes 5AM as you clatter up the steps, practically falling into the aircraft. Technically, you're on time, but it still feels like you're late for class and your teacher is about to put it on your permanent record. A kind-faced hostess greets you, offers to stow your bag, and you flash her a sheepish smile as you hand it over and pass through the curtains into the main cabin.

     "Holy shit."

     You can't help yourself. Every single member of the team turns to look at you, craning their necks to see exactly who they're dealing with, but you can't even bring yourself to care. "This is a jet. It's actually... a jet."

     You blink at the open space as your jaw goes a little slack. Do you sound a little insane? Sure, and ordinarily you'd feel self-conscious with several pairs of unfamiliar eyes gawking at you, analysing your every movement as if it's their job to do so — and it actually is — but this honestly insane.

     You had no idea the BAU had this kind of budget. Do they own the plane? Do they rent it? Is it publically funded by the taxpayer, and why can't they fly commercial? Like, you're not complaining at all, those leather seats look so comfortable, but why—?

     An austere voice says your name once, twice, and you blink, looking up to find the furrowed brow of your boss frowning at you down the aisle.

     "Take a seat, doctor, we're about to take off."

     His tone leaves no room for argument. A flush rises in your cheeks, and you manage to stammer out an apology before throwing yourself into the nearest available seat, buckling your seatbelt.

     "It's a good thing you're the M.E and not a profiler, sweetcheeks." One of the agents nearest to you leans across the aisle. A charming grin spreads over his face as he offers up his hand in greeting. "Derek Morgan."

     "Oh, I know," you reply, shaking his hand firmly. "I, uh, looked you guys up after Dr. Reid paid a visit to the underworld and I didn't recognise him. Figured I should be a little more familiar with the other members of my team."

     "The underworld?" A blonde woman you realise must be Agent Jareau gives you a friendly, if slightly confused, smile.

     You shrug, suddenly a little embarrassed. Group settings have never been your thing. Too many people, too many unfamiliar eyes, far too many voices clashing together until it all becomes a sensory nightmare.

     You much prefer your little lab, and one-on-one conversations, usually with the unlucky cadavers that find themselves on your slab. They never talk back.

     "It's just what I call the morgue," you tell her. A loose bit of skin hangs off the edge of your nail, and you really, really want to pick at it. Fatigue hovers at the edge of your consciousness, and as the plane engines begin to roar, you find yourself wishing you’d made a coffee before leaving the apartment.

     You would have been late, for sure, but life would feel worth living so, y’know. Swings and roundabouts.

     "In Greek mythology, the underworld is where an individual goes after death. Early ideas suggest that someone’s essence, their psyche, is separated from their corpse at the point of death and transported to the underworld. Accounts differ on whether any judgement occurs, depending on which scholarship you’re citing." A familiar voice pipes up from the back of the plane and you glance over. The rich brown eyes looking back fill you with an odd warmth.

     More at ease with a familiar face, you settle back in your seat and lift your hand in a lazy wave. "Good morning, Dr Reid. It's nice to see you when I'm not elbow-deep in someone's intestines."

     Agent Jareau wrinkles her nose. "Now I'm really glad I didn't have time for breakfast."

     Reid's ears turn bright pink and he looks away, stuttering out his reply. "It's good to see you too. Uh, well, not good, given the circumstances, since there's a serial killer on the loose, but good because—"

     "We get the picture, Reid," Agent Hotchner cuts him off, and Reid turns his gaze back to the small window, a little flustered. Hotch looks, bizarrely, like he's trying not to smile. "Welcome to the team. We'll go over the case details once we're in the air."

     “Is there coffee in the air?” There might be a murder mid-flight otherwise. Really, how do they function at this time in the morning? The plane judders as it rolls over the tarmac, heading for the runway. “Or tea, or soda, or— Honestly, I’ll take whatever. I just don’t want to fall asleep in a body cavity later on.”

     Again.

     Reid finds himself nodding, entirely against his will. There’s something about the peculiar medical examiner, something he can’t quite put his finger on, but it makes him want to keep talking. More than usual, at least.

     He wonders if there’s duct tape on board. Or a parachute.

     “There’s coffee,” he confirms. Is his voice a little high?

     “Dr. Reid, I could kiss you—”

     Oh, hell. Judging by the way Morgan has a hand pressed to his mouth, stifling an obscenely loud chuckle, Reid suspects he’s never going to hear the end of this.