#spencer reid x gender neutral reader

[mandarinmoons]

Soft snores came out of Spencer’s mouth as he lay beside you, deep in sleep. His arm was draped over you and his fingers had a light grip on your shirt, even in his sleep he needed to be latched onto you like a baby koala in some way.

You were reading a book and usually needed complete silence in order to focus on the words, but the sounds emitting from Spencer were more like white noise rather than something that bothered you. Maybe it was light enough to the point that it didn’t bother you or maybe you were just so head over feels for him that anything he did made you fall for him deeper.

Occasionally Spencer would open his eyes and quickly skim over the page to keep up with what you were reading. Even if the plot wasn’t something he was keen on he’d still take the time to read through it as he wanted to be up to date with your interests. Lord knows how many times he’d kept you up late at night talking about a new scientific journal he’d flipped through and knowing it wasn’t something you’re quite interested in, but you still listened to him and he wanted to return the favor.

Spencer would mumble out the lines he was reading and from the corner of your eye you saw his lips move along. His hand would reach up and rest on the back of your hand, his thumb lightly caressing the skin. It felt like he was tricking you to put the book down so you’d spend some time doting on him and you honestly wouldn’t mind. With his sleepy face and messy hair it was hard to ignore how adorable he looked and how he’d look even better with you snuggling in his arms.

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Loving the Boss's Daughter

- Spencer Reid x Reader!Hotch's Kid

- Thank you so much @fallout-girl219 for the suggestion and thank you all for 800 followers!!!!

- Fluff, Worried Spence, WC: 1,458

"Oh, he's gonna kill me. Why didn't I think of this before?" Spencer says as he places back and forth in front of Hotch's office.

"Spence, Honey, please calm down. He's not gonna hurt you." You reassure. Ever since you decided it was time for your dad to know about your relationship with Spencer, he's been freaking out.

The thought of Hotch disapproving of your relationship made him feel like a kid needing a parents permission to do something. Safe to say he's not anxious to get this done.

"Easy for you to say!" He exclaims in a whisper, "He's your father, he can't fire you."

"He's not gonna fire you!" You put your hands on your hips and shake your head softly, "I promise there is nothing to worry about. We're both adults, there's nothing he can do anyway."

Spencer goes to respond but you cut him off.

"Before you start with the firing you nonsense, and yes it's nonsense, he can't fire you for a relationship in your personal life. And he wouldn't want to." You stand in front of him to put your hands over his shoulders. You place a swift kiss on his lips and smile at him.

"I know." He tells you, voice soft. He places his hands around your waist and pulls you closer.

"Then why worry?" You ask him gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.

He doesn't respond immediately. You take notice of the growing nervousness on his face and biting the inside of his lip.

"Spence, c'mon." You feel a matching amount of nervousness the longer he takes to respond."

"I don't want him to be disappointed." He finally explains, so quiet you barely hear it. You furrow your brows in a mix of confusion and upset.

"Disappointed?" you repeat, "Why would he be disappointed?"

His dark eyes meet yours, "I don't know if I'm exactly the kind of guy your dad would want you to be with."

"What? Spence, that's insane." You regret your words as he frowns, "No I mean-" you take a breath, "Spence you're incredible. I mean you're a genius, you have a great job, and you are kinder and sweeter than any other man I have ever met. You're exactly who any father would want their kid dating."

"That's really sweet." He places his forehead against yours.

"I mean every word." You smile brightly, moving back an inch or two to mess with his tie.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Stop, you're gonna make me blush." You joke, pulling all the way back and grabbing his hand. "Let's not keep the big man waiting."

Spencer laughs behind you as you lead him to your dad's office. You walk in without knocking and go to take a seat in front of his desk, all without him looking up, therefore, not noticing Spencer trailing shyly behind you.

"Dad. I have to tell you something." You announce, plopping down in the chair directly in front of him. Only once he hears your voice does he look up and see the lanky boy inches behind you.

"What do you need, Kid?" He asks you, pushing his work to the side to try and give you his full attention, "Reid." He nods to him in acknowledgement.

"Oh nothing. I just thought I should let you know that Spencer and I are in a relationship." You say plainly. You see no reason why you should drag out this conversation, with Spencer being as nervous as he is. You feel his hand on your shoulder and smile at your dad.

"Reid." He turns his attention. "Sit."

If Spencer wasn't nervous before he was now. You're not entirely sure what your dad's goal is at the moment. You know he feels fondly of the guy and he knows better than to do anything to hurt your relationship. You observe them both as Spence sits in the chair beside you.

Having a father in the FBI can be difficult, especially in a split home. Getting to this point in your relationship took too much time for him to throw it away.

"I hope this isn't a problem, Hotch." Spencer finally speaks, clearing his throat quickly once he finishes.

"Not at all." Hotch confirms blankly, "However, I do have some questions."

"Really?" You chime in. "Nothing about marriage or babies or anything else I don't approve of."

Spencer reaches over to hold your hand, placing them both comfortably on your thigh.

"Fine, I have one question."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Spencer asks. Better to get it over with sooner. The sooner he can be out of this office and back in the comfort of his own home, with you, the better.

"Is this going to affect the quality of your work?" He doesn't allow either of you to respond before continuing, "You have made it quite obvious that something was going on and while I didn't expect my kid to be the cause of it, it has been noted. Getting distracted or basing more decisions off your partner isn't accepted, no matter who they are." You swallow harshly. It's a speech you have to hear now and will most likely hear more in the future, but it's not great thinking you might be the cause of someone's job ending.

Of course Spencer won't lose his job and if he does you won't be the cause of it, but overthinking is a bitch.

"I know, Hotch. I've really only been distracted because of this conversation but it won't happen in the future." Spencer replies, voice full of professionalism, if that's even a word.

"I don't think it will but it is something that needs to be said. This job is important-"

"Lay off a little will you." You interrupt. "I know for a fact you don't give this lecture to Morgan every time he gets a girlfriend. And you didn't lecture JJ when her and Will got together."

"You're my kid, it's different."

"I am, Spencer's not." Spence leans a little back in his chair as you and your dad talk. He rubs him thumb along the top of your hand but otherwise stays quiet and still. "Telling him how important his job is has nothing to do with our relationship which is the only reason we're here to talk."

He sighs deeply. "Fine you're right. I guess I got a little off track but only because I don't want anything to affect anything."

"You're too high strung. Stop worrying for a couple minutes and congratulate me and my boyfriend for our relationship." You instruct him. You don't blame him for the way he is, having such a tough job and all. But relaxing a little is good for everyone. And he has all the time in the world for a lecture.

"Congratulations on your relationship," he says with a small smile, "Neither of you could've picked anyone better."

You look over just in time to see your boyfriend's smile and a soft red tint coat on his face. He grips your hand just a tad bit tighter as his nervousness disperses.

"Thank you dad." You smile and stand. Dragging Spencer's arm up with you.

"Thanks Hotch." Spencer says, giving your dad a firm handshake. You walk hand in hand out of the office and with a click of the door behind, a deep breath makes its way out of the tall man beside you.

"Wasn't so bad was it?" You ask him while you both begin walking away from the office. You run your hand along his arm in a successful attempt at comfort.

"I don't know, for a moment there I wasn't sure what he was thinking."

"I did. He just worries too much and doesn't know how to put his feelings into words."

"Yeah I've noticed. He's very stone faced 99% of the time." He recalls all the years they've worked together.

"He cares a lot."

"He does. And he was right."

"About?"

"I really couldn't have picked anyone better."

"Oh, Dr. Spencer Reid, ever the sweet talker." You laugh, heat rising up your cheeks.

"It's true." He exclaims.

"I couldn't have either. Guess that makes us perfect for each other." He grins widely and kisses you cheek.

"Guess so. Even if you are incredibly cheesy."

"Hey you started it! Mr "I couldn't have picked anyone better." C'mon now." You try your best to imitate his voice but fail miserably with your words broken up between laughs.

"That's not how I sound at all!"

"Oh whatever you say sweetie." He grabs your wrist to stop you from walking.

"You bully me." He whispers with a light chuckle, pulling you in for a happy kiss.

[reidsgfbf]

I Want Your Love

spencer reid x gn! reader

in which spencer surprises the rest of the team with his music taste, which may or may not have been influenced by his partner he hasn't had the decency to tell them about yet

inspired by the fact i had I Want Your Love by Transvision Vamp in my head recently

warnings : no use of y/n, a few swear words here and there, characters may be a lil ooc, reader is only mentioned, they/them pronouns for reader

word count : 541 words, proofread

Of course, Spencer ended up drawing the short straw when the rest of the team was deciding who would drive them to the local police station. He'd only gone to the toilet, albeit reluctantly, for a few minutes, and when he'd gotten back, Morgan had tossed him the keys to one of the SUVs and told him he was driving.

Spencer agreed, only on the condition that he got to play music on the drive. The rest of the team reluctantly agreed, thinking they'd only be treated to classical music as they all bundled into the SUV.

Spencer slipped into the driver's seat, took his phone out of his pocket, which you'd bought him and taught him how to use, plugged the aux cord into it, and brought up the playlist you and he had made together.

He made sure everyone had their seatbelts on- because did you know that there's a mortality rate of approximately 50% of people who don't wear seatbelts in moving vehicles?- and then started playing his music.

The opening guitar riff of I Want Your Love by Transvision Vamp sounded out in the vehicle and nearly everyone did a double take as Spencer pulled out of the parking space and hummed along to the music. This is not what they were expecting at all.

"When the hell did you start listening to this stuff, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, narrowly dodging Emily's wayward arms as she and JJ danced to the music.

"My partner introduced it to me," Spencer replied simply and everyone paused, including Emily and JJ. The car was silent, apart from the music playing, as everyone, sans Spencer, digested this information.

"Your... partner?" Emily asked slowly, making sure she heard that right.

"Yep." Spencer responded, popping the 'p'.

"Since when have you had a partner?" JJ asked. Spencer thought for a second.

"Since about five months, two weeks, fifty-seven days and sixteen hours ago," Spencer responded precisely. "But it feels like longer."

His little lovestruck grin made Morgan snicker, which was quickly cut off when Emily jabbed her elbow into his ribs.

"Where did you meet this elusive partner of yours?" Rossi asked.

"At a museum. They were arguing with security about an incorrect factoid about Christopher Columbus actually." Spencer chuckled. "Because he wasn't actually the first European to set foot in America. In fact, he never set foot in America at all. He set foot in the Bahamas instead. The first European to ever set foot in America was actually the Viking Leif Erikson, son of Erik the Red, who discovered Greenland. Leif then discovered what is now Newfoundland and Labrador."

Emily snorted. "Trust you to meet the love of your life at a museum where they argued with the security."

Spencer laughed. "I stepped in and helped them argue with the security, but it ended up with us both getting kicked out, so we went to have some ice cream together instead, and we got to know each other."

By now I Want Your Love had finished, and now the playlist turned onto Lovecats by the Cure. Emily laughed.

"I definitely want to meet the person who has such a cool music taste now." She grinned.

"Maybe at some point," Spencer replied.

[supercriminalbean]

Jets of panic.

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader. 

Summary: After a bad case Reader has a bad panic attack on the Jet and Spencer helps calm them down. 

Warning: Panic attacks, anxiety, mental health, bombings, death, blood, school bombings, slapping, crying, angst, fluff. (If I have forgotten anything let me know)

Words: 1.8k

A/N: I rewrote this/ edited this in 10 minutes and then got bored near the end so I'm sorry for the rough ending but I tried its been a long day. I wrote this last year before I knew how to write (spoiler I still can’t write) so yeah I would love some feedback, thank you enjoy.

As you sit there on the jet couch, staring off into space. Beginning to daydream as the team starts their debriefing of the last case. Your head is buzzing, with the events of the last few days, still trying to process everything you have been through. This case wasn't the worst that you have had, but that doesn’t mean it was easy. It's never easy when you watch someone you were meant to save die right in front of your eyes, and manage to get out of the situation, with only a concussion and small scratches.

~~~

You can’t help but let the bombing replay over and over again in your mind. The way you fell to the ground, unable to move for a good minute. Only able to open your eyes and watch as the student you were escorting out of the building lay lifeless in front of you, her eyes staring straight into your soul. Everytime you try to close your eyes, you just see her face staring back at you, a feeling of helplessness and guilt filling you up, knowing it should be you instead. The room is a blaze, you can feel the room starting to heat up, but still your body refuses to move. Your ears are ringing from the loud blast, your mind unable to process what is happening in the moment, until you feel a pair of hands on your body pulling you up. Your eyes shoot over landing on a pair of scared eyes belonging to Morgan. Who you know must have run inside the building, after the explosion. 

“Save her, we need to help her” Your words are a mess, as you try pulling away from him, your strength suddenly returning to your body.

“We need to go, there’s no time,” Morgan says firmly. Wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you along with him. Ignoring your pleas to go back and help the girl, his mind is more focused on the second bombing in the building. 

~~~

Your mind stays centred on replaying the scene over and over again, focusing on the girl's face. Never hearing Hotch call out to you repeatedly, the whole team now watching you worried. They all know you’re taking this case hard, going internal rather than speaking about your worries. Morgan, who's sitting beside you, places a hand lightly on your shoulder to get your attention. You jump quickly, so far away in your own mind, you didn’t even notice that your hand had gone up as you turned round to face him. Only realising when the smack echoes around the jet, a gasp leaves your lips as your eyes widens. Fear and panic spreading throughout your body.

“I'm so sorry” You squeak out, As you spirit off to the bathroom, before anyone could stop you. Locking the door as you fall to your knees.

~~~

Tears are flowing down your face, as you lean against the door. Heart racing away in your chest, as you struggle to breathe. You're fully aware that you're having a panic attack, but your team is right outside the door, so you know you have to do your best at staying quiet. Pulling your knees up to your chest, hiding your head between your knees, allowing the tears to roll down, as your mind continues to race. You didn't mean to hit Derek, you just got startled. One of your reactions is to spin around, but your hand was already up and apparently had different plans. Morgan must hate you now, why wouldn't he? You slapped him for no reason. You never wanted your team to see you like this. 

~~~

There's a gentle knock on the door, making you jump slightly, you don't respond. 

“Hey (Y/n) can you open the door please, we just want to make sure you're okay” JJ's soft voice comes through. Shaking your head as a response, deciding to stay verbally quiet. You weren't ready for everyone to see you like this.

“Come on (Y/n) please, just let us check on you okay?” JJ sighs softly, knocking again. The whole team became filled with worry, when they saw you run off to the bathroom, after slapping Morgan. Morgan was shocked when he realised you had slapped him, more concerned than anything else. He got up straight away, wanting to go after you. But Hotch stopped him, wanting to give you some space to calm down first.

~~~

You wipe the tears off your face, but somehow they seem to keep flowing. You hear more footsteps approaching as a harsher knock comes against the door.

“(Y/n) open the door now, I don't want to have to kick it down but I will” Morgan sighs, looking at JJ with concern. “Come on kid, you're worrying us” Morgan's voice calls out, gentle but harsher than JJ. You close your eyes tired, pulling at your hair feeling stressed out. You don't want people to see how broke you are. You get that they are worried about you, but you just can't deal with it, not right now. Hearing more rushes footsteps quickly approche, the talking outside, sounding like an argument beginning to break out. It soon goes quiet as you hear the footsteps walking away.

~~~

It stays quiet for a minute, before you hear a soft knock on the door.

“Hey (Y/n/n) its Spence, I've sent the others away, can you just unlock the door for me?” Spencer speaks softly, his voice calming you. Slowly you reach up unlocking the door, moving out of the way so he can open it. The door opens quietly, he slips inside before closing it behind him. He looks down, spotting you leaning against the wall. Staying silent, he joins you on the floor, breaking his heart as he sees you like this. Your face stained with tears, your hair a mess where you were yanking at it. 

“Are you alright?” He asks after a bit of silence, turning to watch you. Shaking your head faintly, your tears having finally stopped. Spencer places his hand carefully on your knee, rubbing a circular pattern. Gradually you lean your head on his shoulder, your heart still pounding away. While your mind now just feel empty and froggy. Feeling like you can’t even think straight even if your mind has just fallen quiet all of a sudden.

~~~

“Morgan okay?” You finally speak, your voice is rough due to the crying.

“He's fine, he's worried about you, everyone is” Reid speaks gently. His hand is still drawing patterns on your knees, the sensation helping calm you. 

“I didn't mean to slap him” You let out a heavy breath, closing your eyes. 

“We know, It was a good hit though” Spencer smiles at you gently, earning a small laugh.

“I don't want to go out there, not yet” 

“We don't have to, we can stay in here as long as you need” Smiling weakly as you listen to Reids breathing, matching his. Helping slow your racing heartbeat down to a normal pace. 

~~~

“Spence, can you tell me something, just anything please?” You ask faintly. Feeling tired and weak, keeping your eyes closed. Reid stays quiet for a bit, thinking.

“I was thinking about entering a chess tournament this weekend, but I think that would be a bit unfair seeing as I would easily beat everyone,” Reid laughs lightly, earning a small chuckle from you.

“You really think you can beat everyone, don't ya Dr Reid” Smirking slightly, opening your eyes. 

“Well I mean, I can easily calculate what moves they will make and be able to beat them in less than 5”

“That is why I don't like playing games with you” You laugh slightly, teasing him.

“It's not my fault you're easy to read (Y/n/n)” Reid teases you back smiling. Happy to see the colour returning back to your cheeks.

~~~

“Are you ready to go back out?” Reid asks, removing his hand on your knee, you nod. Ready to stand up, as your heart starts beating faster and your mind decides to start spinning once more. They are all going to ask you questions, staring at you. What if they are already talking about you, who knows what they could be saying. What if Hotch doesnt think you're fit for the job anymore, and fires you. You can’t lose this job, you don't want to lose your team, your family. Your breathing picks up speeds, finding it hard to breathe once more.

“Hey hey, (Y/N) look at me, look at me” Reid speaks gently, placing his hand on your knee again. You shake your head refusing to look at him, while your mind starts to spin. Spencer places his hand on your cheek softly, turning you to look at him. Tears slide down your face again.

“I'm sorry , I'm so sorry” Crying out, your head dropping, trying to get away from him. Reid doesn't let you, wrapping his arms around and pulling you into his body. Your face hides away in his chest, snuggling into his touch.

“Don't be sorry, it's alright, just listen to my breathing okay” His voice is calm but firm. He starts taking deeper, calming breaths. You start doing the same, keeping in time with him. Listening to his heart beat, closing your eyes, finding peace in his heartbeat. You stay there for a while in silence. Soon he starts humming your favourite song, earning a faint smile from you. Slowly moving your head out of his chest, resting against his shoulder. 

~~~

You two sit in the bathroom, for close to an hour. Once you are fully calm down, thanks to the help of listening to Spencer , talk about random facts. Earning smiles and small comments from you.

“Okay Spencer, I'm ready” Smiling weakly, he smiles back, getting up. He holds a hand out for you, taking it, pulling yourself up. You fix your hair before walking out.

~~~

It's been over an hour since you locked yourself in the bathroom. The team has been extremely concerned about you, but decided to give Reid and you some space. Rossi and JJ are still sitting in the same place talking and laughing, while Morgan and Emily have moved to sit at the back. Emily is reading her books and Morgan has his headphones on staring out the window. Hotch is doing his usual round of after case paperwork, on the table opposite them. Morgan looks up as you walk past, giving you a small smile. Reid takes your hand in his, leading you towards the couch. Taking a seat on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. Positioning yourself, so that you're half laying down, with your leg out on the couch. Spencer wraps his arm around you, holding you close, as your body begins to relax, feeling at home in his arms. Closing your eyes, knowing you need to deal with everything that has happened. But, you can do that when you land, as you let yourself drift off to sleep in Spencer's arms.

[spencersties]

Gif is by @fightingdragonswithwho

First kisses with Spencer in different tropes

A/N: Just a little drabble I thought would be fun to write, let me know if I missed any important ones out.

Content/Warnings: Kissing (obviously), I'd say this one is rated like 15/16+ so read at your own risk, fluff, angst

Word Count: 280

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Strangers to lovers:

A little awkward, a little hesitant but so so caring.

I'm thinking maybe like a little accidental brush of the lips, followed by some incoherent mumbling and an intentional kiss filled with a gentle sort of newness after that.

Rivals to lovers:

A short and sudden kiss, probably to cut off the other's opposing argument. It's quick and maybe a little too harsh, and it definitely stuns you both into silence for a couple of seconds. It's immediately followed by a passionate kiss that has you moulded close together.

Friends with benefits:

This one is very vivid in my mind for some reason.

I feel like he would hug you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, totally comfortable with touching your body in an intimate way. You'd turn your head and share a slow and passionate kiss that lasts little while and has you both a bit out of breath.

Second chance romance:

One hand under your shirt, trailing your upper body, the other hand finding it's way into your hair. Maybe even stroking the side of your face as he pours everything into the kiss. Relief, longing, possibly some frustration. It's everything about him wrapped up in a kiss that escalates ridiculously quickly because he's just had enough of being away from you.

Enemies to lovers:

A panted "kiss me" leaving either your or his lips and you're colliding. It's rough and all-consuming, and he's biting your lip while you're tugging harshly at his hair. All of a sudden, you're backed against a wall with him all around you and your hands around his neck, both of your lips a bright and swollen red.

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Spencer: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly? Y/N: It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

[jkoningen]

Reid and (Y/N) get into a quarrel about (Y/N) and their PDA affection. Meanwhile, Prentiss and Morgan are outside the door listening, until things go quiet.

Prentiss: They’ve been quiet for quite a while.

Morgan: Maybe (Y/N) killed him.

// I should be posting more blurbs and prompts soon; got into a writing block 😅 - jk

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

ok so I got a cliché trope, but like, it always brings pain. Reader (any gender) is in a relationship with either luke or reid and are getting married, the other person is their best friend (ex. if reader dates reid, luke is the best friend) who's always been in love with them. He has to watch the love of his life marry someone else. Drunkenly he tells someone else and there's this exchange.

"Why didn't you ever move on?" the person asked. "I tried. God, did I try. Nothing worked. And when I knew they were getting married, that they would vow their lives together, I just knew it would happen. I will love them as long as they are his."

Luke has many regrets in life, probably too many to count. But none of them had bitten him in the ass as much as this one: you. You were his best friend and he wholeheartedly supported every decision you had ever made (and was there to comfort you when you fucked up). But he didn't ever tell you how he felt, he just acted like a good friend. He didn't want to cross a line. And then you started dating Spencer and Luke wasn't going to be That Guy, so he didn't say anything. Then you got engaged, he followed his new life motto 'grin and bare it'. And now he's at the wedding with a new motto: get drunk and forget about it.

Which led him to where he was now. God knows how many drinks in and confiding in Matt. "I just love them so much, man," He mumbles, signalling for another drink. "And Reid's a good guy, I know he's a good guy. But it hurts they aren't with me."

"Why didn't you ever move on?" Matt asked. 

"I tried. God, did I try. Nothing worked." Luke snorted, "I did everything short of leaving the team."

Matt stared at Luke and Luke threw back another shot. "Too late now," Luke muttered, "Too little too late,"

"Hey guys, enjoying the celebration?" You ask, walking up to the pair.

Luke straightened up, doing his best to act sober, "Of course!" He grinned, "Congratulatuons again,"

"Thank you for standing up there with me," You give him a small smile. In the moment, Luke felt like the rest of the world disappeared, melting away into the background. "Oh, one second, the husband's calling!" You laugh, emphasising the husband.

When you left, Luke turned back to the bar, downing another shot. "Luke, this isn't healthy," Matt said. "Look, why don't you come home tonight with me and Kristy? We can watch some TV, drink some water, and you can sleep in the guest room, how about that?"

"Even with your ten kids, you still have a guest room? How big is your house?"

"Hey, five kids." Matt argued, "Come on, Kristy looks pooped, we'll probably be leaving shortly, if you want to take me up on the offer?"

Luke turned his head slightly, you and Spencer coming into view, a sour, bitter feeling settled in his chest and he nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"No worries, man. We're brothers."

[skinnywalker]

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S.R./Autistic!Reader Fic Rec List

Hey friends! I've wanted to make a collection of headcanons and fics involving an Autistic Reader for future reference. Everything is Spencer Reid unless marked otherwise.

If you write/already have a fic involving an Autistic!Reader, please let me know and I’ll add it here!

Fem!Reader

Different Dialects by me: Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

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

Porcelain by me: Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim by me: Reader has a hard time at the airport. Spencer notices.

Piece of Paper by me: Spencer and Reader discuss Autism evaluations.

Wife by @specialagentlokitty : Spencer’s wife comes to visit him at work.

He Knows by @specialagentlokitty : Reader has a bad day at work and Spencer tries to help.

Meltdown by @prodigyspencer: Reader has a meltdown out eating with the team.

Look at Me by @yurimura: Reader works at the BAU and has a hard time making eye contact with people. A certain Dr. Spencer Reid picks up on it.

Their Resident Genius by @assassinmidnight: The BAU is called in by Scotland Yard to help with a case, Spencer becomes intrigued when he hears that they have their own resident genius.

Daughter Headcanon by @letarasstuff: If Spencer's daughter was Autistic.

Daydreams Turn to Reality by @spencerreidscoffeecup: [NSFW] Reader has a meltdown at the office.. Thankfully, her teammate Dr. Spencer Reid was nearby to help.

6.6 Gigue by @gettingrailedbyreid: Reader and Spencer are on a museum date, but Reader gets overstimulated and need to get home fast.

It's Okay, You're Okay by @gettingrailedbyreid: Reader goes nonverbal and Spencer is there to comfort them.

The Absence of Rain by @inactive-luv : Reader meets a stranger in the rain.

Surrounded by @c-m-stuff : Reader is overwhelmed by the press, and begins to panic.

More under the cut!

GN!Reader

The Living Weighted Blanket by @venusianelf: Reader had a crush on Spencer for the longest time but have managed to keep it fairly hidden... then they had to share a room.

Male!Reader

Lovers Do by @undeadspeeds: Reader loses his noise cancelling earmuffs and gets ready to have a very messy flight. Spencer cares more than he knows.

Understanding by @x-reader-theater : Reader is nonverbal and gets frustrated trying to communicate with Morgan. Luckily, Spencer’s there to help.

Stars by @reidmycriminalmind: Reader and Spencer stargaze.

Other Characters

The Tea Effect by @underworld-of-imagines: (Hotch, Fem) Reader expresses her love for green tea, and Hotch realizes his feelings for her.

Comfort Kittens by @reidgraygubler : (Wes, GN) Reader goes to visit Wes at the clinic and gets overwhelmed.

Potato Chips and Cupcakes by @reidgraygubler : (Chip, GN) Reader is oblivious to Chip’s flirtations, until he asks them out.

[fliesforeyes]

currently so insanely obsessed the thought of sleepy sex with spencer reid...

he got home late that night, finishing up paperwork took longer than he expected, finally arriving home at around 1 am. he believed he'd walk in to you sound asleep in bed, but instead he heard you turning, trying to get comfortable from the hallway.

"baby? you okay?" he whispered upon opening the bedroom door, watching as you shove the blanket off your upper body and sigh.

"can't sleep," you respond, eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry," spencer mumbled, walking over the closet to undress. your eyes moved to watch him, your head turning on the cold pillow. he looked so pretty, as always, his hair tousled and messy from the stressful night, glasses slowly falling down his nose as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"could i help you?" he asked, setting his glasses on the nightstand beside your bed, lifting the covers to slip inside.

his hand quickly found your bare skin, sliding under his baggy t-shirt you wore to bed, pulling himself closer to you.

"how so?" you asked, breath hitching as spencer moved from kissing your cheek, to trailing his soft lips down your neck.

"like this?" spencer whispered as the hand resting on your stomach slid downward, fingers just barely slipping below your underwear.

"mhm," you responded, knees instinctively lifting and opening, giving his big hand more room.

spencer mumbled a sweet thank you into your skin as he kissed down your body, took off your underwear, made room and rested between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs. it was almost like he made out with your cunt, tongue swirling over your clit, hands gently holding you open. you heard him moan as you softly tugged on his hair, felt his efforts increase, you whined as he pushed two fingers inside.

spencer kept going until you finished, a little further, pulled away licking his lips after your thighs clenched from the overstimulation. he left wet, sloppy kisses on your thighs as he made his way up from laying on the mattress.

you kissed him once he settled beside you, fingers cupping his soft face, smiling as his own slid into your hair.

"wanna help you too," you mumbled, words slurred with sleepiness, eyes barely focusing on his face in the soft light from the window.

"shh," he replied, gently pulling you to lay on your side. spencer pulled off his boxers, shoving them away and off the bed. "gonna help us both, if that's okay."

you nodded into the dark, closing your eyes. spencer lifted your leg, placed his cock between your thighs, pushed it up against your cunt as he set your leg back down. his hand curled around your waist, his other arm sliding under your head as you settled closer against his body.

it was softer motions that did the work, spencer thrusting back and forth between your thighs, cock rubbing against your clit as he did so. your orgasm that followed was softer than before, your face tucked into his shoulder, quiet moans mixing with his own.

spencer came between your legs, a choked gasp leaving his lips as he stilled against you, fingers curling into your plush skin. you felt him lean away, his arm leaving your side. a whine almost left your lips, until you heard the sound a tissue being pulled out its box, felt spencers warm hand lift your thigh, the tissue wipe against your plush skin as he cleaned up his mess.

spencer curled back into you after tossing the tissue into the trash, felt your breathing slow as you fell asleep. he pressed a kiss into your forehead, silently noting how well this worked, tucking it away for a future night.

[zillycricket]

Chess and Jealousy

PAIRING : spencer reid x gn!reader

NOTES : i got bored, wrote this, and i hate it but whatever 😞 I WROTE “made a move” SM BECAUSE I REFUSE TO ACTUALLY PLAY OUT A GAME OF CHESS IN WORDS. I am also so creative with my titles gang trust 🙏

CONTENT : fluff, jealous!spencer, happy ending, reader is gender neutral but does get called gorgeous and pretty , no use of names for the reader (E.G : Y/N, [Name], etc), mutual pining

SUMMARY : Derek makes you take over his chess match with Spencer, and Spencer gets a lil jealous seeing you be all close and flirty with Derek.

“Okay, handsome, what did you need help with?” You called out as you made your way next to Derek. Derek sat opposite of Spencer on the jet, the pair playing a game of chess with Spencer very clearly winning. You swung an arm over Derek’s shoulders, looking over the chessboard with cursed lips and a curious look in your eyes.

“You wanna help me over here, gorgeous? I don’t wanna give Reid bragging rights if he wins,” Derek replied, chuckling quietly under his breath with a toothy grin as he returned the affection, wrapping an arm around you. Spencer looked between you and Derek, an uneasy feeling forming in his chest as he heard the pet names and saw the touch. Spencer shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before looking up at you, attempting to hide the unease in his expression.

“Well, I’m not doing this for free. What do I get for doing this?” You asked, huffing a breath out in amusement as you settled in your seat, arm still draped around Derek’s shoulders as you tilted your head with a raised eyebrow, looking at Derek intently. Derek pursed his lips, humming quietly as if in thought. He then laughed softly, signalling you to move closer to him. You complied, leaning in toward him as he leaned in, too, and began whispering in your ear, pulling you in close so that you would hear his words. Spencer stared for a moment before looking away, his eyebrows furrowing as he began to play with his hands, biting the inside of his cheek. He waited impatiently for Derek to finish whispering in your ear, occasionally glancing over at you before moving his eyes to the chessboard.

“Morgan!” You called out, cheeks flushing after the short whispering session, pulling away from Derek and playfully swatting his chest with the back of your hand after you retracted your arm from around his shoulders. Spencer looked between you both, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His unease only grew when he noticed your flushed cheeks and Derek’s wide, toothy grin. Spencer remained silent as he watched Derek make his way out of the small seating toward another open area, whispering another few words with a playful wink that you returned with an eye roll and grin of your own. Once Derek left, you leaned forward on the table, placing your elbows on the table as you studied the chess board. You took a moment to analyse the game before making a move. Spencer then, rather quickly, made his move. The silence coming from Spencer was…strange, to say the least.

“You okay, Reid?” You asked as you looked up from the game, your gaze on Spencer and looking for any signs that he wasn’t okay. A frown formed on your face as you noticed how upset Spencer seemed to be, before looking down and making another move. “Oh, I’m fine. Just tired,” Spencer replied quickly, taking a quick glance from the chess board to you before thinking of a move. “Check,” he added on quietly with a small smile as he took another glance at you before the smile faded.

You quickly moved your king away before looking up and staring at Spencer. “You look upset. What’s wrong?” You asked, looking intently at Spencer with concern. Spencer opened his mouth to speak, before quickly closing it and making another move in the game. “You and Morgan- you’re uhm, you guys seem really close,” Spencer said simply, realising that he couldn’t lie to you and say he was fine or that it was nothing, so he simply made a statement that may or may not be the reasoning for his unease. Spencer’s response made you furrow your eyebrows, lips parting slightly as you made a move, not paying much attention to what you moved or where you placed the chess piece. “I mean, I guess? It’s sorta like how Morgan and Garcia are close. Sort of less, but still. Why?” You asked in return, suddenly very concerned as to why Spencer seemed upset by you being close to Derek. After a few moments of staring at Spencer, watching him intently, noticing all the details. From how he averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed under the pressure of your gaze and for the situation at hand, his fidgeting fingers and overall embarrassed look. You then raised your eyebrows, your lips parting from surprise as your eyebrows raised.

You stared at Spencer for a few moments more, watching how he grew embarrassed by the silence. A soft smile formed on your face as you realised what was going on. Spencer was jealous. “Doctor Reid, are you jealous?” You asked, voice filled with amusement and a light teasing. You propped your head up with your hand, looking at Spencer with kind eyes.

“Why would I be jealous? I’m not jealous. Jealousy refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, and concern over a relative lack of possessions or safety-” Spencer began to ramble, not quite sure where his words were leading but desperately attempting to hide the fact that he was jealous, at unease at seeing you being so close with Derek. His ramblings fell short as he made eye contact with you, his blush flowing from his cheeks down to his neck as he grew more and more embarrassed. “Maybe a little,” he decided on after a moment of embarrassment silence. The response made you grin as you watched him clear his throat and continue the game of chess. You continued on too, allowing him time to cool off from his embarrassment.

“No reason to be jealous. Morgan and I are all fun and games, no feelings at all,” you said, finally breaking the silence as you looked at Spencer’s face, which rose up at your words, making proper eye contact with you now. “Cool,” Spencer said, a sheepish smile as he looked at you, feeling relieved at the words. The unease was mostly replaced with embarrassment still, but now for the fact that you knew he was jealous of Derek on occasion, being able to be flirty and physically close together like that.

“You’re- uh, you’re pretty, by the way. You look very nice today,” Spencer said, voice firm despite stumbling over his words. He had a new found confidence, from where exactly? He wasn’t entirely sure. But it was there nonetheless. That caused you to look at him with surprise, cheeks flushing pink for the third time that evening. Other than the light reaction, there was a silence that washed over that made Spencer slowly loose that confidence out of fear he said something wrong. “Well- I mean, uh. You look nice everyday, but you know. Since I’m telling you today, then you look- Uhm- It’s today and you do look nice today, so I told you you looked nice today because…because you looked nice today? Uhm.”

“You’re handsome, Spencer. And you look nice today, too,” you replied, wishing to help the poor man out of his rambling mess. You spoke in the same tone he had when he complimented you, a sense of amusement and appreciation laced in your voice. You shot him a wide smile, chuckling under your breath as you felt yourself grow giddy at the compliments. Spencer beamed silently, smiling right back at you as he looked at you, admiring your presence quietly. He snapped himself out of his staring by moving his queen, a proud grin on his face.

“Checkmate,” Spencer said suddenly, causing you to snap out of your gaze and stare down at the board, looking to see if it really was checkmate. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed that it was in fact checkmate. You looked up at Spencer, attempting to keep the ‘frustrated’ expression on your face but the expression almost immediately got replaced with an affectionate look as you rolled your eyes playfully, muttering a quiet ‘whatever’ under your breath that earned a soft laugh from Spencer in return.

[mandarinmoons]

Could you please write something sweet where R and Spencer get ready for work together. She helps him tie his tie and style his hair then kisses his forehead (cause I want to). Basically, domestic soft moments of their morning.

You write soft and sweet fics so well <3.

Thank you dear 🥹 <3

“Spence, can you please be still for a moment?”

As you both got ready for work, Spencer was having a hard time tying his new tie and you swooped in to help him. Working on the material, Spencer started to talk about the history of ties, his arms moving a bit in the process, making it difficult for you to perform your duties.

Taking Spencer’s hands into your own, you rested them on your sides as you turned your attention back to the tie, Spencer taking this opportunity to pull you a bit closer and the caress of his fingers tickling you a bit, making you squirm in his embrace.

“Stop it!”

Chuckling at your wriggling Spencer pulls you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around you and presses kisses on top of your head.

“You know you’re only making yourself late?”

“I know, but it’s worth it.”

“Acting like a child and fooling around with me is more important than your job?”

“You’re always the most important thing.”

Melting at his words, you reached on your tippy toes and kissed Spencer’s forehead, your hands resting on his cheeks as your thumbs glided over the stubble adorning his cheeks.

“Are you going to shave too?”

Shaking his head, Spencer rubbed at his eyes as he tried to stifle a yawn. He was clearly tired and would’ve much preferred to be still under the covers with you in his arms.

“I have no idea how I’m going to get through the day.”

“I have a thought.”

“What is it?”

Leaning up again, you pressed the lightest kiss on his lips before pulling away, leaving Spencer pout at the loss of contact.

“When you get home you’ll get the rest of it, maybe even more.”

“At least I know I’ll have something to look forward to.”

Pressing another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth, Spencer scoffed as you smirked his way.

“With me you’ll always have something to look forward to.”

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[moonlightspencie]

I just need some season 1 spencer x reader he was so cute! What about them just having a cute relationship, always sitting together in the jet and stuff and the team just loves to tease their innocent relationship

suuuupa short but fluffy!

spencer reid x gn!reader

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“Hey,” you smiled, taking your usual seat next to Spencer on the jet’s couch.

“Hi,” he smiled right back, habitually settling part of his blanket over your lap.

“Thanks. What are you reading?”

“Re-reading, actually,” he said, looking up at you.

“Why would you need to re-read anything?” you chuckle.

“I don’t. I just haven’t ever read Anna Karenina in the original Russian yet.”

“Isn’t that a romance book?”

“Sort of.”

You hummed, shrugging a little and pulling out your own book before resting your head against his shoulder.

Derek nudged Elle, nodding over at the two on the couch.

“Lovebirds are back at it again.”

Elle snorted a laugh. “God, it’s like they were grown in a lab to be together.”

Derek chuckled at that, shaking his head. He watched them for another moment, hiding a smile as he want back to his music.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Marry Me?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Warning: I haven't seen criminal minds in a bit so idk if the Spencer in this is 100 percent accurate

Summary: Spencer asks you to marry him at the most random time. Garcia does not approve.

*Not Proof Read* ABC List Criminal Minds

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" That's horrifying. " I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the bloody decapitated woman in the photos lying scattered around the table. This is why I work with Garcia.

Sticky notes are messily pasted onto the photos, illegible scribbles covering them.

" It is. " Spencer agrees.

" Why did you call me in here? " I ask, confused why my boyfriend called me in if he isn't going to expand further on the topic.

Spencer picks up a large Manila folder and shuffles through the contents. " I think I might have figured out the pattern we were looking for. " He pulls out a small stack of papers, each with the name of a high school in the corner. " The Unsub is killing girls from the same high school. Each girl attended the school at a different year. It's like he's going down the line of years. If I'm right, he'll been picking a girl from 2002 next. "

I scan over one of the papers he hands me. " Shit, you're right. " Excitement fills my body. We've been working on this for hours. He figured it out! " Spencer, this is fucking amazing! You figured it out! We need to tell the others. "

" Yes. I also think I might know who the next potential victim is based on other patterns I picked up along the way. " Spencer rambles on. " I think he might be going after Piper Johnson next, the woman we saw on the news interview. We need to check if she's okay. By the way, do you want to get married? "

His words come out so fast it takes me a second to process.

" W-What? " My eyes widen. Did I hear correctly?

Spencer is looking at me his gaze steady. He looks serious. " I know it's a little random, but this case really had me thinking. We don't know how much time we have together. God forbid one of us gets hurt or worse. I don't want to waste any more time with you. I love you and I want to be with you. I'd be the happiest man on earth if you said yes. "

For a moment I forget we're surrounded by gruesome shit. All I can think about is Spencer and our future. All of our plans.

A large smile makes its way onto my face. " Of course I will, Spence. I love you. " I smash my face into his, our lips meeting and immediately sending shivers through my body.

" I love you too, Y/N. So fucking much. " His voice rumbles against my lips.

" You did not just fucking ask Y/N to marry you in a room surrounded by dead women. Spencer, what the fuck. " A surprised voice interrupts us.

Surprised, Spencer and I pull apart to find the owner.

Garcia stares at us, her mouth hung open in surprise. " And you accepted his proposal? Are you insane? Don't get me wrong, you guys are perfect for each other. This proposal was just...so...gory. " She glances at the pictures around the room. " I'll help you plan out a real proposal, alright? Let's press pause on this until tonight. I'll have it all ready by the time you guys get back. " She says confidently, taking on the task we didn't ask her to do.

" It's really not that big of a deal- " I begin.

" It'll be done by tonight. " She says sternly, holding her hand up to stop any argument. " Now, you go let the others know what's going on with the unsub. " She points at me. " You are staying here with me while we set everything up. "

She gently pulls me towards the door, snatching the pack of information out of Spencer's hand.

" But-! "

She doesn't let me finish, swiftly kicking me out of the room.

Behind her, Spencer stand watching me in surprise.

Garcia shuts the door in my face, leaving me standing on the other side alone.

This day has been so confusing.

[sanguineterrain]

Ahhhh yes I'm so excited that you're writing spencer! Could I request something with a reader who's also considered "weird" by people (aka neurodivergent) and it gets them down but spencer doesn't think they're weird obviously and maybe they bond over that? I hope this makes sense 🩷 love ur fics!!

hope this is okay :) spencer reid x gn!reader. rude cop alert, reader feels down about not picking up on invisible social expectations/cues, Spencer comforts them. ty for requesting!

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New crime scenes make you lock in and hone your attention. You've always done that. Ever since you started at the BAU, that's meant that you break some invisible rule more often than not.

You approach the cop who called in the case from behind. "When did you find the—

He flinches, dropping his clipboard. Immediately, he rounds on you, annoyance palpable.

"Jesus, knock much?" he asks, brow low with frustration. "Sneaking up on people in this line of work is a bad habit."

"I'm sorry," you say, not quite sure what you're apologizing for. "When did you—"

"And who are you, exactly?" he interrupts, looking you over. "Selling cookies?" He laughs at his joke.

You push through, showing your badge and saying your name. The cop snorts.

"FBI, huh? Wouldn't have guessed. You don't act like it. You know you're supposed to sign in, right?"

"Yes, I know. I've been here for ten minutes," you say. You can't pinpoint exactly what you sense, but you recognize the tone someone gets when they're making fun of you.

"Ten minutes?" The cop looks past you. "I didn't see you."

"I signed in at 8:14."

You've learned that being precise is very important because it makes people more likely to believe you. Sometimes your precision puts people off, but you have to show them that you pay attention, lest they have any doubts.

"Uh-huh. Look, is your supervisor here? Someone in charge? I need to give this report to someone."

"You can give it to me. I was assigned to this case," you say.

He snorts. "Right. First time sniffing around a murder case, rookie?"

You blink, confused. "No. This is my thirty-third case."

He's about to respond when Derek interrupts. He flashes his badge, says his name, and the cop clearly respects him, straightening up.

"What have we got here?" Derek asks, and the cop launches into the explanation you've been wanting since you started the conversation.

You get that prickling sensation on your neck, that feeling of humiliation when you've missed some cue. Your first thought is that maybe the cop doesn't respect younger agents, but it's more than that. It's always more.

It's always something you've done.

You slink away, and Derek doesn't even glance at you, which is fine. He's busy. You won't take it personally.

You drift over to Hotch and Spencer instead. Hotch is talking to a witness who heard the gunshots. Spencer is supplementing his questions with information about how bullets splinter different types of wood. He looks at you as you approach and that instantly makes you feel better. Spencer never ignores you.

"Thank you very much," Hotch finally says, touching the witness on her arm briefly. "We'll call you if we have more questions. Someone will drive you home. If you'll follow me out."

She follows Hotch and then it's you and Spencer.

"What do you think?" you ask.

He shrugs. "Too early to tell. The witness said she heard sounds after the shots that she didn't recognize. What did the officer say?"

You shrug. "I don't know. Derek's taking his statement."

"I thought you were," Spencer says in confusion.

"I tried to, but he wouldn't talk to me. He said I don't act like an FBI agent. Called me a rookie."

It's part of the job, these kinds of interactions. Not every government worker is the nicest.

"I don't understand what's wrong with me," you say before Spencer can say anything. It's too honest for a crime scene. Anyone else would be annoyed by your whining.

Spencer shakes his head. "Nothing's wrong with you."

"I feel like there is," you say quietly.

Spencer's the only one who understands. He's been called every name under the sun. He's so smart, and you're always in awe at how smart he is, but, according to Hotch, some people get intimidated rather than awed and say mean things as a result.

You're not a genius like Spencer, though. You're just an agent. You're fine at your job, but sometimes you don't even get the chance to demonstrate that. You have no idea what makes you fumble simple interactions like taking a statement.

"So he made it seem like you're inexperienced," Spencer says.

You nod. "I don't know why. I went to him, about to ask a question, but I guess I startled him. He snapped at me to not sneak up on people. Then I apologized. People like when you apologize, right?"

Spencer shrugs thoughtfully. "Sometimes. Apparently, it's a very fine line between when you should and when you shouldn't. Did you introduce yourself and ask his name?"

You frown. "Later, I did."

He hums. "Apparently, people don't respect our authority unless we're flashing it obnoxiously. That's what Penelope told me. Take a page out of Derek's book."

You both look at Derek, who's got his hands on his hips, posturing like he's in a procedural drama. Spencer shares in your laughter. It's like drinking the sweetest, richest cup of hot chocolate when Spencer looks at you like that.

"Do you do that?" you ask, smiling.

"Ah, apparently, I haven't quite nailed it. I'm the least approachable agent on the team, according to a DEA agent."

Your face falls. "I think you're approachable."

Spencer lifts his hands as if to say, what can you do? Maybe you should be the same. It's just so hard.

"I can't do anything right," you blurt, sobering up. "There's so many rules, Spencer. I just want to solve cases. Isn't that why we're here? That's why I went to the cop in the first place."

You feel babyish for complaining. You know what someone else would say: suck it up. But this job sometimes feels like you're on the field playing baseball, and everybody else is playing chess. No one else seems to struggle with the invisible rules of being an agent. No one except...

"Yeah, but to that officer, it's also an assertion of power," Spencer says. "He's the kind of person who only responds to perceived authority. He didn't perceive authority from you, even though you have it, because you wouldn't be here if you didn't. So, he thinks you should've cowed to him and flattered him with inane niceties to get the information that you deserve to know to begin with."

You blink. "Really? All that?"

Spencer nods. "I've known lots of people like him. Classic law enforcement personality. For the record, I think it's stupid. You're smart, and you're good at your job. You shouldn't have to make yourself smaller to get people to do what's expected of them."

"I wish I could do something quiet," you say morosely. "Do autopsies or something. Stay out of the way."

Being quiet is easier. You work in a place where some talking is necessary, but it's also not strange to think quietly for periods of time. And people can't get mad at you when you're quiet.

But then, you really love the BAU. You'd hate to be transferred. You'd hate to be away from Spencer Reid.

"I don't want you to be quiet. You're good at what you do here," he says. "Don't let an insecure person make you doubt yourself. Also, you're not inexperienced: you've solved thirty-three cases."

"Tell me more about bullets and different wood types," you say.

You grin. There's nothing quite like being seen.

Spencer's face lights up, and you suddenly feel more sure that this is exactly where you're meant to be.

[spencersties]

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Falling Petals - S. R.

A/N: a little mini blurb/drabble about taking a mid spring stroll through a park with spencer

Content/Warnings: pure fluff, spencer reid x gen!neutral reader, pre established relationship

Word Count: 220

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the situation seemed almost magical. spencer and you were surrounded by nothing but green and pink and white. there were trees in bloom wherever you looked, and rays of sunlight were shining faintly through their beautifully shaped branches.

and yet the most beautiful view of all was the man standing next to you, rambling on about the peak days of floresence in spring.

after a little while, he finished talking and turned to beam at you. his smile, paired with his pushed back, beautiful hair, and his favourite purple scarf, made your heart beat a little faster than usual.

that, paired with the small bits of sun getting through to the two of you, made him almost look as though he was glowing.

just then, a gust of wind blew past the two of you, making the petals on the trees flow around you and causing spencer's hair to become a bit ruffled.

you couldn't help yourself. you pushed his hair back behind his ears with both of your hands, stroking the sides of his head with your thumbs as you did so.

he leaned into your touch, and in that moment, surrounded by falling petals and a warm spring breeze, it felt like you and spencer were the only two people in the world. it felt like you had never been that happy in your life before. it felt like you were falling in love.

just as you brought your hands down, spencer grabbed one of them. he intertwined your fingers together, stroking the top of your wrist with his thumb. your favourite doctor looked at you for a moment, a sort of serene look glinting in his eyes.

a few moments passed and you began to walk again, hand in hand as the petals continued to flurry in a storm around you. it looked as though you weren't the only one falling.

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