#spencer reid x daughter!reader

[letarasstuff]

Female Rage

(A/N): Initially, I wanted to end this one on a hopeful note. But fighting the war of equality and equity can be pretty hopeless. I tried to be as inclusive as possible, but it's came out in a very binary way. I'm sorry for that and I'm readyto change anything.

Summary: Spencer learns from his daughter how much the patriarchy really sucks.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: the utter feeling of hopelessness in today's patriarchy, unwanted advances, some men suck

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“Hey, what’s with you today?” Spencer asks after hearing his daughter slamming the front door shut.

Her stomping feet bring her towards the living room, where he sits on the couch with a book in his hands, deciding whether or not he’ll include it in his next class. Looking up from the written words, he instantly spots all the emotion running over (Y/N)’s face.

Now, being a father to a 16 year old teenager wasn’t always easy and especially since puberty started it’s becoming increasingly difficult to decipher his child, but Spencer knows right away what kind of emotional cocktail is playing here: Anger, hurt, a pinch of shock and layered under all of this is a certain type of fear. Which one is up to (Y/N) telling him.

“What’s with me today?” She asks him in an incredulous tone. “With me? What about you? Or your entire gender. No, seriously. How can you men go around, trumpeting how you are the stronger, the smarter, the better, the most superior gender? And mean that? Even going as far as to believe that bullshit”

(Y/N) stops, taking in a deep breath. Her father looks at her with waiting eyes, thinking that she now will calmly explain to him what her whole tirade is about. But it seems that this was just the prologue. Because she continues with even more vigour in her voice than she started with.

“For real, what makes you even think that? Stronger than a person, who was assigned female at birth? Just because you are able to build muscles faster than we? Or lose weight faster than us? You know what I call that? An evolutionary problem, because while I got emergency fat to feed off in the case of, I don’t know, an apocalypse, you will freeze to death.

“Our bodies are, for the most part, able to grow an entire functioning human being. We literally take a breakfast bar and build fingers with that energy.

“And for the smarter part? No, absolutely not. So many findings in history have been stolen from women by men, who greedily put their name on it and call it a day of science. Without women, cars probably would still drive around with windshield wipers. Mary Anderson has been laughed at for that idea, despite being one of the first women to hold a patent. And as soon as it expired, suddenly wipers were installed in all cars. Out of nowhere, it stopped being a dumb idea? Just because you weren’t able to attribute it to a woman?!

“But what more to expect from a gender that made protective gear for their testicles in hockey mandatory a hundred years before doing the same thing with a helmet. Who would have thought that brain cells need protection, too? A woman definitely.

I don’t wanna say one gender is better than the other or that there should be a particular fight between any gender at all, but men make it out like that. Damn it, they make women compete with each other to garner their attention. All those “pick me” girls you make fun of? They are the product of internalised misogyny.

“The baseline is wanting to be different from the “typical girl”, right? Well, what is a typical girl, who defined her and why is it so bad to be typical. Who do I want to be different for? Who is mad that I’m dressing up, putting makeup on or having good friendships with other girls?

“Men apparently, because they don’t want a different girl. They don’t want a well dressed, put together woman for the sake of love or so. They want someone easy. Nothing complicated, not someone, who asks them if these pants do look better with that shirt or this blouse. They don’t want to be confronted with problems. That’s why they made up a narrative of how a woman is supposed to be, solely for their own interest.

“And this whole thing eradicates the beautiful experiences you can have as a woman. I don’t talk about these silly and partly belittling things like girl dinner or girl maths. I’m talking about hyping each other up. Bathrooms in a club are fun, because there are a bunch of strangers, talking another stranger up to shoot their shot. Or down from texting their ex. There is unity.

“So where do men get their audacity?!”

Ending her whole rant with this question, (Y/N) stands in front of her father, seething and looking like she is about to overthrow the patriarchy with her own two hands. Right here, right now.

Meanwhile Spencer has started to shrink into the sofa and looks as physically small as possible.

“Uhm, the audacity for what, Sweetheart?” He asks hesitantly, scared for her reaction, but also knowing that this is something his daughter needs to get out of her system.

“TO WALK UP TO ME AND TRYING TO GET SOMETHING ON WITH ME WHILE HE CLEARLY HAS BEEN TRYING TO DESTROY MY WHOLE PRESENTATION! TO FLIRT WITH A MINOR WHILE HE CLEAR AS DAY IS IN HIS MID TO LATE TWENTIES!”

(Y/N) falls down on the sofa face first, next to her father. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing manner, trying to take the fall after her burst of warranted female rage.

“I apologise. I know, there is nothing I can do against all of what you just said. I also know, like you, that we are talking about a structural problem. It’s nothing that can be solved by a few words. It sucks, knowing that your right to vote is younger than the patent on the first motorised vehicle. It’s not right that you always have to stick up for your rights, while mine will never be threatened.

“Nothing about all of this is fair. That I have to raise you in a way to remind you that any man out there could hurt you. It’s not fair that you have to go tell other men making advances at you about an imaginary boyfriend, because they rather believe in the legitimation of a fake male than your no. That you have to say no more than once, just because someone wants to “make sure you really mean it”.

“I can’t do anything right now that will satisfy you.

“But I can promise you that I will always listen to you. Listen to what makes you mad about this system. I will listen to other people, telling me how the patriarchy failed them. I promise to uplift the women in my life, give credit where it’s due and try to be the best feminist I can be.

But you need to promise me to tell me how I can support you the best in a world that wants to diminish your opinion, your rights and you. Can we do that?”

A short moment of silence gives Spencer the opportunity to think about instances, where he had to endure how (Y/N) being born female made her life more difficult. May it be boys pulling your hair on the playground and the teacher saying that they show love in this abusive way. May it be being called emotional or being told to stop being dramatic while talking about her problems. May it be in simply enjoying stereotypical girly things and being called basic because of that.

“Yes, I promise, I’ll keep you in check. And if you start rambling about how men are superior, I’ll ship you off to the worst retirement home I can find,” (Y/N) says, voice a bit muffled by the couch pillows.

The family continues sitting in silence, the feeling of deep and utter unfairness seeping into their bones.

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[ddejavvu]

could you do a spencer x daughter reader comfort for grade stress? my grades are a lot lower than normal and i feel awful :(

you’re an amazing writer much love <3

'$20 and a completely unabridged gossip session about my love life if you can hack into my school's system and change my grades...'

'Baby genius!' Penelope scolds, in response to what you personally believe was a very fair and enticing offer, 'I can't! I don't do bad hacking anymore, I only do the good kind :)'

'It would be good for me to not have these grades.' You type back, smearing an exasperated hand over your face. You swear you nearly drag your skin right off, and you consider attempting to do so, maybe you wouldn't have to go to school anymore if you were just a skeleton-face.

'I'm sure you're freaking out over nothing, wonder baby,' Penelope responds, full of all of her usual optimism that sickens you now, 'You of all people don't need to be worrying about your grades.'

She's wrong. Now you do, now your grades have inexplicably taken a nosedive, dropping into uncharted territory. With a father that attended college at the ripe age of twelve, you feel severely disappointing. You're not following in his footsteps, you've lost the outline of his sneakers and you're traipsing through mud trying to locate them aagin.

You don't bother responding; you're not even sure what you'd say. You don't even consider the ramifications of her saying no to your scheme, being that the world's biggest gossip knows you're upset about your grades and she's not bound to confidentiality by any suspicious illegal activity.

Which means that when your dad gets home, he heads straight for your room.

"Hi, angel," Spencer leans down to hug you over the back of your desk chair, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head. It's the same kiss he's planted on you every day since you came into the world, "Penelope said you're having school trouble?"

Your stomach drops and you groan, "That snitch."

"Hey!' Spencer scoffs, "She's the one that always spoils your birthday presents 'cause you give her puppy eyes. You use her poor secret-keeping abilities to your benefit just as much as the rest of us."

"It's nothing," You're still glancing blankly at your homework, keeping your eyes away from your dad so that you don't have to see his face. You try to brush him off before he directly asks what your grades are, "I'm just having a bad week or something."

"A bad week doesn't impact your grades that much," Spencer hums suspiciously, "And your teacher doesn't even put in grades until the week after you submit assignments, so this week being bad wouldn't have changed your grade yet. What's really going on?"

"I don't know," You confess, and you're glad he understands it's the truth and not another half-hearted excuse. He catches the wavering in your voice and knows you're being honest with him, and he can practically feel the cartoonish crack running down his heart, splitting it in two.

"Alright," He soothes, setting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing at its tense muscles lightly, "We'll figure it out. I'll help you, okay?"

"I don't want your help," You lament, tears stinging painfully at your eyes, "You- you know everything, and I don't want to hear how many times you have to correct me. I don't want to see what I should be while being reminded that I'm not."

There's a long bout of silence where your dad's hand lingers on your shoulder, the only reminder that he's still there. It's like he's stopped breathing altogether, air caught in his throat as his brain tries coming up with a solution.

"I don't want you to be like me." He confesses, and the tears stay in place at the corners of your eyes, waiting for a cue to fall.

"I'm... It was hard growing up and being different. It's hard now being different. Morgan still scoffs whenever I talk too much, and we've been friends for years. JJ cuts me off every time I go on a tangent. People aren't nice to anyone who's different."

"But that doesn't matter," You whimper, hands flying to your face to push against your eyelids like you could squeeze your tears back inside, "You aced classes, you got into college super young, you got a high profile job, you're successful, and-"

"-and if I had to choose one thing about my life to carry over into the next, none of those would be it." Your dad cuts you off, moving to pry your hands away from your eyes. He smooths his thumbs over your eyelids, softening the sting from your aggressive touches.

"Y/N," He starts, honey-colored eyes dripping with love as he stares at you from his spot perched on your bed, "All the knowledge in the world doesn't make you happy. Knowing what chemicals are attributed to love doesn't mean you feel it. Knowing what poets have written about love doesn't mean you get to experience it for yourself. I don't want you to know everything," He explains, drying a tear with the cuff of his shirt sleeve, "I want you to be happy, to be loved. And you are smart," He promises, "-just because you don't understand the material you're getting, or you aren't doing your homework, or you're overloaded with assignments so that your grades drop doesn't mean you're not smart."

"Dad," Your face crumples, your eyes squeezing shut tight as tears drip from their corners. He guides you into his embrace with a hand on the back of your head and you let him control where your weight lands, slumping into his stomach pitifully.

He rubs down your back with his free hand, letting the one shelter your face against his button-up.

"I love you," He murmurs, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest. You press your ear into it, so your brain soaks up the words, "Even if you're having trouble memorizing the..." He peers down at your paper, "-amendments to the Constitution. Okay, well, you really should know those. We'll work on it, honey."

"Okay," You can't help the weak laugh that shakes your shoulders at his reaction, and he smiles sweetly down at you when you break away, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes that are twinkling with fondness instead.

"Now," He pats your back, straightening up from where he'd been slightly hunched over to rub soothing circles into the fabric of your shirt, "Let's talk about how you're encouraging Penelope to commit cyber crimes for you."

"Uh," You grimace, glancing back quickly at your revision sheet, "I plead the... fifth?"

"That's-" Spencer looks away, biting his lip to conceal his laugh, "That's good. That's bad, don't do that. But that's good. You know number five. That's a start."

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dad!spencer has taken me hold omg

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[the-guilty-writer]

LOVE LOVE LOVEEE SPENCERS DAUGHTER WITH POTS!!! could I request more pretty please 🙏🙏

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader with POTS

Most people thought that dysautonomia was just your heart rate rising and falling at rapid rates and the occasional syncope, but it was far more than that.

Today, it was the brain fog that was giving you the most trouble. Your thoughts were hazy and slow, as was your vision. The sensation itself wasn't just annoying, but had reached the level of being borderline painful. To make things worse, you had homework to finish and a clouded mind wasn't ideal when learning pre-calculus.

Your dad sat in the large leather chair in the corner, rapidly reading a book in a language you recognized as Russian. Normally, Spencer got lost in his reading, but he couldn't ignore the long, drawn-out groan coming from the direction of the kitchen table.

You had placed your arms on the table to cushion your head, hiding your face from his view. All around you were papers with problems that would have been complex for the average person, but were nothing more than simple mental math for your genius father.

He set his book down and made his way over to you, setting a gentle hand on your shoulder once he reached you.

"Do you need help?" he asked kindly.

"You already explained it to me earlier today," you said, voice muffled by your arms. Your brain fog was normally intermittent, but this week it had been persistent. It made retaining information difficult. When you got home from school, your dad helped you with your studies - explaining things again, sometimes at a slower rate, with breaks in between to rest and recharge. It was normally very helpful in ensuring you didn't get too far behind, but your brain seemed to be too full of fog to make room for any new information.

"Why don't you take an early bed time?" Spencer suggested. "You probably need it."

"This is due tomorrow morning." If you had the energy to cry, you might have, but even shedding tears was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Spencer looked down at the papers scattered about the table. It was obvious to him that you'd been trying and you understood the work. Nothing was wrong with you; the brain fog was getting in the way of execution.

He kissed the top of your head gently. "Don't worry about it. I'll write you a note."

"Are you sure?" you looked up at him with exhausted eyes.

"I'm sure." Your dad helped you get out of your chair and to your bedroom, giving you a tight hug before saying goodnight.

He scrolled a note on a piece of paper, explaining the situation to your teacher, and leaving his number in case they had any questions. Even though Your dad valued academics, he valued your health and happiness far more.

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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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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

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

[alyswritings]

Softball Game

Request: Hii! If I could request something? I was wondering if u could do spencer reid x child reader (like 3 or 4) in the episode were spencer plays baseball (season 8, episode 6)?? Also I love Ur work, it's like I can't stop reading it Ur really talented 😊

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N at the softball game (season 8, episode 6)

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Spencer holds Y/N's hand as they walk up to the fence of the baseball field where the teams are warming up.

"Oh, get out of here." Derek says when he notices them. Spencer waves. "Hey, pretty boy." He runs over.

"Uncle Derek!" Y/N grins.

"Hey, baby genius." Derek waves at her.

"Hey." Spencer says.

"You made it." Derek says. "I like that. You bring your glove."

"Glove? I don't own shorts." Spencer says.

"Okay, don't even worry about it, kid. I got an extra one." Derek says. "Dice's wife?" Spencer nods. "Had her baby last night. So today is your day to play second base."

"Yay! Daddy play!" Y/N grins, shaking Spencer's hand around.

"Wait, what?" Spencer immediately panics.

"Uh-huh." Derek nods.

"I can't play second base."

"Oh, yes, you can, and yeah, you're gonna. No such thing as "can't," kid." Derek says.

"Go team!" They all turn at the cheering to see the rest of the team walking up.

"Oh-- what are you guys doing here?" Spencer asks.

"Oh, we were not gonna miss this for the world." JJ states.

"Great day for it." Hotch comments.

"Awesome." Spencer mutters.

"So the secret service, huh?" Blake asks.

"Yeah, yeah. We haven't beat these chumps in five years." Derek says.

"They've got nothing to do but practice." Rossi remarks.

"And party." Penelope adds, putting a baseball cap on Spencer's head, getting cheers and exclamations from the others.

- - -

Y/N is sitting between Penelope and Henry as Derek goes up to the plate. The pitcher throws the ball and Derek hits it, everybody cheering.

Spencer goes up to the plate as the team yells out encouragements.

"Go, daddy!" He hears Y/N shout. His heart warms at her encouragement, but his nerves spike knowing she'll have to watch her dad look like a loser.

The pitcher throws the ball, but Spencer misses it.

"Strike one!"

"Strike two!"

"Strike three!"

The team yell out encouragements.

"Daddy kind of stinks." Y/N says to Penelope.

"But we love and support him anyway. He'll get it." Penelope assures.

- - -

Derek hits the ball and runs off. Spencer goes up to the plate.

"Hey, this guy can't hit! Bring it in!" One of the guys from the secret service team yell out.

"Meanie!" Y/N screams, Penelope immediately covering her mouth.

"Time out, time out!" Derek calls. "Time out!" He runs over to Spencer. Derek talks to Spencer for a couple of minutes before running back to his previous position and Spencer gets ready.

"Go, daddy!" Y/N shouts as the team yell out other encouragements.

The pitcher throws the ball, Spencer missing.

"Strike one!"

"Strike two!"

"This guy's got nothing!" A secret service guy yells.

Y/N's mouth opens to call him a meanie, but Penelope covers her mouth.

"Time and place, sweetheart." Penelope says.

The pitcher throws the ball and Spencer hits it.

The team cheer and yell at him to run. Spencer takes off, running around the field.

"Go, daddy!" Y/N yells.

Spencer collides onto home base, Derek cheering him on. He helps Spencer up, hugging him. The team cheer as the softball team lifts Spencer up.

When they get off the field, Spencer and Derek go over to the team who congratulate them.

"Daddy!" Y/N cheers, grinning and holding her arms up.

"Hey!" Spencer picks her up.

"You did geat." Y/N states.

"Thank you." Spencer says, letting out a soft laugh and he kisses her on the cheek.

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The Village it Takes 

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief.

wc; 1.0k [ part two ]

When Cameron Marie Reid was born she changed you and Spencer’s life. She was everything and more to the both of you. There was no doubt in your mind that Spencer would be an amazing father despite how much he’d beat himself down. 

Wondering if he’ll mess her up with his ‘fucked up genes’. You constantly reassured him that the little bean would love him unconditionally no matter what. 

Proving you right from the moment they laid her on your chest, looking at Spencer you seen everything fall into place. He held, sang, and swayed with her for hours giving you applme time to rest the day she was born. 

Weeks after the delivery you all were finally settled in. Life was back on track, Spencer was back to work, Ronnie was better than ever, you couldn’t have asked for anything else. 

Overtime Spencer and Ronnie grew closer, being your favorite father-daughter pair. You had seen Spencer do things you never thought he would. 

Running around with her, jumping in puddles, dressing up for tea parties, he did it all. Before you knew it Ronnie was going to the 6th grade. 

Spencer was very emotional, he couldn’t believe his little girl was in middle school. She was a perfect mix of the both of you. Having his hair and height but your nose and eyes. Somehow people still thought she favored him more. 

Her first day of middle school was an emotional time for the household. More so Spencer, he knew plenty of statistics about everything that could go wrong. He never always hoped those things would happened but it still hunted him. With his job he’s seen the worse of the worse. 

Spencer dropped her off for what you thought would be a great school year until it wasn’t. It was okay for months in, Ronnie was perfect, she had friends, amazing grades, and she felt good. You hated you had to do this, pulling her out of her life and turning it upside down. 

All you knew was that Spencer was in the hospital, and it didn’t look good according to Hotch . You were a mess, you couldn’t even imagine life without him. You didn’t know how to breathe without him let alone raise a child. 

You wiped your tears and negative thoughts off as you seen Ronnie exit the school. She was okay, smiling, and laughing, how do I do this? You asked yourself you were pulled out of your thoughts by your daughter. 

“Hey mama!” She said hopping in and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Todays was by far the best day, we did so much today, I have to tell you and dad about it togeth—-“

She stopped abruptly and looked at you, noticing the hurt and worry in your face. She could see the dried up tears only causing her heart to pound. 

You glanced over quickly, ‘shit’ you said to yourself, you thought you pulled it together better than you did.

“Are you okay mom?” She asked you with genuine concern just like her dad would. 

“Yeah honey, but there’s something I need to tell you, your dads in the hospital Ron.” You had to rip the bandaid off. This moment was one of the worse for you. Spencer had talked to you about what to do if he ended up in the hospital and how he wanted Ronnie to know immediately.

“He’s gonna be okay though?” She looked up at you like you had all the answers but you didn’t. Spencer knew all this, how to keep you both calm, and the right thing to say. 

“I hope baby” you pulled her in and kissed her temple, heading to the hospital in silence. When you arrived you hopped out the car and headed toward the building. 

“Spencer Reid” you asked the front desk and she gave you a floor number and directed you toward the elevator with Ronnie trailing behind. When you reached you the floor it was cold like you were in an ice box. 

“Can I go to the vending machine?” Your 11 year old asked, you nodded yes seeing it wasn’t to far from where you were going. You slipped into the waiting room causing everyone’s eyes to turn to you. Penelope face was stained red along with the rest of them. You couldn’t even keep eye contact with anyone for long 

“Any updates?” you asked openly not caring who answers. All you knew is that the love of your life was in there because of some sadstic serial killer that had an obsession with the BAU.

“Not yet but they should have one shortly” Rossi said rubbing your back and passing you a water. You stared at the door waiting for any news on him. JJ pushed through the doors causing the entire room to stand.

He never made it off the table 

Your world crashed, your heart dropped, and the pain settles in. You almost fell to your knees, a painful sob escaped your mouth. Luke holding your body weight the best way he could. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard her. 

“Mama?” You turned to see your daughter with big tears from in her eyes. 

“Wh—where’s dad? Where’s my dad?” She asked as you walked over getting on your knees eye-level with her. 

“Auntie J? Auntie Em?” By the look on your faces she knew her dad was gone. 

“He — he’s gone baby, your dads gone.” You continued to cry with the team watching by with broken hearts. 

“No! He isn’t gone, I just seen him this morning” She yelled causing everyone jump, you tried grabbing her but you were to weak to stand

“Uncle Aaron? Please tell me it’s not true.” 

Aaron stood silently unable to answer Cameron, a tear fell from his face with no answer.

“I want my daddy! Please mama I want to see him!” She was scream crying falling on to the floor, you held your baby girl tight, wishing you could take this all away. You wanted to take her pain, you hated that she had to feel this. It took Rossi and Luke to help get Ronnie off the floor, her father was her everything. 

[ravensinthedaylight]

Reid!Reader: Pick a card, any card.

Pentiss!Reader: Fine.

Reid!Reader: Wait, that's my dad's credit card! He'll kill me if I don't give it back!

Prentiss!Reader: You said any card, no take backs!

[rachaelswrites]

Fight

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 935

Requested By: Anonymous

Heyy Can you write a spencer reid x daughter reader where she’s in junior year of high school and gets into a physical fight with another girl

A/N: Thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Spencer in sooo long!

Warnings: Mentions of a fight

Your dad had drilled into your head that your junior year of high school was almost as important as your senior year. This is where things started to count and you had to make sure to keep up your grades, do as many extracurriculars, and not get into any trouble. College was important to your dad and he didn’t want you to do anything to mess up your chances of getting into a good school. You had been on track for most of the year but after winter break, things started to change slightly. 

You began having issues with a few of your teachers which in turn caused some issues with your grades. When your grades started to slip, it seemed to upset you and you started to get into disagreements with classmates. You were slowly losing your spot as the smartest person in class to another girl, which you were not a fan of. To make matters worse, it felt like your teachers started to purposely pair you up for projects or pit the two of you together to make the feud grow. You tried to ignore her the best you could but it didn’t work.

~~~~~

You were in the library and Rowan, the girl you were competing with, showed up, “Getting a head start on the essay?” she asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Never hurts to finish early,” you mumbled, hoping she would take a hint and leave you alone.

She didn’t and she leaned over your shoulder to look at your computer screen, “Hmm,” she said, raising her eyebrow up in confusion. She was trying to sike you out.

“What?” you asked, quickly getting annoyed by her.

She shook her head, “Oh nothing. I just didn’t interrupt the essay the way you are. I guess we’ll see who’s right in a week.”

“Can you just leave me alone,” you snapped, “Go work on your own paper elsewhere.”

She shrugged and stood up. As she pushed in her chair and walked away, she bumped into you, making you drop the papers in your hand onto the floor. Sick and tired of her, you sprung from your chair and threw a notebook at her. She turned around and threw it back.

In a few short minutes, the library assistant came and separated the two of you. She walked you both to the office. You were sent to the nurse to get your small injuries taken care of while she was sent to the principal to give her side of the story. Both your parents were already called and you knew your dad would be furious with you. He had told you time and time again to just ignore Rowan before something major happened but you didn’t listen. You would never hear the end of this from him.

~~~~~

When Spencer got the call from your school about what happened, he was furious, like you expected. He told Emily what happened and she let him leave to go deal with you. He got to the school as you were in the principal's office telling him what happened.

“I told her to leave me alone and she didn’t,” you explained.

“So you threw a book at her?” he asked you.

“Well she bumped into me, making me drop what I was holding. It was on purpose.”

“Do you know that for sure?” he asked again. While he didn’t want to get his two best students in trouble for fighting, he needed to get to the bottom of what actually happened. The two of you were both telling different stories.

“I’m not a hundred percent certain but she had enough room to not have to bump into me. So I’m like ninety percent sure it was on purpose,” you said, glancing out the window. You spotted your dad and he was not looking happy.

“Alright then,” he said, “I’m suspending both of you for the rest of the week and a week's worth of lunch detentions afterwards.”

You nodded, knowing he could have been a lot harder on you so you left the office and went to your dad. He had already signed you out so when he saw you, he started walking out of the building.

You followed closely behind and tried to get him to stop, “Dad I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for us to get into a fight,” you said, trying hard to keep up with him.

“Y/n, I told you multiple times to ignore her because I was worried something like this would happen and what do you know? I was right,” he snapped.

“I said I didn’t mean to,” you repeated, “I’m sorry.”

“I heard you,” he said harshly, “But sorry doesn’t fix all of this. You now have a record of fighting and being argumentative with peers and teachers. You think colleges are going to see that and want you?”

You shrugged, “Probably not.”

Spencer sighed, not wanting to deal with this situation right now. The team was in the middle of a case that was proving to be difficult, “I have to go back to work so you’re going to take the train home and get all your work done and once I get home, we’ll talk about this more.”

“Okay,” you said, deciding to not say anything more that would make him more angry, “I’ll see you later then.”

You walked away from him and he followed behind you from a distance. He had to take a separate train back to work so he made sure you were safely on yours before he got on to his.

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Being Reid!daugter could actually fix me and I’m not lying.

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Hypothetically Sick

(A/N): This one sat in my drafts for over a month, I started it before the request came, bc it was inspired by me, getting hypothetical sick during finals

Summary: Spencer's daughter is trying to hide her cold while studying for her finals. How long will it take for him to find out?

Warnings: Mentions of medications, don't overwork yourselves, it's never worth it!

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

Being an overachiever and unable to admit to yourself that you need a break is not a good mix. And still, (Y/N) tries to power through it.

What is she even trying to “power through”? Well, she caught the common cold in the middle of her finals and the preparation for those finals.

Or as she tells herself: “I’m only hypothetically sick. If I was to be sick, I would tell Dad and take a break. But I’m not, so everything is fine.” As she says that, she slowly sips ginger tea from her favorite mug (an R2-D2 print) and sniffles, all the while her eyes are glued to the flashcards in front of her.

Being stuck in a tunnel vision of deep concentration, she doesn’t hear the front door open and close again. Or the footsteps coming into her direction. It takes a loud knocking at the door to get her out of her focus.

“(Y/N)? May I come in?” Spencer asks his daughter with excitement in his voice. In a moment of panic, because the teen definitely is planning on keeping her hypothetical cold from him, she downs the hot tea and cramps everything that can be associated with sickness under her bed. After that she quickly throws her blanket over it, hiding the gap.

“Yes!” She answers finally, trying to keep the gruff out of her voice. Immediately Spencer opens the door, his smile so big, it would be a circle if he didn't have any ears.

“Look what I found!” He exclaims and sits down next to his daughter on the floor, practically throwing the book he had in his hands into her lap. Before (Y/N) is able to cast a glance onto it, the father explains his emotions.

“It’s the book you told me about and I finally found it! We had a bit of spare time before the jet was ready to fly back to DC so I went to this little book store I had been eyeing for a while. While I cluelessly looked around, it practically sprung onto me! I immediately checked it out and the person at the register told me it’s a really good read. I’m so happy I found it there, because my next step would have been an online search, because you seemed so intrigued by this book and you are studying so hard that I wanted to find something that will make you happ-”

His sentence is cut off by (Y/N) throwing herself into his arms. “Thank you,” She sniffles into the crook of his neck. “You don’t know how much I needed this.” With a concerning look on his face, which the teen obviously can’t see, Spencer pets her back.

“You are welcome, Sweetheart. How does a break sound? I’m sure you took the majority of the day to study. Maybe we can go to the park and have a little picnic and read our books? Doesn’t this sound amazing?” His overly fake enthusiasm is something that reminds him from the time (Y/N) was still a toddler and Spencer had to try and make certain foods sound like they are the best thing you can taste on earth. Just like him, his daughter turned out to be a picky eater.

She looks down at the books and notes strewn over her bedroom floor, seemingly calculating on how long of a break she is able to take. This is what it looks like to Spencer at least.

In reality (Y/N) is unsure if she is able to hide her hypothetical cold from her father, if they do something together for more than ten minutes. You can only so long suppress a cough, trust her, she tried in class the other day. In the end the teacher sent her outside to get some fresh air, because her head turned bright red.

“Uhm, Dad. Actually, can we do that as a little celebratory thing when I’m done with all of this? After the finals?” At that moment she feels her throat closing up again, a tell-tale sign for another cough attack.

Spencer is too engrossed in trying to persuade her to go with him. He knows how much of a workaholic his child is. This is why he needs to watch over her in times like these, when school is extra demanding, with even more care. Overworking yourself isn’t fun. Especially Spencer knows that.

So he puts on his best puppy dog eyes. “Sweetheart, please consider it again. We have nice breezy weather. Not too hot that you’ll sweat, not too cold that you need more than a light jacket. And-and we can make a cool fruit basket and get those candies you like so much. We can read together and tell each other about our books.”

This whole offer does sound like heaven. Spending some good quality time with her father is something the teen has been craving for a bit now. But this cold and the continuous sleep deprivation she has taken herself under in order to get more study time in has worn (Y/N) down. Also, not only her throat is closing up, her nose starts to tickle too. On top of that it seems like Spencer finally starts to see through her facade.

“Really Dad,” She croaks out, “I don’t feel like going out today. Maybe we can do this another time. I can finish up here and we can watch a movie or do something else.” (Y/N) hopes to be able to catch some sleep while watching anything with her father and be able to do another study session after that, being more rested and all.

The father raises his eyebrows, having taken the time in that his daughter spoke and observed the way she is holding herself. Without any explanation he presses his lips onto her forehead. Reading this as a form of showing his affection, (Y/N) leans into his touch. After pulling away, Spencer looks at her with an expression of mixed emotions.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you just tell me that you are sick? You are practically burning alive! Were you scared that I would start hovering again or did- You did it because you don’t want me to make you stop doing this and start looking after yourself, didn’t you?” His head jerks into the direction of all the school material laying on the floor.

Sheepishly she looks down onto her hands. “I just want to do well on my finals. They count into my final grades. Also, I told myself I’m only hypothetically sick.” He takes her hands, making her look up at him. “Sweetheart, you can always retake a final. But you usually don’t get a second try at your own health. You need to learn to prioritize it. And if not for your sake, do it for your father’s. I don’t want to worry about you, when something like this can be easily avoided.” She nods shyly, knowing that trying to keep a facade up makes him more worried than being actually sick.

A sneeze attack ends the little moment the two had between them. “Ok, let’s get you situated on the couch. Then I’ll fetch your mug and medicine from under the bed and make you a new cup of tea and give you something stronger and more fitting for your hypothetical symptoms,.” Spencer helps her get up before gathering her blanket and pillow.

“How do you know about the stuff under my bed?” (Y/N) croaks out while slowly making her way to the living room with her father in tow.

Spencer smiles softly at her, tucking his daughter in after she lays down on the couch. “Sweetheart, I may get old, but I’m your father and a profiler. Reading you is something I have had to do since you were born.” The teen mumbles something that sounds like a “fair enough” while turning the tv on.

A couple minutes later the small family has cozied up on the couch, working on the watch list they curated together for occasions like this.

Being bundled up like that, in the arms of her father, it doesn’t take (Y/N) long to drift off. And Spencer also doesn’t need much longer until he follows her into dreamland.

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[ddejavvu]

heyy ik im late for multiverse monday but can i get a dad!spence taking care of his sick daughter even tho she decline that she's sick? thanks

"Come on," Spencer pleaded, "You have to take it!"

"I'm not sick!" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest stubbornly, "You tell me all the time, if you take over the counter meds when you don't need them, it could cause what you're trying to prevent."

"This is an airborne," Spencer raised an eyebrow at you, "It's harmless. And you are sick, you've been coughing up a lung for thirty minutes now."

"Dad," You let your lower lip quiver slightly, "I don't want to take it, it's gross. I'll be better soon, I'll rest a lot!"

"You will be better soon," He nodded, holding the cup out for you once more, "Because you'll take your meds and rest a lot."

"I'm not taking it." You shook your head, refusing to take the cup from his hands.

"If you don't take this medicine," Your dad's voice turned stern, though you knew it was out of love and not annoyance, "I'll never let you catsit for Emily again."

Your mouth fell open in indignant horror, "Dad! How could you?!"

"Take your medicine." He smirked, setting the cup down on your nightstand, patting your shoulder gently, "And feel better, pumpkin."

[marie-swriting]

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[the-guilty-writer]

hi i'd like to request spence being proud of his neurodivergent daughter after she gets a good grade on a difficult project :))

He'd be so proud

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Spencer's body ached and his million-mile-an-hour mind was actually beginning to tire by the time he got home that night. The case hadn't been particularly difficult, but it had been fast-paced and sleepless. He was grateful the only thing standing between himself and his apartment was the door.

He unlocked it quietly, aware that you could possibly be asleep. The hour was late, and on school days you were often more fatigued than normal. Unlike Spencer, you didn't always thrive in school. The teaching style didn't catch in your brain, often leading to frustration and tears. Your dad could usually explain things better to you than a teacher could, but he couldn't make up for all the difficulties you faced.

You were on the couch, covered in a soft blanket. Spencer didn't find this unusual. There were many times he had come home to find that you tried and failed to stay up to greet him. However, this time you had succeeded in your endeavor of being awake when he walked through the door.

"Dad!" you jumped up from the couch as soon as he walked in, barreling toward him for a hug.

Though surprised, he caught you in his arms and wrapped you in a tight embrace. The feeling of holding you after such a long day was refreshing - it was hopeful.

"Dad, guess what?" You beamed up at him with a smile brighter than a star.

Spencer's worries dissipated in it's light.

"What?" he asked, matching your enthusiasm.

You held up a paper that he recognized instantly - the rubric for a project you'd slaved over for weeks. It had been a difficult assignment in the first place and your academic challenges only made it more strenuous. Blood, sweat, and many tears had gone into getting it completed to the best of your abilities. Apparently it had paid off.

The grade marked at the bottom of the paper was an A.

"Oh my gosh!" Excitement ran through every cell in Spencer's body. Your giggle made his heart swell with joy.

He engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you so tight he was afraid he may have crushed you. "I'm so proud of you."

You pulled away and he saw your face. A look of fulfillment showered your features, a satisfaction he'd never seen from you before.

"I'm so proud of me, too."

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi, can you do a Spencer Reid x daughter!reader. She has ADHD and she's been hyper focused on her work. She hasn't had a break, so Spence has to force her to have a break/rest. They watch the doctor who for the rest of the night, maybe? Thank you, if you do write this! xx

Spencer Reid X Teen ADHD daughter reader

Request : Hey can you do a Spencer Reid x daughter!reader. She has ADHD and she's been hyper focused on her work. She hasn't had a break, so Spence has to force her to have a break/rest. They watch the doctor who for the rest of the night, maybe?

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid had always been an amazing father. While he was often focused on his work as an agent with the BAU, he had plenty of time and energy left over to devote to his daughter Y/N but lately, Spencer had noticed something different in his daughter's behavior.

The teen had been more focused on her schoolwork than ever before, and he could see that it was taking a toll on her. She had been snapping more than usual at him and it felt like there had been a heavy weight in the Reid household.

Currently he was on his way out the door to work but took a detour to his daughters room, rhe man poked his head into his daughters room to say goodbye when he saw how tired she was, the teen had passed out at her desk.

Her usual happy smiling face full of life now looks like a corpse he sees while on a case, she had large purple bags under her eyes body slouched, her books stacked left and right with notebooks and pens out, she had about 6 empty cups sitting around her.

Spencers heart pains at the state his daughter was in, tiptoeing the Agent wlaks over to his sleeping daughter grabs a blanket from her made bed and gently drapes it over her slumped shoulders.

He then kissed her head and walked out of the room, he had to do something to get her to relax from her studies, as proud as he was he wanted her to be healthy.

He knew she hadn't been sleeping, currently she was studying for the entrance exams for medical school, since she was young Y/N wanted to help people like her dad.

Of course Spencer knew she could do it but you always need a break even he does sometimes, with Y/N on his mind the Agent leaves the house and gets to work.

He sighs as he puts his bag down on his chair hoping the case is local this time, the man then slouched in his chair, behind him his team watch their resident Genius.

JJ, Derek and Emily all shared concerned looks, Spencer wasn't usually that tired or sighed that loud when he gets to work, so it must of been something not work related.

Not even 5 minutes later Derek, Emily and JJ are surrounding his desk, Derek puts his arm on Spencers chair making the man look up at his team, Emily stands in front while JJ stands behind next to Derek.

"Hey guys" he says, this gets a worried look from JJ while Emily and Derek watched.

"Okay what's up Spence you look depressed" Says JJ asking thr question they all wanted to know, Derek shakes Spences shoudlers and the man answers her.

"It's Y/N" he mutters, Emily then slams her hand on the table. "Hold up what about N/N is my god daughter okay!" She exclaims making the Dad laugh.

It was a happy lesson laugh more like he a he exhaled than a laugh, but still it got the attention of thr others.

Of course his daughter was loved amongst the team. "You know she's been busy studying for her exams to get into medical school" he says the guys nod their heads.

"Well im worried, she hasn't been her self lately, she's been snapping at me, and spends every second studying not sleeping, this morning I saw her passed out she looked like a corpse, what do I do?" He says voice in pain at the state of his daughter.

JJ, Emily and Derek all give the young man sympathetic looks as he pours out everything that he's bottled up for weeks. JJ then puts a hand on his shoulder making the genius look up.

"Well Spence, you could do something together that you both love,that might get Y/N to relax" says JJ, suddenly the man is sitting up.

"That's a great idea JJ!" He exclaims smiling larger than ever, suddenly Hotch can be heard from the round table. "We've got a case!" Yells Boss man, the four agent then get ready to leave.

Once the case was solved Spencer had a plan, it was the weekend and he didn't have work so he decided to set up a movie weekend.

He and Y/N would watch Dr who together as it was their favourite show to watch since Y/N was a baby, they always had fun rewatching it and jsut having fun like a normal father and daughter.

That Saturday morning he set his paln in to action, the genius had coaxed Y/N to take a break from her studies, and he had a surprise lined up.

He and Y/N had both always been Doctor Who fans, and he proposed a warm and cozy night in watching the show together.

At first, Y/N seemed too tired to focus on anything besides her work. But as the show went on, Spencer could see the tension slowly starting to diminish from his daughter's face.

By the end, Y/N looked more relaxed than she had in weeks. They even ended up having a lively discussion about the plot points and character arcs as they finished the episode.

After that night, Spencer tried to make it a point to have more fun, family-oriented activities with his daughter. Even if it was hard to pull her away from her studies, forcing her to take a break and enjoy Doctor Who together was the perfect reminder that even overwhelmed students need a little break.

Once that fun weekend was over Y/N was alot more relaxed and let her Dad help her study for the exams, he always made her get more sleep and have fun with him, now they always have a daily weekend movie marathon if Spencer does have a case.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot!

Request are open!

Word count: 1052