#spencer reid x magic!gn!reader

[pathologicalreid]

next of kin | S.R.

disaster strikes and you and Spencer try to take custody of your younger sister

part two

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: actually might be gn! but i'm too scared to say it is. death, orphan-ing, funerals, child custody issues, blood, general cm violence, like actually an abhorrent amount of death. sorry i killed your parents for the sake of my fanfiction can we still be friends? word count: 3.33k a/n: this is the fic that this post is about. i am in fact my own worst enemy. i hope y'all like it actually genuinely i am most definitely overthinking this. if your name is maya im sorry that sucks.

“What did your parents say?” Spencer asked, walking into the conference room that the local precinct had offered to you.

You had been staring blankly at your phone since you got off the call with your mother, “Uh, they said thanks, but no thanks.”

The uneasy feeling had settled in your stomach as soon as you found out the team was being called to your hometown, and you had been nauseous ever since you found out the UnSub’s pattern.

Married couples with an older child who had moved out and a younger child who was still at home.

Your little sister was a surprise, you had incorrectly assumed your parents were done having kids.

Until today, you wouldn’t have traded Maya for the world, but now you sat in fear of your family being targeted by a serial killer. Hotch had offered them a protective detail, but they declined. Self-righteous as they were, they told you it wouldn’t feel right for them to accept help that couldn’t be offered to everyone.

Clenching your jaw, you stood at the table, “I’ll go by later and check in on them.”

Spencer had met your family twice by now. Last Christmas he had tagged along to meet them and celebrate with your family before the two of you spent New Year’s with his mom. Then, while your sister was on Spring Break, they flew out to Virginia, and you and Spencer had shown your family around Quantico and the District.

Maya had loved Spencer, partially because you loved him, but mostly because of his magic tricks.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, stepping up next to you and placing a hand on the small of your back.

You sighed and shook your head, “No, not if you’re needed here.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling softly, “Thank you for offering, Spence.”

He nodded affirmatively, “If you change your mind,” he offered. Gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before the two of you returned to the rest of the team.

The fact that your parents lived only five minutes from the police station gave you some relief, but you still felt tightly wound. Everyone had noticed. You just needed this case to be over.

The porch lights were on when you got there, and you used your house key – which you had never taken off of your keychain - to open the front door. “Hey, kiddo,” your dad greeted from the couch. A peek into the kitchen showed you that your mom was wiping down the counters. It all felt so eerily normal.

It was dark by the time you had gotten there. Maya was already asleep, but you tip-toed into her room anyway and kissed her goodnight before going back downstairs. Once you had hugged both of your parents and told them you loved them, you made your way back to the police precinct.

By nearly three in the morning, there was no new information, and the team was starting to consider calling it a night until the police chief got a call.

“We just got a call. Lady reported shouts coming from her neighbor’s house at 86 Meadowbrook,” he informed you, putting his hands on his hips and looking around at the team.

None of them even spared him a returning glance, everyone’s eyes were on you.

Blinking rapidly, you nodded assuredly, “I have to go get Maya.” You didn’t even recognize your voice even as you said it. It couldn’t have been your voice. That was the rasp of someone far away from you.

All of the other voices around you were muffled, you couldn’t hear what people were telling you, let alone understand them.

Maya. Maya. Maya.

Brown eyes. There they were, right in front of your face. “Let’s go get her,” Spencer whispered.

You had been speaking out loud. Repeating your sister’s name like a prayer without even realizing it.

Hotch let you go with them, but he made it abundantly clear to you – and the rest of the team – that you weren’t working this case anymore.

Surrounded by reverent voices in an SUV, JJ drove while Spencer stayed in the back with you. He held your hand tightly in his.

The house was closed off with police tape. Bright yellow plastic fluttered in the wind as you watched your team and other emergency personnel enter and exit. At your insistence, Spencer went in to get Maya, it felt like it had been hours before he walked out, carrying her in his arms.

Carefully, he brought her to you, and you pulled her close to your chest, blocking her eyesight as two body bags were brought out of the house.

You didn’t hear anything after that. You just let yourself be moved to wherever you needed to be, holding your kid sister as she cried for your parents.

They had to take their bodies to the hospital even though they were already gone, and you needed to be the one to confirm their identities. Spencer stayed with Maya while you were busy. She had cried herself to the point of exhaustion, you were grateful that she was sleeping, and then you felt cruel.

By sunrise, she was still asleep, and you had been set up in that same conference room from earlier. Sitting across from you was a social worker, a representative of the state. Your lips had parted in shock as you looked at her, “What do you mean they denied my request?”

In an attempt to be helpful, JJ worked with you to file an emergency request for custody of Maya, and the case worker had just told you that the request was denied. “The state doesn’t believe your request is valid,” she told you.

Your mouth went dry, “I don’t…” you glanced over at your little sister. “Our parents were murdered last night, and they won’t let me take custody of my sister?” You asked indignantly, peering at the social worker. It wasn’t her fault, somewhere in your grief-ridden brain you knew that, but you couldn’t help the feeling that she was somehow your enemy.

“They don’t believe you can provide her with a stable living environment,” the social worker, Brittany, explained.

Narrowing your eyes, you responded, “A stable living environment like a foster home? I’m her sister. We’re family – the only family each other has left.” You stood up, excusing yourself for a moment before walking out of the precinct. Once you were outside, you promptly hurled into the bushes.

That was how he found you, to the side of the building with your hair haphazardly moved out of your face, dry heaving into the shrubbery. Gently, Spencer placed a hand on your back before starting to rub small circles on your back, “You should eat something, love.”

You just shook your head in response, you weren’t hungry. “They won’t let me take her,” you whispered morosely, straightening up, you kept your back facing him.

“What?” He asked, his hand abruptly stopping its movement on your back.

Taking a deep breath and sitting on the curb, you looked up at Spencer. “The state thinks I’m not stable enough to take her in,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.

Your boyfriend crouched down so that he could sit next to you, “Are you going to challenge it?”

“Of course I am,” you cried. “But what happens to her in the interim, Spence? She gets placed with whatever foster home here and I go back to Virginia? I see her when the family court resolves this in two years?”

Treading carefully, Spencer cleared his throat, “What are you going to do?”

Defeated, you shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m…” your voice trailed off. “My parents are dead, Spencer,” you murmured softly, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, “I know, darling. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t think I can do this alone,” you whispered, leaning gently into him.

Spencer turned to kiss your temple, “It’s a good thing you’re not alone then. I’m not going anywhere.” He waited for a moment before continuing, “Give me something to do. Give me a job to take off of your shoulders.”

In the end, you let Spencer take over funeral planning. He thanked you for trusting him before the both of you went back into the precinct.

You had just hung up with a family lawyer who had offered to take your case, letting your phone drop to the floor, you let your arms hang at your side. Someone had taken Maya to get breakfast while you spoke with the lawyer.

At the sound of the phone falling to the floor, Spencer stepped into the conference room, letting the door click shut before him. “Hey, what did he say?”

Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, you took in a deep breath, “Um, he said he’d be willing to take the case if I could put together a case plan to present before the judge.”

Before that phone call, you didn’t know what a case plan was, you could’ve gone your whole life without knowing what a case plan was.

“I need a year-long plan for how I’m going to prepare to have Maya in my custody, but he said a year is the best he can do,” you said, staring blankly at the wall ahead of you. “A year?” You whispered aimlessly, “I’m not waiting a fucking year to take custody of her. I have to take her home, Spence. I have to.” It wasn’t your intention to snipe at him, but you felt like you couldn’t help yourself.

The events of the last twelve hours threatened to take you down, but you had to stay strong for Maya.  

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at Spencer, “Why is it that every time I convince myself that it’s going to be okay, I get tossed to the ground again?” You asked him.

Maybe because you weren’t fully convinced. Maybe it was because it had only been seven hours. You needed to remind yourself of that.

“She’s a ward of the state?” Spencer asked for clarification, holding you tightly.

Nodding absentmindedly, you rested your head on his shoulder as he swayed gently. “She can stay with me until after the funeral, and after that, she has to go with the social worker.”

The sad look on Spencer’s face told you that he was running out of ideas, and you were coming to the very same conclusion. “We could get married,” he offered.

“Stop, Spence,” you said, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe this was where he was going.

He shrugged helplessly, “I’m serious, Y/N. If we get married, they might think we’re stable, as a couple. They might give us custody.”

Your shoulders slumped, “I don’t want to get married just to get custody of my sister.” It certainly wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Spencer, just not like this.

He nodded understandingly, “I know, but I’m just saying. If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.” Placing a comforting hand on your knee, the two of you sat in silence for a moment. “Do you have any ideas?” He asked you carefully.

Looking through the blinds of the conference room, you saw the rest of the team coming back to the precinct. Setting your jaw, you nodded, “I might.”

Opening the door, you had Maya go in with Spencer while you approached your Unit Chief. “Hey,” Hotch said, a glint of sympathy in his eyes. “How are you holding up?” He pulled you away from the people, wanting to give you privacy.

This wasn’t fair, they were still working on an active case. A case that was disturbingly close to you, and yet, you felt you were out of options. “I need a favor,” you blurted to him, wringing your hands. Your nervous energy made it impossible for you to stay still.

Hotch nodded, “What do you need?” He asked, studying your composure with the eye of a profiler.

You took a deep breath, “I was… I need you to call in a favor with someone. Anyone, really. The state won’t let me take custody of Maya, but I can’t let her become a ward of the state. Not when I’m right here, ready, willing, and able to take her.”

“Okay,” he responded, not even pausing to think about it.

Taken aback, you looked at him curiously, “I- that’s it? I had groveling prepared.”

He nodded almost imperceptibly as if he was trying to tell you it wasn’t necessary. “You’ve been a part of this team for years and not once have you ever asked for anything in return for everything you do for everyone else. This is the least I can do,” he told you.

You couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed, you tackled Hotch in a bear hug, “Thank you.” Your voice was low, “Thank you so much.”

Succinctly, Hotch hugged you back before you pulled away, “I’ll go make some calls.”

It was the smell.

The smell that you’d sensed countless times before on the job, the metallic tang of the blood. It should’ve been mostly dried by now – you supposed you were more susceptible to the scent, considering it was your parent’s blood, but it put you on high alert.

Emily had brought you by so that you could pack a bag for Maya, but you found yourself stuck on the landing. To one side, there was your childhood bedroom and Maya’s room. On the other side, there was your parent’s room.

“Y/N?” Emily called your name from downstairs, “Are you alright?”

No, you wanted to say, but you bit your tongue, scanning the house you had grown up in. “This doesn’t belong here,” you told her, glancing behind you as she made her way up the staircase.

You didn’t have gloves, so instead you pointed at the figurine that was resting on the bookshelves, a little bear facing in the direction of your parent’s bedroom door. “This is in the wrong spot?”

Nodding, your eyes followed the ceramic bear as Emily picked it up with a gloved hand. “It’s mine, it should be in my room,” you informed her. Your parents never changed anything about your childhood bedroom, not since you moved out. “It was like it was watching them,” you thought aloud.

“Do you think the UnSub did it?” She asked you gently, her voice was low but steady.

Blinking rapidly, you kept your eyes focused on the figurine, “Little Bear,” you murmured, “They called her Little Bear.”

Emily shook her head in confusion, dark hair swaying as her head moved. “Who was called Little Bear?”

Dropping the bag you had packed to the floor, you buried your face in your hands, “I should’ve seen it sooner.” The victimology, it all suddenly made sense to you. “When I was a kid, there was a family like mine. A brother who was in his twenties when his parents had another baby, a girl. They called her Little Bear.”

Realization dawned on Emily’s dark features, “Like this bear?”

You picked up the bag and started making your way back down the stairs. “Their mother made those figurines. The parents died in a fire two weeks ago – they left everything to the younger sister. It was all over the news. God, I should’ve figured it out sooner.”

“Hey,” Emily said sympathetically, “You had other things going on. None of this was your fault.” Her voice was stern, harsher than you’d ever heard her, as she pulled out her phone and called the team.

Your teammate drove, passing the police station on the way to drop you off. They left for the takedown, and you felt yourself floating into the precinct. Maya was waiting in the conference room for you, watching cartoons on someone’s laptop.

Kneeling in front of your little sister, you tapped the space bar, pausing the video. “Hey, kiddo,” you whispered, reaching over, and smoothing her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

She had cried herself to sleep earlier, and you felt like you hadn’t been around enough. Maya sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes, they were red, but not teary. “I miss mommy,” she told you, pouting slightly.

You nodded gently, moving to sit next to her before you pulled her into your lap. At six years old, she was all gangly limbs, just starting to grow into her own person. Just old enough to understand death, “I know, baby. I miss them too.”

“They wouldn’t lemme go home,” she continued, leaning her head on your shoulder. “I wanted Thumper,” she whined, sounding younger than she was.

Looking up at the light, you silently begged for your tears to go away. “I got him for you,” you told her, reaching into your bag and producing the small stuffed bunny that you had given her as a baby.

You savored the way her eyes lit up as she grabbed the stuffed animal from you.

“So, you and Thumper are gonna come to stay with me in Virginia. Do you remember going there? You said you liked it?” You kept smoothing her hair back as she held her toy.

She was silent for a moment, “Will Spencer be there?” She asked quietly.

Smiling slightly, you nodded, “He and I live together, so he’ll be there with us.” Slowly, you started rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the both of you simultaneously.

“As long as he doesn’t pull money out of my ear,” she answered succinctly, shutting her eyes as she leaned up against you.

There was approximately an hour before you watched the team return to the precinct, slowly, you laid Maya down on the couch before walking out. “It was a clean shoot,” you heard Rossi tell Morgan, and one look at the rest of them told you everything you needed to know.

The team went back to the hotel, and Spencer filled you in on the funeral arrangements he had made on your behalf. You were about to try to get some sleep when Hotch approached you and told you he needed to speak to you.

“I called a good friend of mine on your behalf, and he gave me some information. We were able to work out a plan,” he told you, sitting across from you in the hotel lobby.

You were about to tell him that a case plan wouldn’t work, but he held his hand out, telling you to wait.

He nodded before he kept going, “He was able to file an emergency request to grant you temporary custody of Maya, and it was granted.”

You felt sick to your stomach, “She’s mine?”

“Temporarily, you’ll have to take care of some formalities back in Virginia, but you have full custody of her,” he informed you. “You’re being granted family leave, and I’ve encouraged Reid to apply for it as well,” Hotch told you, reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder. “I am… I’m sorry that you’ve had to go through this but thank you for coming to me when you needed the help.”

You nodded absentmindedly, your head still whirling with the information that you had just been given. Stumbling, you walked back to your hotel room that you were sharing with Spencer and Maya.

The funeral was planned, the custody issue was solved, all there was left to do was…

“Baby?” Spencer said softly as you swung open the door, “Everyone else took Maya to get ice cream, I figured it couldn’t-“ his voice broke off at your first sob.

Everything you had held in came bursting out, all of the grief and stress and exhaustion nearly knocked your legs out from underneath you.

But Spencer was there to catch you.

part two

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons

Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

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

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

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

How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?

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

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

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

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

[reidsaurora]

"Apple Pie Proposal" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In which You and Spencer make your yearly trip to the apple orchard an official tradition.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,144

Content Warnings: heavy food references, honestly i think that might be it? lmk if i missed anything though!

Extra Notes: crappy summary as always, live laugh love 🤪

Originally Written: 10/16/2023 through 10/24/2023

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

Halloweek masterlist can be found here!

Apple cider was on your tongue, Spencer's oversized sweater was on your skin, and fall was in the air. Your stomach did somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

This was the fourth year you and Spencer had gone to the apple orchard together. Still, it never lost the same magic that it had the first time. Nothing gave you more satisfaction than spending the entire afternoon together, filling up your wicker baskets with locally grown apples, then baking the first pie of the season with them.

Many people didn't know that Spencer was quite the baker. While neither of his parents had taught him many skills in the kitchen, his Home Ec teacher had taught him how to bake up a damn good pie.

The orchard wasn't far from your shared apartment, a quaint little place just outside Mount Vernon, Virginia. Luscious trees spanned for what appeared to be miles, filled to the brim with bright green pears and apples that were every shade of red. The owners were an older couple that Gideon had known in college, whom he later introduced to Spencer and you.

After your baskets were nearly overflowing, the two of you made your way back to the car, starting the journey home, Spencer's favorite CD playing quietly as the two of you talked over it.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, insisted on you heading inside first, saying he'd grab the baskets from the car while you got started on collecting the ingredients for the pie. So, you did as asked, grabbing your apron from the hanger and getting to work.

"I think we severely overestimated the size of our pie," he chuckled as he brought in the second, heavier container of apples.

"Nonsense," you giggled from your spot at the island, where you were currently peeling and cutting the apples from the first basket. "Penelope will want a pie, Hotch will ask us to make him one for Jack, Gideon's coming over tomorrow for the football game. These apples will be gone in days."

He gave you a look of agreement, though you could see there was an unspoken emotion behind his expression. Admiration or love, you figured. And with that, Spencer was grabbing another apron, joining you at the bar and getting to work on the pie crust.

Soon, a batch of apple tartlets was in the oven, while Spencer finished up the last of the work on the pie. You sat down next to him again, giving him a similar look to the affectionate expression he'd given you earlier.

"Hey, do you remember the first year we did this?" he asked randomly a few minutes later, a faint nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

A smile of your own crept up to your mouth. "You mean the year you threw an egg at me?" you answered, a laugh settling on the edge of your tongue.

"Hey, I only hit you with an egg in self defense. You're the one that threw flour on me," he rebutted.

The aforementioned laugh rolled off your tongue, a sound that Spencer told you almost daily was his favorite noise in the whole world. "Of course I remember. Why do you ask?"

He sat quietly for a moment, as if pondering the reason himself. Eventually, he landed on, "I guess I wonder how many years you think we'll be able to do this together."

The uncertainty in his words was almost enough to break your heart. Since the first time you'd visited the orchard, you'd hoped you'd continued the tradition every year for the rest of your lives. Maybe even eventually rope your children and then their children into it too. You weren't sure where along the line you'd led Spencer to believe otherwise, but the unsure look on his face let you know that he was nervous about your answer to the question.

"I'm hoping forever, if you'll have me that long," you answered, placing a comforting squeeze on his sweater clad arm.

He leaned over, giving you a soft and sweet kiss. "That sounds like a plan to me."

As if on cue, the oven beeped, Spencer heading to grab the pan of tartlets. While he began placing them on the cooling rack, you headed over to the oven, placing the pie inside.

It took you a moment to register what was happening as you turned to face him again. At first, you thought maybe he'd dropped something or his shoe needed to be tied. But then, you realized there was something in his hand, one of the apple tarts. And then, examining the scene further, you noticed something shiny atop the treat in his hand.

The words were shaky as they exited Spencer's mouth, his hands trembling as they held up his creation. "I really hope you were serious about your answer to my last question. Otherwise, I'm gonna look very stupid," he chuckled nervously.

Tears slipped down your cheeks at the display in front of you, your heart thumping a thousand beats per minute. "That certainly doesn't belong in dessert," you managed to laugh, your tears nearly turning to full-on waterworks.

"I suppose it doesn't," he chuckled nervously, holding the tart up further. "I'm hoping you can overlook it just this once though."

"I'll try," the joke came out weak, tears still falling from your eyes.

As if remembering why he was down there in the first place, he shook his head and gave you a more serious expression. "Y/N, I have loved you for over four and a half years. But when I think of how long I wish to love you, four years seems like the smallest sliver of time. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I want this—the orchard, the pies, all of it—every year for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me, I'd really like to be your husband."

The words came out stuttery and nervous, random breaks in his sentences, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Especially not when the prospect of spending a lifetime with Spencer was on the table. "Of course I'll marry you," you answered, your own words somehow shakier than his.

He stood from his kneeling position, sliding the ring onto your finger and leaving a delicate kiss over the digit. "Thank goodness you said yes. That would make for some awkward conversation when Gideon comes over tomorrow."

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in for a long and romantic kiss. This time, Spencer was on your tongue, an engagement ring was on your finger, and love was in the air. And again, your stomach did absolute somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

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[the-fo0l]

Spencer Reid x gn!reader hcs

Notes: lotta spencer content has him as an asshole, pregnancy, angst, smut, insecure reader...so here's some classic fluff

Warnings: fluff!, earlier seasons reid +he's kind of a simp (and a bit subby ;))

the way his eyes just absolutely light up whenever he sees you <3

the man's a total genius, but only in the book-smart way, socially, he's a little...stunted

he's very much not used to any proper form of love, so you're gonna have to be a bit patient with him while he gets used to it

but believe me he is trying his very best cause he does not want to dissapoint you

at first he thought your love of his rambles was just a way to make fun of him

but since you seem to actually like listening to him talk, he'll take the opportunity to ramble to you about anything and everything on his mind

which the team appreciates, he has an outlet to rant to, someone to attend his geeky events with, and most importantly, someone reliable to support him

(they are still annoyed when he's constantly on the phone with you, meanwhile there's an active crime scene a few meters away)

before you two started dating he probably already considered you his best friend who he totally neverrrr had a crush on (sarcasm)

he was blushing, stuttering, jittery mess when he asked if he may be your boyfriend

and yes, that's how politely he asked

or at least he tried to, you had to cut off his blabbering with a "yes"

how could you ever say no to such a charming, lovable, polite young man

plus yk...he's cute as hell

the type to go out of his way to wake up early to make your coffee and breakfast just the way you like

wearing matching rings, either with each other's initials or some nerdy inside joke

he absorbedly teases the ring on his finger when he misses you

whenever someone mentions you he gets visibly more engaded in the conversation, and the team teases him like crazy for it

like, sometimes the crew'll pretend to be talking about you and watch how reid immediatly perks up from whatever file he was buried in and turns to look where the he heard your name be spoken. and he falls for it every. fucking. time

gushes to you about any new interesting books, reseach, interesting statistics, facts, events etc

in a similar vein, he'll get caught in gushing to the gang about how cool and smart and funny his partner is

rizzes you up w magic tricks

but can't handle you flirting with him, he's smiling like an idiot and bashfully looking away, with his face all red

a lot of people say he wouldn't like pda, and i get it, but i think if you've been together long enough and he feels comfortable around you he's not shy about expressing it, verbally or physically

i mean yeah, it's not "all up in your face" pda, it's with smaller affectionate gestures

vents all his thoughts, concerns and emotions out to you, and listens attentively and patiently when you have to vent

falls in love with you all over again listening to you get caught up talking about your interests/opinions

man's capable of easily retaining encyclopedias worth of info, so anything and everything you tell him gets commited to his database of a mind

be it the most insignificant gossip or tiniest detail about your childhood, you best belive he's never forgetting that shit

tries his best to not profile you or try to explain your emotions to you, but really he dosen't need to be told twice when it comes to learing the intricacies of realationship ettiquette

he's never dated anyone before and he's about as nervous as he is excited

deeply fears disappointing you, hates the thought of being a burden to you, so hearing affirmations of your love verbally means a lot

more than anything he needs a solid positive presence to help him deal with his emotions

so if he's had a really bad day, or a rough case, he comes to your front door and just totally breaks down and falls into your arms, crying into your shoulder

if anything traumatic were to happen to him, you're the first person he needs to be there

and if he woke up in a hospital bed he'd immediately start asking for you, rather frantically too

and if the event is traumatic enough, he may become a bit codependent, at least for a week during the recovery process

used to get jittery around you from nerves, now it's from the uncontainable happiness he feels being around you

his kisses are so shy and inexpirenced but also so, so needy and desperate

he'd die if you ever custom made a puzzle or quiz with questions about your relationship, like he'd be so overjoyed, literally would never shut up about it

(he'd nail it ofc)

reid usually isn't one for physical affection, like, not at all

but it's completely the opposite with you, he can't seem to keep himself away

and the guy is starved for touch...or really affection of any kind, so whenever he can, he clings onto any part of you he can

sits on your lap facing you, it's like you guys' favorite relaxing position, it's so intimate

follows you around like a puppy, all giddy and stupid with love

always holds your hand or onto your forearm while walking beside you

cuddles very close, tightly intertwined with you

you'll have to squirm and push while he just pulls himself closer into the crook of your neck

or yk just tickle his sides when he least expects it

reads to you, odds are whatever book it is, he's already read it, dozens of times over if it's a classic or scientific. he very well could just recite it but if there wasn't a book to look at, he'd have to look at you which would make him get distracted and trail off

which you'd, of course, playfully tease him for

in conclusion, you're never allowed to break up with him, i don't make the rules, it's the law

[lechemoon]

the one where you think spencer reid is going to kiss you

spencer reid x gn reader

wc: 834 (drabble)

mentions of: magic tricks, allusions to alcohol, misunderstandings, use of open-endings

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every night the team has together is the same when there isn’t a case taking up all their time.

derek’s getting his game on with the ladies, hotch and gideon are chatting it up, penelope’s trying her best to win at a game of darts while shamelessly flirting, and emily and jj are busting a move on the dancefloor.

you’ve been hopping between penelope’s game and emily and jj’s very non-sober dance moves. occasionally, you make your way to whichever table spencer has occupied to glance at whatever magic trick he was doing.

“i-i…. i want to.”

scratch that- every night was the same. tonight is the exception to that.

“reid, it’s okay. you don’t have to say that to make me feel better.” you practically hear yourself sounding pathetic, as if you were a bystander hearing someone else get rejected. the knowledge that spencer can hear your tone of voice change from playful to whatever this was makes you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“i knew it was a card trick,” you say to him, tucking the hair behind your ear (the same ear you felt his fingers touch just seconds ago before hearing a flick of an ace of spades card) and scooching a few inches at a time away from him. “i just… you were so close so i-,” your eyes start to wander, nerves getting the best of you. 

you want to look anywhere but at him. at his confused features, at the hand laying atop the card to keep it in place, at eyes behind frames because they’re absolutely big, and round, and sparkling, and-

wait, no. those are the glasses making them twinkle.

right?

“that was just so wildly inappropriate, i apologize.” you run both your hands through your hair, catching a few tangled knots along the way. you take a glance at him again, daring yourself to at least try to keep eye contact for more than 3 seconds. “and i know you don’t-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cuts in.

and spencer, who had told everyone on multiple occasions that he prefers not to touch, places his hand at the crook of your arm gingerly.

“did you hear me the first time?” he asks lightheartedly, the sound of amusement dancing in his words. 

the 3 seconds of eye contact you managed to brave out is enough for you to see his smile reach his eyes. “i said i-.”

his halted sentence makes you look at him again, this time holding your stare pointed at him. you will yourself to not break it, and you wait in anticipation for him to finish.

the confidence he had goes away as quickly as it came. he looks away this time, eyes on the floor trying to figure out exactly what it is he needs to say to you to explain what he needs to tell you. and it makes you feel a little bit relaxed that you aren’t the only one struggling to have a conversation right now. 

you think he feels the tightness in your body go away, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. you don’t know if the squeeze is for your vote of confidence or for his own, but it feels nice anyway. the closed-mouth smile come back, and it brings out the apples of his cheeks.

he starts from the beginning again, clearing his throat and swallowing. his adams apple bobs. “i said i… want to.” his hand is still wrapped around your arm, and you feel his index finger tapping. you can read it in his feature that he’s debating on whether or not to say something else. 

“kiss you, i mean. i do want to kiss you.” when you don’t respond negatively, his demeanor changes again. the flip flop of confidence to none and back to confidence he’s showing is endearing to you. 

he slides into the middle of your shared booth to get closer to you, confidence surely back. you don’t move from your seat, welcoming his advances in. 

you’re trying your best to not look too excited at spencer being so forward. you have to bite your bottom lip again to keep your grin from growing. “you do?”

spencer nods. “i do.”

he releases the soft hold he had on your arm so that he can slide the ace of spades somewhere in the middle of the deck randomly. or, what you think is randomly.

you’re not too good at figuring out magic tricks. 

“but first,” he licks his lips as he starts shuffling the cards this way and that, “how about another magic trick? i guess your card right, you kiss me. i guess your card wrong, then i’ll kiss you?” he takes a glance at you, and you can only assume that he’s probably hoping that his attempts at flirting aren’t too bad or too dorky.

and you think it’s the cutest thing he’s done.

you lean into the table, ready to be dazzled. “so i win either way?”

-

a/n: thank you for reading :) i hope you all are having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night. was thinking of s2 when i wrote this!

[mollymooo]

say that again?

spencer reid x GN!reader

summary: it takes a lot to crack Dr. Spencer Reid but when face to face with the most attractive person hes’ ever seen it doesn’t take much to get him tripping over his own words

au: BARK BARK HES SO FINE anyway this is my first ever fic on tumblr so please show me mercy and give constructive criticism thanks

I fiddle with the stray piece of hair that fell across my forehead, tucking it back into place as I maneuver around the coffee shop, I smile at the barista who usually takes my order everyday and wait patiently for my drink to be made.

The cafe was unusually busy this morning, although that should be expected for a cold Saturday morning. Patrons looking for an alternative to standing out in the cold air. I smile slightly as the warm aroma of coffee wafted through the crowd of people, but my moment of temporary peace is interrupted as someone bumps into me rather harshly. I stumble slightly and turn around quickly to meet whoever just shoved me

“I am so… sorry.” A rather tall gentleman tucks a strand of long curly hair behind his ear as he stumbles through his apology. His expression was worried and his hands reached out slightly before snapping back to his sides

“Don’t worry about it..” I smile slightly at his nervous expression and pat down coat while I take note of his outfit. “Nice scarf, the purple compliments your skin tone” I smile gently as I take a bit of his long purple scarf between my fingers to feel the fabric

His eyes shoot down to where my hands are and they quickly look back up to my face where our eyes meet. He quickly shakes his head, reminding me of a dog for a second before he coughs slightly and blinks hard. It was like he was doing a full system reboot just to be able to talk to me

“Sorry, could you say that again..?” He looked back down at my hand as I pull it away from the soft scarf

“I was just saying your scarf was nice. It looks good with the whole ‘Harvard student meets librarian’ look you have going on” I smile slightly as his eyes widen at my compliment, Not sure whether he took it as one though. “And the purple adds to the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ moment”

“Thank you..! Purple was used to represent royalty through history, but.. uh, it’s more commonly associated with mystery or even magic so.. your idea isn’t too far off the mark.” He mumbled slightly and once he looked up from his hands and saw me smiling slightly, his hands fumbled with his hair and a small blush crept up his face “Sorry..”

“Don’t apologize! My favorite color is blue, and scientists have linked the color to a feeling of calmness.” His eyes light up slightly as I spoke, he seemed happy that someone was willing to not only listen to his rambling but add onto it

“Well, not just calmness but it also helps regulate your breathing and heart rate. In fact, a lot of office buildings use blue to encourage productivity and creativity.” He smiled while he talked and tucked his hands into his pockets “It’s also the rarest color to occur in nature. Bet you can’t name any blue foods.” My eyebrows knit together as I try to scramble my brain for a blue food

“Blueberries?” I giggle slightly as he points at his scarf

“Ah! Blueberries are purple. Misleadingly named, I know.” He smiled, seeming to have relaxed slightly

“Alright know-it-all, are you an artist or something?” I cross my arms while looking up at him with a sly smile

“No, just a bit of a genius” He joked slightly “I’m Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“I’m Y/N” I jump slightly as my name is echoed back to me when the barista calls my name and calls Spencer’s almost immediately after. I watch his hands as he reaches for the pitch black coffee and I feel a bit embarrassed as I reach for the creamer with a splash of coffee I call a drink. We walk to the exit together and I wave slightly as we walk opposite directions

“I’ll see you around, genius” He laughs slightly and waves as well as I leave the cafe.

I hope I see him again soon..

AHH ok hi! my names molly nice to meet you :D this is not my first fic but my first time on tumblr so plz leave suggestions!!

[writer-in-theory]

the 'magic, madness, heaven, sin' collection

summary: 16 oneshots, each based on songs from '1989' in anticipation of 1989 (taylor's version). pairing: spencer reid x reader AND steve harrington x reader category: fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort a/n: we're back at it again, folks! first we celebrated red (taylor's version), and now it's 1989's turn. i will be releasing one oneshot every week until release day. this was really fun, as 1989 has quickly become a favorite of mine. important taglist update: due to this including an update every day, i don't want to spam my normal taglist. so, i made a new taglist specifically for this collection. if you want to me tagged in the fics for this, please fill out the taglist form here.

masterlist

➼ welcome to new york (steve harrington x gn!reader, fluff) “everybody here was someone else before and you can want who you want...”

when native new yorker reader finds out their partner has never seen new york, they’re determined to show him only the best.

➼ we never go out of style (spencer reid x fem!reader, smut) “and i should just tell you to leave 'cause i know exactly where it leads...”

in which spencer has the same stop each time they have a case in los angeles.

➼ are we out of the woods? (spencer reid x fem!reader, smut, angst no happy ending) “the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color...”

they know their relationship was meant to crash and burn, but they keep falling back together.

➼ i know places (we won’t be found) (steve harrington x fem!reader, hurt/comfort) “they take their shots, but we're bulletproof...”

in which reader and steve are scrutinized by his parents and hawkins for dating, and they risk losing it all.

➼ all you had to do was stay (spencer reid x gn!reader, angst with happy ending) “why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?”

spencer has a habit of pushing people away when things get tough—reader won’t make it easy for him.

➼ shake it off (spencer reid x gn!reader, hurt/comfort) “it's like i got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright...”

spencer can’t stand when reporters spreads rumors about his partner in the news—they prove to him it doesn’t matter.

➼ i wish you would (steve harrington x gn!reader, angst with happy ending) “wish you knew that i miss you too much to be mad anymore...”

years after the breakup, reader realizes everything they missed.

➼ you are in love (spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff) “and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts...”

everyone knows that spencer and reader are best friends—everyone but them knows they both want something more.

➼ bad blood (spencer reid x gn!reader, angst with happy ending) “did you think we'd be fine? still got scars on my back from your knife...”

spencer immediately said he had no feelings for cat adams, so why was he kissing her outside of your shared apartment?

➼ wildest dreams (spencer reid x fem!reader, smut, angst with hopeful ending) “say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend...”

retired fbi agent spencer meet actress reader, who he’s been assigned to protect after threats were made against her.

➼ we found wonderland (spencer reid x gn!reader, hurt/comfort) “all alone, or so it seemed but there were strangers watching, and whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams...”

a story of an fbi agent falling in love with a senator: it’s as messy as it seems.

➼ this love is good(bad) (spencer reid x fem!reader, angst with happy ending) “these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me...”

a sequel to ‘wildest dreams’, reader comes to terms with losing spencer and he realizes he never should have left.

➼ new romantics (steve harrington x fem!reader, smut) “every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream...”

she was the last person steve thought he would fall for.

➼ finally clean (steve harrington x gn!reader, hurt/comfort) “just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it...”

after the upside down is finished, you help steve heal.

➼ and i’ll write your name (spencer reid x fem!reader, smut) “it'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar...”

to him, she’s the agent everyone told him to stay away from. to her, he’s the bad boy agent whose team has never had to follow the rules.

➼ how you get the girl (steve harrington x fem!reader, fluff) “and now you say i want you for worse or for better...”

in which the party takes matters into their own hands when you and steve won't confess your feelings for each other.

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series - Ongoing

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

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

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The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 4, Episode 3. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

The Perfect Brat - Elle Greenaway x Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Loverboy - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Black Suit - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader

Character Moodboards: Spencer Reid |

[aperrywilliams]

Spencer Reid's Fluff Oneshots Masterlist

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!) 

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Main Masterlist

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It Wasn't Fake (SR x fem!bau!reader) 05-28-24

Douchbag Falls Short in This Case (SR x fem!reader) 05-06-24

It Was Horrible Until It Wasn't (SR x fem!reader) 04-28-24

If Anything, I Find it Educative (SR x fem!reader) 04-17-24

Little Big Secret (SR x fem!reader) 08-06-23

My Inspiration (SR x fem!reader) 07-24-23

The Reid’s Effect (SR x gn!reader) 04-11-23

Don’t Go to See Her (SR x fem!bau!reader) 01-12-23

They Will Never (SR x fem!reader) 12-28-22

Birthday Wish (SR x fem!bau!reader) 09-24-22

Magic Words (SR x fem!reader) 04-10-22

4380 Days (SR x gn!reader) 12-22-21

Dr. Jones vs Dr. Reid (SR x fem!bau!reader) 05-01-21

Waiting for You (SR x Maxine Brenner) 04-03-21

Let Me Show You (SR x fem!reader) 03-21-21

All for My Girls (SR x fem!reader) 03-02-21

Pros and Cons (SR x daughter!R) 02-04-21

Couvade (SR x fem!bau!reader) 12-05-20

Photograph (SR x gn!reader) 11-09-20

Like You (SR x fem!bau!reader) 09-19-20

The Milestone (SR x fem!bau!reader) 08-08-20

Hot Genius (SR x Maxine Brenner) 07-30-20

For You, for Me and for Us (SR x fem!bau!reader) 07-11-20

The Right Moment (SR x fem!bau!reader) 06-27-20

Love and Concern (Dad!SR x fem!reader) 06-22-20

Letters to Me (SR x fem!bau!reader) 06-06-20

[masivechaos]

LAST DANCE - spencer reid x gn! reader [0.340k] .ೃ࿐

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Something died. Something died and you couldn’t revive it.

You didn’t know how you went from being lovebirds, texting each other whenever you could, spending mornings in your sheets in the intimacy of your bedroom to something so dead. 

You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s neck as you nuzzled in his chest, breathing him one last time, feeling the smell of his cologne invading your lungs one last time.

“Spencer?” you murmured, scared of what was going to happen next. You heard him humming as he swung both of you back and forth to the faded sound of the radio.

You used to do this every night. Dancing. It was magical, you and him against the world. Nothing existed but the bubble of intimacy formed by your movements. Now you never did, until tonight.

“I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he was honest, you could hear the lump forming in his throat as he talked to you. “But you know we can’t…”

You know we can’t be together anymore. We don’t work out anymore. We love each other but not as much as before. We are bored of each other but none of us can let go. None of us can say goodbye. We are hurting ourselves but it feels better than to be alone.

“I know,” you said as a tear rolled down your cheek. “Can we pretend that,” you sobbed, “just for one dance, everything is like before, everything is fine.”

Spencer nodded and took your hand in his, making you twirl. You looked up at him, he was looking at you so tenderly. Like before.

You let your hand wander to his cheek before leaning in, letting your mouth meet his in a slow kiss. With your eyes closed, you could pretend it wasn’t the end. Spencer pulled away and rested his forehead against yours as tears fell on his cheeks “You have to let go.”

You always thought you would end your life next to Spencer. But there you were, sharing with him your last dance.

⋆ ★ spencer reid taglist:  @loveeharrington @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @ell0ra-br3kk3r @cauliflowertree @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @unadulterated-syd @percy-the-hufflepuff @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @kieracassette @whennyxfallsinlove @venussflytraps @cynbx @locke-writes @starlit-epiphany @willowseason @luvmarsbars @jsjcue @mellozhi

[kikis-writing-world]

51/49 - S. Reid

Summary: Set during s11e18, Spencer and Reader share a quiet moment pondering the next generation of the BAU Family as they watch over the newborn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader, established relationship, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: PG. All works on this blog are for 18+ consumption. Warnings include, but aren’t limited to: spoilers for/allusions of the events of s11e18 but no graphic details. Fluff. It is implied that reader is shorter than Spencer. Written as F!Reader, but there are no pronouns and could be read as GN!Reader. If I did miss anything, please let me know.

A/N: I am watching through Criminal Minds for the very first time and yeah, I fell down the rabbit hole. Writing a character like Spencer Reid is intimidating, but this little blurb of an idea was too cute to not attempt. Plus, it was a writing excercise to shake the rust. I hope I did him justice. Likes, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated &lt;3

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’.

You watched from the hallway as Baby Boy Morgan wriggled away inside his incubator. Despite being introduced to the world before he was ready to debut, his big, curious eyes showed that he was ready to take on the world with as much gusto as his daddy. You fought the urge to press your face right up against the glass to get the best view possible. You felt like a kid outside a toy store window around Christmas, breath fogging up the glass as the magical displays danced and moved, enticing children to beg their parents for the toys.

You felt a presence next to you a moment before you felt the hand on your arm: long fingers with a familiar grip. Even if his shape hadn’t been faintly reflected in the window - the tall, lanky form topped with a tuft of messy hair that was holding out a to-go cup from one of the hospital’s vending machines - you still would have known it was Spencer approaching you.

“Hot cocoa.” He offered as the faint smell of chocolate wafted from the cup.

Your smile grew, not that you could take your eyes off of the precious newborn in the other room. You blindly reached for the cup, Spencer helpfully guiding it into your hand. “Thank you.” Your throat ached despite the soft volume you spoke at. It had been a long day and the exhaustion was starting to take over, shutting down your body. Still, you couldn’t bear to leave just yet.

“I doubt it’s very good,” Spencer continued as he joined your spectating. “The machine it came from doesn’t appear to have changed much since the early 80s, and even then it seems to be used mostly for coffee, but caffeine is the last thing any of us need right now.”

You nodded in agreement, leaning closer to his taller form. His hand slid from your arm to your back, letting you rest against him. “I’m sure you’re right. Like usual.” You hummed teasingly.  You felt Spencer laugh more than you heard it, a sharp jolt from his chest where it pressed against you. 

A comfortable silence fell, welcome after all the earlier chaos. You brought the cup to your lips, blowing gently before taking a sip. It barely tasted like anything, a mere suggestion of chocolate mixed in with the hot water, but the warmth felt nice on your sore throat. It warmed your insides, helping relief settle into your bones. It was over and everyone was safe.

“He sure knows how to make an entrance.” You mumbled softly, eyes still on the baby.

Spencer laughed again, this time the sound drifted down the nearly abandoned hallway. “He gets that from his dad.”

You giggled with him, letting your head fall against his shoulder as the silence returned. If you could bring yourself to stop watching the brand new life in the other room, to close your eyes even for a moment, you could have fallen asleep right there in the hallway while Spencer held you up.

“Is it wrong,” you mumble, surprising yourself. You hadn’t realized the thought you were having was on the verge of being spoken until you heard your voice. “Is it wrong that I kind of hoped they’d have a girl?”

Spencer didn’t answer right away but you were sure he was just processing. You could imagine the way he would blink as he took in the question, evaluating what had prompted you to say that and what line of thinking might have brought you there. “Depends on your reasoning, I suppose.” He decided.

“It’s such a boys club right now.” You huffed. “It’s all sports and trucks and bugs and mud. I love my nephews but I want a little princess to spoil. Tea parties and glitter and bows.” You trailed off, imagining having a tea party with a little girl with Savannah’s eyes, toy tiara perched atop her messy curls. Or playing barbies with a little blonde girl with JJ’s smile and Will’s drawl. You blink the thoughts away, remembering the baby boy in front of you. Who's to say he wouldn’t want to have tea parties and glitter when he grows up.

“It is statistically unlikely to have so many boys born to the team.” Spencer agreed. “According to the World Health Organization, for every 100 baby girls born there are 105 boys, meaning approximately 51% of babies born are male. The study didn’t account for outliers, such as those born with both sets of genitalia or other birth defects that may affect gender presentation, so it’s not a true 51/49 split.”

You were quiet as Spencer rambled. You knew it wasn’t something you were likely to remember and carry with you the way Spencer does, but he didn’t expect you to remember either. It was comforting to listen to him talk like it hadn’t been such a hectic day. Like everything was normal, or as normal as it ever got in your life. He continued talking about the varying factors that influence a fetus’ development as you listened, nodding along.

“Nevertheless, it’s interesting that the BAU’s next generation is all male so far. I guess it’s up to you and I to change that.” He finished.

You nearly dropped the to-go cup you had forgotten you were holding, your head snapping up as you blinked at Spencer. Your tired mind was spinning as you processed the words again and again, questioning what you had heard him say. Spencer looked away from the window as well, eyebrows furrowing as he studied your sudden reaction.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered, needing him to repeat himself. Surely you’d misheard…

“I don’t mean to assume,” He backpedaled, his cheeks tinting pink under the harsh fluorescent lighting. “I know we haven’t talked about it. About what you want from the future and where this is going…”

Spencer’s hand fell from your back as stumbled his way through an explanation, fidgeting nervously as he avoided eye contact. You set the cup of cocoa on the window ledge, barely making sure it wouldn’t fall before giving Spencer your undivided attention. You felt tears welling in your eyes as you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

His eyes searched around the hall frantically before finally settling on you. You could see the worry and fear etched in his sweet, amber eyes, too soon after seeing it reflected for Derek, Savannah and their baby earlier in the day.

“Y-you want…” You swallowed around the lump in your through, threatening to steal the last of your voice. “With me?”

Spencer nodded, face open and earnest. “Of course I do.” He whispered, bashful but sure, as if it was as plain as the sky is blue.

You choked on the sob that tried to break free from your chest. There had been far too much crying today. You would have bet that there were no tears left in you to cry, but you would have lost that bet as a tear rolled down your cheek. You bit your lip hard to keep yourself together.

“Do you?” He asked, almost too quiet to hear. You could feel his jaw clenching under your touch, his lip trembling as his pulse jumped.

Unable to find your voice, you nodded.

Relief split Spencer’s face a split second before joy. You didn’t have time to take it in as he pulled you to him, wrapping his long arms around you and tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. Your own arms curled up under his as you clung to the soft cotton of the cardigan stretched across his back, his suit jacket long since left forgotten somewhere in one of the many waiting rooms.

You held each other as the two of you trembled, emotions running too high to contain in your mutual exhaustion. There was a lot more discussion that had to happen, and a lot more evil men to put away, but knowing that you had Spencer, and Spencer had you, and the both of you had the entire BAU - was more than enough for now.

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Creativity - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/n is a photographer and Spencer is a great model. Overshare - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/n and Spencer spend the night together after a long case. Next day JJ and Penelope hear all about it. Not Of The Imagination - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Spencer claims that he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all. Dangerously In Love - Spencer Reid x Gn! Reader Summary: The long awaited return of your boyfriend makes you realize how in love you are with him. Dangerously in love with him. Coming Soon

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#5

okay but looking after oliver and warming him up after he was practicing in the rain

is that not the cutest thing ever

i’m just imagining his wet hair and melting aw he’s so cute

jess. i can't. this- this request. just- just imagine. oh my god 😍

"oliver?" you ask as you hear somebody enter your dorm room, not expecting anybody since your roomates are studying in the library.

"yeah, it's me," he annaounces and a second later, his head appears in your line of vision. as soon as you take him all in, you see his shaking form, his drenched quidditch ropes.

"were you training in the rain again?" you ask, a little concerned but mostly amused.

"...maybe," he responds, quickly running to the bathroom so he doesn't get the whole room wet.

"did you drag your poor teammates with you too?" you ask, already feeling bad for the boys. yes, you like that oliver is so passionate about something but sometimes, he just crosses the line.

"maybe," he repeats his previous answer, you closing your eyes momentarilly.

"oh, ollie," you sigh, just as he comes out of the bathroom. without missing a beat he colapses on the bed, his head landind near your shoulder. you lightly touch his cheek, checking if he maybe, possibly caught a cold. "oh, merlin, you're freezing!" you exclaim, putting down your book and wraping your arms around him, pulling him closer. "saints, oliver, how long were you out there?" you ask, now really worried about his health.

"two hours," he quietly confesses, your eyes widening. "but i let the boys go after one!"

"yeah, but still! two hours, do you know how cold it is outside? it may not be winter anymore but spring has just begun!" you whisper-yell, quickly wrapping the sheets around him. "and your hair is still wet," you comment, getting up to get a towel. "although you look adorable with wet hair, you're going to get sick if we don't dry it at least a little," you say from the bathroom, returning back to bed right after. this boy is going to be the death of himself one day.

271 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

Magical Tea

JJ Maybank x gn!reader

Word count: 569

Warnings: mentions of liquid, mentions of being touch starved, not proofread

A/N: thank you for requesting! i apologise i'm late with this request but i hope you like it nonetheless <;33

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281 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

The Accident

Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1677

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue (as always), mentions of a crash, mentions of a hospital, swearing

REQUESTED: no, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: When an accident occurs, Spencer is worried out of his mind not knowing if something bad happened to you.

A/N: finally kinda done with requests, so i can write some of my ideas. this is a crossover between the show's criminal minds and chicago fire, but it’s not very relevant to the story. it’s more leaning against criminal minds (obviously, it's spencer) and it’s not chicago fire anymore cause it’s happening in quantico😂 gif credits to @toyboxboy

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291 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#2

🦋 wearing spender reid’s cardigan to work <3

i love this so much oml

"Looking good, Y/N," JJ winks at you, a smirk on her lips. You thank her with a roll of your eyes, knowing damn well she was talking about your boyfriend's cardigan. You knew what wearing it to work meant but it looked so comfortable and warm, you just had to wear it.

"Damn, Y/N," Morgan whistles as you pass him, sitting down behind your desk. You ignore him, instead going straight to the files waiting on you. It's not a minute that goes by before Spencer enters the bullpen, sitting down across from you.

"Y/N? Is- is that my cardigan?" the doctor asks once he notices what you're wearing, a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, I borrowed it, I'm sorry if it bothers you," you quickly explain, just as a big grin starts to spread across Spencer's lips.

"No, I don't mind at all, darling," he mutters, same expression appearing on your face.

"Okay then," you say, turning back to the paperwork. He steals once last glance before going back to work, a smirk replacing the previpus smile.

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322 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Exhausted

Aaron Hotchner x nanny!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1973

WARNINGS: age gap 

REQUESTED: /, kinda friends to lovers, fluff

SUMMARY: After spending a day with Jack and Aaron, you're too tired to make it home. 

A/N: thank you so much for the idea @velvetcloxds! i loved it so much, I just had to write it. there’s an OC in there, named laura (based on @oliverwoodmarrymepls), just a heads up :) also Hayley didn’t die in this! gif credits to @shyhotch

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385 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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[dreaminginpastels]

every last bite

pairing: spencer reid x magic!gn!reader

summary: you own a bakery that specialises in magical treats. every day, your favourite regular, spencer, comes in and orders the same thing, until one day he orders something new.

warnings: brief mention of homophobic family members ~ immediately resolved with a happy ending

reader pronouns: they/them

word count: 3.1k (by pure magic it seems 😉✨)

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You were convinced that you had the best job in the world. You’d dreamed of owning your own bakery since you were a child, and had worked hard over the years to hone your skill and, more practically, to build up enough money to finally fulfil your childhood wish. Your hard work had paid off, and you were proud to say that you were now the owner of a charming little bakery in your small town of Quantico, Virginia.

It wasn’t the most popular bakery, but that had never mattered to you much. You were grateful for the steady flow of regular customers that you had amassed over the year that your bakery had been officially open. You liked to think that your cheery demeanour and friendly face were inviting, but you knew that what really kept them coming back time after time was your speciality - magical treats.

There was something for everyone at your bakery. You had devised recipes for baked goods that made dreams come true. From your “luck” blend green tea to your “nostalgia” cookies, you felt content knowing that you were making a real difference in your customer’s days, even just for the briefest moment. And while, for some, it was nothing more than a charming promotional concept, the truth was that you were a very special individual and embedded the tiniest doses of real magic into every product in your bakery. It was important for you to share your gift, you figured, why else would you have been given it?

What you hadn’t expected was how much magic would be given back to you. Your regulars had stolen your heart, each in their own way. You would never forget the teenage girl that nervously walked past your bakery for weeks, peering in when she thought no one was looking, before finally rushing in and asking for a large “acceptance” blend of hot chocolate. Half an hour of gentle conversation later and she confessed that she had come out to her family, and they hadn’t taken it well. You felt grateful that you could have at least given her a temporary feeling of what it would have been like if they had opened their arms to her. You were ecstatic to find that after a month of weekly “acceptance” drinks, her family had gifted her the real thing. She had come in to visit you just last week with a beaming smile, and a partner that she was delighted to introduce you to. They ordered matching “luck” blend teas, and you had given them a slightly stronger dose as a gift for the start of their lives together.

Most of your customers tended to try different goodies each visit, either based on their needs at that moment or just a childish excitement at the various dreams you could make true for them. Then, there was him.

Your favourite regular, Spencer, was an enigma. Despite coming to your bakery every day, the unpredictable timing of his visits seemed to compensate for his predictable order. He always asked for the same thing, your “relax” blend coffee. To this day, you still chuckled fondly when anyone ordered it, remembering the very first time he entered your bakery and ordered his now routine drink.

“Hi there, what can I get for you today?”

Popping up from his crouched examination of your display cabinet, he’d met your eyes before raising a confused eyebrow. “Isn’t a ‘relax’ blend of coffee a little oxymoronic?”

You’d chuckled, before leaning in mischievously towards the intriguing stranger. “Are you seriously complaining about the perfect justification for a coffee addiction?”

Pressing his lips tightly together in defeat, he’d studied you for a moment. “Touché. I’ll take a large, please.”

Since that day, he visited your bakery daily. Most days, he would take a seat at the same table and read books at the fastest speed you’d ever seen. You were sure that you felt his eyes following you when you served other customers, but whenever you had a moment to glance at him, his eyes were firmly glued to the book in front of him. Having instantly piqued your interest, you were grateful for the brief encounters that you had with him, and for his comforting presence in your bakery, but after weeks of him only speaking to you long enough to order his “relax” coffee, you started to worry that you’d never get to really know him.

Your hopes were slightly encouraged one particularly troublesome afternoon a few weeks after his first visit when a businessman, clearly exhausted after a busy day, decided to berate you about running out of your “motivation” donuts. For any of your regular customers you would have gone the extra mile and quickly whipped up a fresh batch, but his rudeness had caught you off-guard and left a bad taste in your mouth. Instead, you politely offered him some of your “relax” blend coffee because “it seemed like he damn well needed it”. You were so used to his unassuming presence that you hadn’t even noticed there was anyone else there until you heard Spencer’s amused chuckle filling the bakery from his usual table, much to the chagrin of the now-embarrassed businessman.

The next day, he’d returned to his table but you noticed that his usual speed reading was replaced with lingering gazes on the same pages. You chuckled to yourself, flattered that he found you so mesmerising to study from afar. Emboldened by his behaviour the day before, you’d approached his table with his usual drink.

“So, what’s the deal, are you a superhuman or just in training for the world record for most words read in an hour?”

At your voice, his head had snapped up, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks. “Did you know that speed-reading actually preserves your vision and doubles your recall speed?”

You’d amusedly shook your head as you placed his drink on the table before him.

“W-what I mean is, no, I’m neither,” he’d spluttered, waving his hands erratically. “I just have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and a reading speed of 20,000 words per minute.”

Your eyebrows had raised in impressed shock, but just as you’d been about to eagerly continue the conversation, the bell rang to indicate a new customer. You’d turned back to him and quickly retorted, “My bet’s on superhuman.”

You’d relished in the resounding chuckle behind you as you returned to the counter.

…

Your interactions were so often interrupted that you were elated when, a mere two weeks ago, you had arrived at work at your usual 5:30am to find him standing outside in the rain, waiting for you.

To your surprise, he’d noticed you as soon as you rounded the corner and waved excitedly at you. It caught you so off-guard that it was only when you reached him that you nervously fumbled around for your keys, stressed that he was soaked through.

“Oh My Goodness, have you been waiting here long? You must be freezing!”

Respectfully wiping his feet on the floor mat before awkwardly following you into the bakery, he’d answered you with another question. “Did you know that the maximum speed of a falling raindrop can differ from 18 to 22 miles per hour?”

You’d paused, then turned, glancing quizzically at him.

He’d smiled warmly at you. “I’m fine. I appreciate your concern but your coffee is well worth waiting for.”

“...So is your company,” he’d added, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it as you moved behind the counter.

He approached your display cabinets and examined them silently, just as he had when he’d first entered your bakery. The realisation had hit you so fast you’d almost gotten whiplash. “What’s your name?”

He’d bounced back up to his regular height, eyebrows furrowed at your impulsive question.

It seemed his awkward rambling was infectious. You couldn’t help yourself. “Sorry, that came out quite abruptly. I just realised that you’re one of my most regular customers and I have no idea what your name is.”

He’d chuckled lightly before responding. “My name’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

You’d smiled up at him then, extending your hand. “Well, it’s lovely to properly meet you Spencer. I’m y/n, though you’ve probably already observed that from my nametag.”

His content demeanour had shifted slightly as you’d noticed his eyes lingering on your outstretched hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you not like shaking hands?”

He’d shaken his head slightly before breaking out of his transfixed gaze and searching for your eyes instead. “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

In that moment, your cheeks flushed, burning with his suggestive fact. But that was nothing compared to Spencer’s reaction once he’d realised the words that had left his mouth. You remember wishing you could’ve captured that moment - the way that his eyes widened and mouth slacked, agape, in slow motion almost, as his genius mind caught up with his wandering mouth.

You’d cleared your throat, desperate to salvage the interaction before the two of you died from mutual embarrassment. “So, why the “relax” tea?”

Thankful for the segue, he’d jumped on your words. “Oh! I’m an FBI profiler as part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit here in Quantico. I love my job, but sometimes it does weigh on my mind a little and your coffee is the perfect way to clear my head before, during, or after intense work days.”

“Wow! They’re lucky to have a genius like you on their team,” You’d begun bashfully before relying on comedic relief to get you through the encounter. “So I take it I can’t convince you to try at least one of my other specialties? Not even an “acceptance” hot chocolate on a cold day like today?”

He shook his head in amusement. “I’d say you have more chance of winning the lottery than getting me to try something different.”

You’d smirked up at him, “I’ll take those odds.”

…

In the weeks that followed, you and Spencer had spent much of his bakery visits together. He had shifted to sitting at the table nearest to the counter and would have discussions with you between customers about his work (or as much as he was allowed to tell you) and his team members that seemed to adore him as much as you did. You had especially bonded over your mutual love of literature, and secretly loved the fact that Spencer had read practically all of your favourite books so that you always had someone to discuss them with.

His recent mission, he had decided last week, was to try to work out your secret recipes, albeit to no avail. He stood resolute, however, that it couldn’t possibly be real magic. You’d chuckled at that, prompting the most adorable blush you’d seen grace his cheeks.

As determined as he was to find out your magical secrets, you were even more determined to have him try a new baked good of yours, or at the very least another beverage. At this stage, you hadn’t even convinced him to try your favourite drink, your “inspiration” iced coffee. To your disillusionment, not even your puppy dog eyes could generate a shift in your newest companion.

Today, you faced a new problem. He hadn’t visited your bakery yet, and you were set to close in 30 minutes. You’d gotten so swept up in your blossoming friendship that you hadn’t even considered that there would come a day when he wouldn’t come. It was an inevitable part of these kinds of relationships, you had seen it with countless regulars. After a while, even your most committed daily regulars would start to come in once a week, then once a month, and with some, you hadn’t seen them all year. With Spencer though, it felt different. You didn’t know if your heart could handle his absence. You’d taken his presence for granted, blindly hoping that it would never change; assured that he would always make time for you. It seemed you were wrong.

You sighed, taking one final look at the empty bakery before beginning to count your daily earnings in the till. Just as you finished counting the money, the bell rang, and your eyes snapped up to spot a familiar figure approaching the counter. His demeanour had shifted. You couldn’t tell why, but his eyes wouldn’t leave the ground, his usual gait of confidence replaced by a nervous shifting.

“Spencer?” You prompted, gently. “Are you alright?”

He looked up at you then, and seemed to regain some level of composure as he noticed the concern lacing your eyes.

He sighed before picking himself up. “Hi y/n, yeah, just a big day today.”

You smiled compassionately up at him, grabbing a coffee cup from behind you in anticipation of preparing his usual order. “Alright, well hopefully this’ll help, one ‘relax’ blend on its way.”

“Umm actually, y/n-” He started, nervously fidgeting with his hands, “Can I get a ‘courage’ muffin as well?”

The boy should’ve been grateful you didn’t drop his half-made coffee all over the floor as your mouth dropped in shock. “I’m sorry, I must be losing my hearing. Did Spencer, my Spencer, actually just ask for something different in his order?”

At your fond mention of his name, he seemed to soften. Rubbing the back of his neck, he replied. “Uh, yeah, I just figured it was about time I gave something else a go. I know how brilliant your recipes are, and it feels rude that I always stick to the same, boring thing.”

You raised an eyebrow as his brain caught up once again to his mouth.

“Oh! Not that your “relax” coffee is boring! Just that it’s boring of me to not branch out. God, I’m an idiot.”

“Spencer, please, it’s fine,” You chuckled at his awkwardness, finding it unbelievably endearing. “I know what you mean, I’m flattered that you’re trying something new. Also, please never let me hear you call yourself an idiot ever again.”

A relieved smile on his face, he raised a hand to his forehead in salute. “Won’t happen again.”

You smiled fondly at the nerd in front of you. “Good, I���m glad.”

Handing him his coffee and muffin, you watched as he walked over to his usual table. You figured that he’d want a little less attention on him after that encounter, so you focused on cleaning your counter and putting your remaining baked goods in a bag to take home.

“y/n?” You heard Spencer’s voice at the counter and popped up to greet him from your crouched position behind the display cabinet you were emptying.

“Hey! How did you go with the “courage” muffin?” You asked gently, genuinely nervous at what he had to say. You’d fallen head over heels for this dorky profiler and you cared deeply about his opinion.

“Oh, right, yeah, the muffin is amazing!” He gushed, “Is the secret ingredient cinnamon by any chance? Do you just associate that with courage or something?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Spencer, you know perfectly well that my secret ingredients are what they say they are. The muffins genuinely give you courage.”

He seemed to be emboldened by your words. He smiled down at you with such fondness that you felt butterflies in your stomach, wondering what his next words would be. “I know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You know?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, that’s it, get that smug smile off your face,” You began, playfully, “You mean to tell me that you’ve known this ENTIRE TIME that I genuinely put magic in my baking?”

He nodded mischievously, evidently relishing in your mock annoyance.

“Then why on Earth have you been going to so much trouble to try to get my ‘secrets’ out of me for the last week?”

He smiled sheepishly, “It was just an excuse to talk with you. Just like trying your ‘courage’ muffin was an excuse to do this.”

He stepped towards you, and stared deep into your eyes as his hands found yours. “y/n, I really like you and I’ve wanted to find some way to do this for months now, ever since you first told that businessman where to go. I’ve never met someone so enchanting. You’re one of the most caring and considerate people that I know, not to mention welcoming. I’ve been really lucky to feel so accepted by the people I work with but you didn’t have to be kind to me, and I just…I really do believe that you’re magical because there’s no other way to explain the way you make me feel. So, y/n, would you do me the honour of letting me take you out on a date?”

You smiled up at him then, letting go of one of his hands so that you could reach up and gently caress his cheek. “Oh, Spencer, I would absolutely love to go out with you.”

His eyes widened, lips pressing together in a giddy smile. “Y-you would?”

You nodded emphatically, never breaking your gaze, well, until a thought tugged at the back of your mind. Leaning slightly out of his grip, you quickly glanced beside him to see his half-eaten muffin still sitting on his table. You met his eyes again to find him studying yours, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head in amusement, “So, you’re telling me that you, quite adorably might I add, ordered a ‘courage’ muffin just to ask me out?”

Rubbing his neck, he smiled bashfully. “Uh, yes. Yes I did.”

At his adorable nervousness you let out a fond chuckle, “But you didn’t finish the muffin?”

He eyed his table nervously, “Oh, I was just too excited to ask you out before the courage ran out, I promise it was great!”

You laughed, “Oh you adorable fool, the magic doesn’t work unless you eat every last bite.”

His eyes widened as he processed your words. “Wait, so that means-”

“-That courage, my dear Spencer, was all you.”

Chuckling to himself, he barely noticed you pull away from him to place your backpack over your shoulders. Then, he suddenly looked up at you as you walked towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You turned to him with a playful smirk, “To buy a lottery ticket. Care to join me?”

With an amused smile, he threw his satchel over his shoulder and followed you out of your bakery, content in the fact that he had finally worked up the courage to ask you, the person of his dreams, to go out with him. Excitedly grabbing your hand and receiving the fond smile that he couldn’t believe was only for him, he knew this was only the beginning of the magic that awaited you both.

a/n: hello lovelies, I’ve recently become obsessed with criminal minds and naturally fell head over heels in love with the lanky, awkward, introverted genius character (comically on brand for me) so I’ve added spencer to my list of characters I’ll always write for (in my bio), and figured I’d give an adorable little magic!au a go - I’ve decided this is the best way to escape real life hehe (I even listened to a bakery vibes playlist while writing so you know it’s authentic lol)

I hope that you enjoy, and please feel free to send in requests of your own - it would be really fun to write some more au stories for other regular or not-so-regular characters 🥰 I’ll get back to my pre-existing requests in the meantime. as always, thank you for your support and patience, and please let me know what you thought! (it makes my day every time I hear from you all)

[spenciss]

learning curve *ೃ༄ gn!reader x spencer reid

he’s always been good at everything textbook. but you and relationships, he’s been told, can’t be learned through a book.

or, whereas spencer reid learns what it’s like to love and be loved.

spencer is smart. very smart. he knows this, and everyone around him does too.

he was a child prodigy and by the ripe age of twenty-three, he was holding three doctorates, two bachelors and a job that had him set for life.

he’s confident in his ability to analyze, to put bits and pieces of information together to solve for the final product. his team relies on him to connect dots and find hidden patterns—things only he knows and understands.

things that are textbook—science and facts, spencer has no problem understanding it all.

but you, you’re not a law of physics, or a math equation or a criminal he needs to psychoanalyze.

you’re just you.

and spencer, as enamoured as he is, is terrified.

your patience with him is almost unnerving. he knows he’s not the easiest to love. he likes his space and he drowns himself in work. lunchtime phone calls that are usually ten minutes minimum, shrink to a “hello, how are you, see you later,” because he gets so caught up in figuring out a case that he not only neglects you, but himself too.

and as excellent as his memory his, things slip from his mind—you slip from his mind.

but with a kiss to his nose and your hands holding his face, you smile prettily like you always do and forgive him, time and time again.

until you, the only thing he had going for him was his iq. he tried to love; platonically, romantically—but he found that the universe likes to clown him and he was convinced he just couldn’t love.

or more specifically, love someone enough for them to stay.

and he wonders, spencer wonders a lot. of course, having an eidetic memory like his is special. it’s brought him opportunities other people could only dream of.

but having an eidetic memory isn’t gonna make you stay.

memorizing the numbers of pi and having the ability to profile any passerby—that’s not what you’re looking for in a person. he figures you’d want someone with time and an understanding of what it’s like to coexist with another. maybe you’d like a smooth talker, instead of a three-body-problem-talker.

and he wonders; is his iq really all he’s got?

because it’s special, obviously, but it’s not enough. for you. he’s patronized at least once a week, about how he’s dressed like a teacher’s assistant and the how the gun on his hip is just asking to be taken.

spencer wonders: do you find him attractive? do you like his hair, the beat up converse he’ll never give up? what about his eccentric ties he loves so much?

he’s not muscly and he’s kind of clumsy. tripping, fumbling, you name it. he talks with his hands and he’s knocked down too many things in your tiny apartment.

if you didn’t like him for his outer, then all that’s left is his personality.

not only is he clumsy physically, he’s even worse romantically. tripping over words and awkward out-of-the-blue magic tricks in attempts to salvage himself. but he’s made you laugh a lot, so he likes to think it makes up for his embarrassment.

he misses casual social cues and doesn’t quite understand jokes, but he’s sure that you’re the most amazing person he’ll ever know.

long story short: he just isn’t boyfriend material. he doesn’t know how to be and isn’t sure what step to take to becoming.

and you, you’re aware of all this.

but no matter how many times you refute his clearly wrong perceptions of him being a bad boyfriend, you know all too well that insecurities don’t vanish overnight.

so time and time again, when you can make out the exact reasoning behind his furrowed brows, or when he’s wide awake in the living room when he said five minutes ago he’d be in bed with you—you already know what’s up.

and he doesn’t need to open up to you, you understand that kind of vulnerability will take a little bit of extra time.

you know spencer craves soft, physical gestures of love, so you reassure him with a kiss between his brows, your arms snaking around him—grounding him.

wordlessly, you trace shapes along his skin, featherlight kisses all over his face until you feel his body relax against yours.

and you think back to the endless list of subconscious and conscious reasons that state why you love him so much.

on those certain nights where sleep doesn't come so easily, he'll pick up one of the books in your ever-growing to-be-read pile and tuck you under his arm—him reading and you flipping the page until you begin to finally doze off.

and sure, he may not understand social cues, but he sure as hell understands yours. he knows your little tells that mean you're uncomfortable, tired, happy or restless. spencer subconsciously tries to make sure you're more than okay whenever he's near.

you adore the way he dresses; even going to the effort of trying to tie all of his ties before he leaves for work, even if his call times are at an ungodly hour of the night.

his little ramblings about facts and theories are something you’ll never get tired of because it’s him. you want to know what interests him, keeps him up at night, his little hobbies and everything else.

he'll remember every date, every detail and every single unsignificant thing about you. he's not only smart when it comes to work and equations and puzzles and things like that—spencer is smart with your heart, with the relationship you and him both put so much effort into nurturing.

spencer's enough, hell, he's more than enough could ever be.

but love isn't linear and it's confusing, even for a man like spencer. it's something that can only be learned through experience.

and spencer wants nothing more than to be wanted—wanted and loved by you, specifically.

theoretically, he knows practically everything about love, but a part of learning to accept love, is to trust, and that action is beyond a theory he can hide behind. however he's trying, testing the waters more and more as the months with you speed by.

he's learning—adapting; love, life with you and his newfound perspective of himself. they’re all new and he’s allowing it all to happen.

frankly, he's never felt happier.

[honeydjarin]

Criminal Minds

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