Summary: In a post-injury, heavily medicated haze, you let slip the one thing Spencer has been dreaming he’d hear you say for years. There’s only one problem: you couldn’t possibly mean it. …Could you?

Pairings: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Back again with another medically induced confession of love... going back to my roots! (I wrote For Real almost 4 years ago exactly 😱) Also Reader is written with no descriptors, but there is one scene where they are wearing a dress!

“I’m fine!”

Spencer let out an exaggerated gasp. “You have a broken elbow!”

“Yes, true, but we’ve both seen worse.” You shrugged, or at least attempted to. “Besides, my best friend is a doctor. I think I’m in very good hands.”

He rolled his eyes fondly, trying to ignore the way the words ‘best friend’ somehow felt like a punch to the gut. Friends. That’s exactly what you were. And, unfortunately for him, that was all you would ever be. “I’m not a medical doctor.”

“Eh, whatever,” you said. “Po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe.” He let out a low grumble in response, and you just laughed. “I’m the one in the hospital bed, I have the trump card here.”

“Whatever you say, your majesty.” Spencer gave a little bow from the uncomfortable plastic chair he was nestled in beside you.

“Now that’s more like it.”

He huffed out a laugh, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “In all seriousness, though, I’m really glad you’re okay.” He would never be able to live with himself if you weren’t. “I–” The words he had been holding back for literal years were stuck in the back of his throat, desperate to escape, yet unable to come out. He just–he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be brave. Not when he knew you didn’t feel the same way. “I’m just really, really glad,” he finally settled on.

Summary: You’re always absentmindedly touching Spencer, and while he knows it doesn’t mean anything to you, it means everything to him. Alternatively: Five times you touch Spencer (maybe?) unintentionally, and the one time you (definitely) do it on purpose.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is actually inspired by an anon request I got literally two years ago. Anon, if you happen to still be here, thank you!!

Spencer was pretty sure you were going to be the death of him.

Not intentionally, of course, but it would probably still happen all the same.

You weren’t doing it on purpose—hell, he wasn’t even sure if you knew you were doing it—and yet it was all he could think about. It consumed his thoughts.

Your hands.

On him.

Case in point: you were currently sitting next to him on the jet, playing mindlessly with the cuff of his shirt sleeve. You folded it up and then down, again and again. He found it somehow soothing, though he didn’t know if he could blame that on the steady rhythm of it or just the feel of your skin brushing against his.

As usual, he was fairly certain you didn’t even realize you were doing it. Your attention was on Hotch as he doled out the team’s assignments upon landing. Spencer tried his best to focus, but he was finding it difficult.

“Reid?” Hotch asked, an all too knowing look in his eyes.

Spencer blinked. “What? Oh, yes, yeah. Geoprofile, got it.” He nodded emphatically, cursing the heat that he could feel rush to his cheeks.

He needed to get it together.

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He did not, in fact, get it together.

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Summary: Spencer Reid thinks in black and white, in rights and wrongs, in formulas that lead to concrete answers. That’s just the way it’s always been—until he finds himself in an art class led by a teacher who shows him that there might just be another way.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

COMPLETE (6/6/2024)

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Summary: Spencer Reid thinks in black and white, in rights and wrongs, in formulas that lead to concrete answers. That’s just the way it’s always been—until he finds himself in an art class led by a teacher who shows him that there might just be another way.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Chapter Word count: 1.4k

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“This”—Spencer took your bag from your hand and set it on the floor—“is to celebrate the best year of my life.” He kissed you suddenly, and you laughed, slightly bewildered, against his lips. “Happy anniversary.” He stepped back to allow you to get a full view of the room. The nerves from earlier had dissipated the moment he saw you, and now all he felt was the sudden, grounding realization that he was in exactly the right place, at exactly the right time. It was how he always felt when he was with you, if he was being honest. You spun around slowly, taking in the frames on the walls and the assorted items set atop the end tables. “Spence,” you whispered. “Did you… make me a museum?”

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Try Me

Summary: After months of growing closer and closer, Hotch starts pushing you away. You really did make the whole thing up in your head just because of your silly little crush, didn’t you?

Prompts: “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” // “You won’t believe me.” “Try me.”

Pairings: Hotch x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: not much, but it gets the teensiest bit suggestive at the end lol

A/N: I haven’t written for Hotch in yearssss, thank you for the inspo!!

“No.”

Hotch made no move to say more, and you thought you might just wither up and die on the spot at the severity in that one little word.

“No?” Derek asked. “Why not?”

“Y/L/N should stay here and work on the geographic profile with Reid. I’ll take you with me to the third dump site.”

The heat rushed to your cheeks at the sheer mortification of what was happening. Hotch was reassigning you. Because he didn’t want to be alone with you. You furiously blinked back tears, thankful that the rest of the team was clueless as to what had just transpired. They were already moving on, getting started on their assignments.

You watched Hotch and Derek as they left the precinct, neither of them sparing a glance back.

Hotch couldn’t even stand the thought of being trapped in a car with you for three hours. It had all been in your head. How completely and utterly humiliating.

“You okay?”

You blinked, Spencer coming into focus in front of you. The worry on his face tugged at your heart. What an angel.

“Yeah, Spence. I’m fine—let’s get started.”

The hours passed by in an endless blur, everyone focused on the case at hand. And then—just like that, it was over, ending in a whirlwind of activity.

The sudden stasis that hit after a case like this was always a bit of a shock to the system. You found yourself in your hotel room later that night, that one moment from earlier playing on a loop in your mind. It was all you could think about. The embarrassment burned at you.

Had it really all been in your head? Every hushed conversation, every lingering touch, every stolen glance? Had it all been nothing?

It couldn’t have been. For you, it was everything.

Come In With the Rain

Summary: In which Spencer really doesn’t know why he told you to go on that date—and you don’t really know why you went.

Prompt: “I don’t want him. I want you.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: thanks for the request anon!! This was fun :)

It had been the right thing to do. Spencer was doing the right thing.

But if that was the case—why did it hurt so goddamn much? Why did it feel like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?

He was being ridiculous. It was just one date. That’s all it was.

It was just you—his best friend, the person he’s been in love with for the better part of six years—going on a date.

With someone else. Spencer couldn’t even remember the person’s name at the moment. All that mattered was that it wasn’t him.

Would never be him.

Spencer couldn’t even blame you for going. Why wouldn’t you? After all, he had encouraged you to do it, to say yes. You almost hadn’t—for reasons he couldn’t quite figure out. He assumed you were nervous, maybe. Maybe you’d thought he’d be mad at having to move one of your weekly movie nights.

Either way, he had told you to go. As much as it had pained him, he knew he had to. For one reason and one reason only: he needed you to be happy.

No matter how much it hurt him, he needed that. He couldn’t quite find the words to explain it, to make it make sense, but that was all it really boiled down to. He loved you, and he needed you to be happy.

Even if that was without him.

Spencer was being dramatic. So what if you started dating this person? The two of you would still be friends, right? You’d still have your movie nights and your time on the jet and your—

Oh god.

What if this was it? What if you canceled all of your plans with him? Or worse: what if the two of you just slowly grew apart?

Now that? That might actually kill him.

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Summary: Spencer loves books. You love Spencer. And then Spencer starts giving you books. You try not to read too much into it—you really do—but it turns out that it’s just about impossible to quash that hope.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 3k

A/N: as always this is just straight up marshmallow fluff :) thanks everyone for being here!!

There were quite a few things in this world that Spencer Reid loved, but if there was one thing he loved most of all, it was books–and if there was one thing you loved, it was Spencer Reid.

Those simple facts alone were why when Spencer had started giving you books, it just about knocked you off your feet.

It had started out casually enough, and you knew he was doing it just to be nice because, well–he was the kindest person you knew, wasn’t he? Despite that knowledge, you couldn’t help but wish it meant something more, that there was something deeper there beneath these simple, kind gestures. Still, you’d take what you could get.

That first time, that first book, was etched into your memory. The two of you had been chatting quietly on the jet home the night before about some of your favorite novels, and you had mentioned not having read one of his. “Oh, you’d love it!” he had exclaimed, almost waking up your slumbering teammates with his enthusiasm.

“You think so?”

He nodded so vigorously that you knew you’d have to go to the library and grab a copy immediately. You had written it down in your planner and everything, in big capital letters.

But then Spencer beat you to it. The next morning, he walked up to you and set his well-loved, dogeared copy right on your desk. When you thanked him, he just nodded back with a shy smile.

After he had gone to the breakroom in search of morning coffee, you leafed through the book and amongst the well-worn pages, you noticed post-it notes littered throughout. At first you thought they were just some scribbles from the last time he had read it, but then you noticed your name on a few. You looked more closely at the notes. They were all little comments and questions–one just said I love this line–what do you think? They were written to you.

He had gotten home late after a long day’s worth of traveling, and he had gone through his favorite book and written notes for you.

And that, you were certain, was precisely the moment when you fell in love with him.

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Summary: Spencer Reid thinks in black and white, in rights and wrongs, in formulas that lead to concrete answers. That’s just the way it’s always been—until he finds himself in an art class led by a teacher who shows him that there might just be another way.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Chapter Word count: 4.8k

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Your gaze snapped to him. “You’ve been ignoring me.” The hurt in your eyes was unmistakable, and the realization that he had done that, that he had put that there, made him wish the floor would open up and swallow him whole. You sank down onto the edge of the couch. “What’s going on?” It was an offering, a way out, a way to fix things. All he had to say was something—anything. “Nothing,” he said instead. “I—I’ve just been tired.” 

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