"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we're from the same star" - Emery Allen

The young genius of the BAU & The quirky author. Spencer had accidentally walked into people before, but no one quite like her. For starters, she had a banana peel on her head. {I do not own Criminal Minds. I only own my characters and added plot.} Published; May 13 2022. Completed; TBD.

He's a doctor in the FBI & She makes swords for a living. Neither are what you'd expect. Somehow, that might just be what makes them perfect for each other. {I do not have the rights to Criminal Minds, just to any OC's and my plot.} Published; July 22 2022. Completed; TBD

"You know, caffeine is still an addiction, Dr. Reid." "If you're basing that on the quantity of coffee I consume, then you have an addiction to pasta, Dr. Hawthe." ~~~~~~ "Have you seen the way he looks at her? I've never seen him gaze at someone like that." "What, like he's about to jump her? Rossi, I've never even seen him look at a woman in general without getting red in the face." Emily shook her head. "Morgan, give him some credit; no one has ever paid as much attention to him as Natalia does." "Its true." Rossi chuckled. "Still, in all the years I've known her, I've never seen her ready to pounce someone like that either." ~~~~~ "Spencer?" Spencer's breath caught in his throat, every muscle in his upper body tensing in an attempt to stop himself from throwing her against the nearest wall. "Yeah..?" Natalia's heterochromatic eyes raked over him, and she let out a breathe. "We both know exactly what we want...why do you keep running from me?" The man nearly whined. He barely contained himself as it was; he couldn't breathe, couldn't think around her. "Because girls like you don't fall for guys like me." "...Says who?" -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- # 1 in criminalminds 3/26/2020 # 1 in fbi 4/16/2020 # 1 in reid 4/16/2020 # 1 in spencerreid 4/16/2020 -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- DISCONTINUED DUE TO THE AUTHOR GETTING TIRED OF SEEING CRISTISM AND NEGATIVITY IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. NO LONGER PASSIONATE ENOUGH TO UPDATE BECAUSE EVEN WHEN SHE DOES, SHE CANNOT MAGICALLY PLEASE EVERYONE. PLEASE ENJOY WHAT IS HERE IF YOU LIKE IT, I REALLY DID APPRECIATE EVERYONE WHO DID ENJOY IT AND IT WAS MADE FOR FOLKS LIKE YOU. HOWEVER, IF YOU DONT LIKE SOMETHING UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL WORK NOR IS IT YOUR FIC AND THUS ITS LITERALLY JUST NOT MEANT FOR YOU. TAKE YOUR NEGATIVITY AND MOVE ON TO A DIFFERENT FIC.

A hyper-independent artist makes her awkward attempt at love when she asks to sketch her park crush, who happens to be Dr. Spencer Reid. What ensues next is the worst night of her life and the life-wrecking aftermath with a romance that has barely even budded. Her wild dreams of artistic fame and fear of love lead to a whirlwind of a story about the messiness of life, mental health, and the meaning of success, love, and friendship. A tender but messy slow-burn.

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

In which Boy Genius finds love in a ballerina.