Hey, you know when spencer is doing his physics magic thing and it lands on emily head then she asks him how this works but he refuses to tell her claiming a true magician never reveals his secrets but when the reader asks him he agrees to show her immediately cuz he's so whipped and everyone's is like 🤨🤨🤨
Also happy birthday i hope you have a great year full of happiness 🫶🏻✨️❤️
magic — spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n )
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a/n: hiii !! spencer looked so cute in this scene i love early szns spence <3 also tysm that's so sweet !!! <333 also i couldnt find the a gif for this scene so this gif will have to do
You, JJ, and Garcia had gathered behind Spencer, who was seated in one of the rolling chairs, his frame hunched over a small film cannister on the desk.
He had promised to show you all a "physics magic trick," though so far, nothing magical—or even remotely interesting—had happened.
JJ glanced at you, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Nothing is happening," she whispered.
You shrugged, leaning slightly over Spencer's shoulder to get a better look at whatever he was tinkering with.
Spencer, however, seemed to be struggling. His hands fidgeted with the small plastic device on the desk, but his focus was clearly divided.
The warmth of you standing so close behind him was distracting, and he could feel the faint brush of your breath against his neck.
He cleared his throat. "Shhh, watch," he said, his voice cracking slightly and rising an octave higher than usual.
You raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick, amused glance with JJ.
Spencer’s enthusiasm was endearing, even if the trick itself seemed to be taking its sweet time.
You leaned in a little closer, your chin nearly resting on his shoulder, and you could’ve sworn you saw the tips of his ears turn pink.
And then it happened.
The small plastic device—a tiny black spring-loaded film cannister—suddenly sprang to life. With a sharp ping, it launched into the air, flying in a high arc across the bullpen. You watched, wide-eyed, as it sailed over the desks and directly toward the doorway.
Emily chose that exact moment to walk in.
The plastic projectile hit her squarely on the forehead with a soft thunk.
She froze mid-step, her hand instinctively flying to the spot where it had struck. "Ow! What—?" she exclaimed.
Spencer looked mortified. His hands flailing as he stammered out an apology. "I’m so sorry, Emily!
You couldn’t help it—a burst of laughter escaped you, quickly followed by JJ and Garcia joining in.
Emily rubbed her forehead, glaring at him. "What was that?" she asked.
Your laughter only grew louder at Spencer’s flustered expression, and the sound of it made his heart hammer in his chest. He couldn’t help but glance at you, his cheeks flushing even deeper.
"Don’t you recognize a rocket when you see one?" Garcia chimed in, her grin widening as she nudged Spencer playfully.
Spencer's voice rose slightly in defense. "I was merely demonstrating a fundamental physics law! I didn’t mean to—"
Emily waved him off, her curiosity now piqued. "Oh, show me," she said, walking over to the table where you were all gathered. She leaned in, her eyes scanning the small film cannister Spencer had been tinkering with. "How does it work?"
Spencer hesitated, then shook his head. "A magician never reveals his secrets," he said, his tone mock-serious as he gestured for her to turn around. Emily rolled her eyes but complied, stepping back as Spencer reset the device.
Spencer managed to show the trick again, but not without getting into trouble with Hotch. The girls immediately went back to their desks. Staying there even after Hotch went back to his office.
But you stayed at Spencer's desk.
You leaned against it, your arms casually crossed as you watched him fiddle with the small film cannister. “Spencer,” you said softly, causing him to tilt his head up to look at you.
“Yeah?” he replied, his voice low and slightly hesitant, the way it always was when he talked to you. It was endearing, the way he got so shy, as if he were afraid of saying the wrong thing.
“How did you do that trick?” you asked, giving him your sweetest smile. You knew he’d mentioned something about magicians never revealing their secrets, but you couldn’t resist teasing him a little.
Spencer hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping back to the device in his hands.
He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, clearly torn between his love of sharing knowledge and his earlier declaration about magicians and their secrets.
But then he looked up at you again, and whatever resolve he had crumbled under the warmth of your smile.
“Well…” he began, his voice softening as he gave in. He gestured for you to lean in closer, and you did.
His words came quickly at first, a rapid-fire explanation of potential energy, kinetic energy, and the calculations needed to make the trick work. As he spoke, his tone grew more animated, his hands moving to illustrate his points.
You listened intently, nodding along, though half your attention was on the way his eyes sparkled with excitement.
When he finished explaining, he glanced at you, almost shyly. “Want to try it?” he asked.
You grinned. “Absolutely.”
Spencer handed you the small plastic device, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.
The contact was brief, but it sent a little jolt through you, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush.
He guided you through the steps, his voice soft, his hands hovering near yours ready to help if needed.
Your fingers brushed against his again as you adjusted the device, and you could feel the faint tremor in his hand.
It was subtle, but it was there, and it made your heart skip a beat.
Just as you were about to launch the film cannister, Emily’s voice cut through the moment. “Hey, are you showing her how to do that physics trick?” she asked, her tone accusatory.
She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Spencer. “You said no one was allowed to know.”
JJ, who had been quietly observing from her desk, looked up at Emily’s words, her own eyebrow quirking in curiosity.
You glanced at Spencer, who looked like a deer caught in headlights, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a response.
But before he could say anything, you grinned and leaned back against the desk, your tone teasing. “Guess I’m special.”
Spencer’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he might combust on the spot.
Emily shook her head. “Special, huh? Reid, you’re full of surprises.”
JJ smirked, adding, “Looks like someone’s got a soft spot.”
Spencer stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red. “I—it’s not—I mean, she just—uh—”
You couldn’t help but laugh, and Spencer’s flustered expression only made it harder to stop. “Relax, Spence,” you said, gently nudging his arm. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
He looked at you, his eyes softening, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room had faded away. “Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emily and JJ exchanged a knowing look before returning to their work, leaving the two of you alone once more. You stayed there, leaning against his desk, as you asked him more questions about his magic tricks.