I haven't written a fic in years, honestly it takes me a long time feel the desire to write again. Anyway, I always envisioned spencer reid as nonbinary. So here's some enby reid. I don't see enough. TW for misgendering-ish as reid doesn't really realize till the end of the story.
Spencer had always known that there was something off about him. And it wasn't just for the fact that he was an absolute genius with an eidetic memory, that alone had gotten him enough stares.
No, Spencer had always felt different from the other boys. He never felt the need to spend his time watching sports, unlike his father. He had always felt more comfortable when he had been surrounded by books and schoolwork. He was always bullied for such reasons, always ostracized. At least that's what he always assumed it to be.
Spencer didn't actually begin to notice the subtle changes to his thought process until he was around 14. It started off small, everyone around him had been changing, growing. He always knew he would be on the lankier side, but something about that fact was comforting. He took solace in that he was not as big and tough as all the other boys. The others would always tease him for his long hair or his softer features, but he liked them. They made him feel like he wasn't confined in a box of obligations.
But there were always the discomforts. He would never tell anyone, but when he would look in the mirror, he would scowl at his reflection. He felt like an entirely different person than who he was supposed to be. He never wanted to bring any of it up though, it would only bring the conversation to the many possibilities he never wanted to think of.
He didn't even want to start on how people would speak to him. He withered at the thought.
"Spencer's a genius, ask him."
Him.
It wasn't until he began training in the academy that he found there might be more to him then he ever would've expected.
He always found himself on the lonelier side. Not one for going out of his way to befriend everyone. Sure he made a few friends here and there. One in particular he had even taken a liking to, but alas Ethan had never been one for profiling people like Spencer had, therefore he never picked up on his affections.
One day in particular his discomfort had clouded his judgement. He decided to give in and speak to someone about it. One of his few friends.
"I think what you may be experiencing is gender dysphoria."
Spencer raised his eyebrows.
"Have you ever considered that you might be Nonbinary?"
"Nonbinary?"
He knew what it meant. He knew what gender dysphoria was. He knew the definition of non-binary. His whole life the word would stick in his brain like a magnet.
The woman across from him shuffled in her seat.
"Yeah, it means that one doesn't identify with gender binary." She stated as she was picking at her nails.
"Oh."
There it was. That discomfort.
He gave in.
"How would you know?" Spencer cautiously approached the topic.
The woman stopped picking at her nails for a brief second to glance over at Spencer.
"I think you already do." She flashed them a warm smile.
sorry like i said i haven't written anything in two years so it's tough to collect my thoughts. i don't know how to put gender dysphoria into words but it could also be bc i'm tired. also enby reid rights.