Iâve been a long time fan fic reader and Iâve finally worked up the courage to write some of my own.
Just posting for fun. Please no hate on my page. My goal is to spread some fun, love, joy & a bit of Spencer Reid into everyoneâs lives.
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Summary: You notice something new sitting on Spencerâs desk, a photo of the two of you.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! GN Reader
Category: Fluff (my specialty!)
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You didnât notice it at first.
You walk into the bullpen like itâs any other morning. Coffee in one hand, hair still slightly damp from your shower, mentally preparing for paperwork. Spencer is already at his desk, looking unfairly good looking in a cardigan that should be illegal at eight in the morning.
You give him a sleepy smile and a kiss on the cheek as you pass âMorning, Spencer.â
His answering smile is warm and just a little nervous. âMorning.â
Nothing unusual. Nothing suspicious. Just normal. Until you sit down at your desk and Emily nearly drops her coffee.
âOh my god,â she whispers, eyes wide, staring at something over your shoulder. âNo way.â
You turn, confused, until you see it.
On Spencerâs desk, right beside his government issued monitor and an aggressively neat stack of files, is a silver picture frame. Inside the frame is a photo of you and him.
Itâs the one Garcia took a few weeks ago. Both of you at Rossiâs barbecue, laughing at something Morgan said, Spencer mid smile, you leaning into him without even realizing it.
Your breath catches.
You have never seen anything personal on Spencerâs desk. Not once. Not in all the months you have worked together. No family photos. No souvenirs. Nothing that was not strictly federal.
But there you are, on his desk. Youâd only been dating for a few weeks, after trying to hide your feelings for one another for what felt like a lifetime. Your heart swelled.
JJ walks in moments later, spots it, and stops in her tracks. âOh wow. Thatâs new.â
Morgan appears behind her, eyebrows lifting so high they almost leave his face. âPretty bold move for pretty boy.â
Spencer, who has been pretending very hard not to notice the chaos building around him, finally looks up. âIs something happening?â
Morgan points dramatically. âOh, we are acknowledging it, because that is a statement.â
Spencer adjusts his glasses, cheeks flushing.
âIt is just a photo.â
JJ smiles softly. âItâs the first personal thing you have ever put on your desk.â
Garcia comes barreling in like she was summoned by emotional disturbance. One glance and sheâs gone. âSpencer Reid, you are a romantic icon.â
Spencer sinks a little lower in his chair. âI do not⌠it is notâŚâ
You stand slowly, heart pounding, and walk over to him. You lean down, voice quiet enough for only him. âYou put that here?â Spencer swallows, eyes flicking up to yours. âYeah.â
âWhy?â You hadnât discussed putting labels on your relationship yet, but this in itself stood for so much, was this his way of telling you what you meant to him?
He hesitates for a moment, then answers quietly. âBecause having you right here all the time makes the day feel less heavy.â
Your chest goes warm and full all at once. Before you can respond, Morgan whistles. âMan just dropped a love poem in the middle of the FBI.â
Spencer clears his throat, flustered. âI can take it down if it makes you uncomfortable.â You shake your head immediately. âNo. I love it.â
A blush rises high on his cheeks, soft and relieved and completely undone.
You press a quick kiss to his temple, forgetting entirely that you are at work, and the bullpen explodes into sound. They were still getting used to the two of you dating.
Garcia squeals. Emily claps. Morgan looks like he is about to faint from joy. Rossi strolls in just in time to witness the madness and mutters, âAh, young love,â like he is narrating a documentary.
Spencer hides his face in his hands. âThis is a lot.â You sit on the edge of his desk, bumping your knee against his. âTell you what.â
He peeks up, wary. âWhat?â
âIf you are going to have a framed photo of us on your deskâŚâ You smile. ââŚthen I want one on mine.â
Spencerâs eyes widen. âReally?â You nod. âReally.â
The next morning, you walk into work and find a matching frame waiting on your desk. Same photo, same silver border, placed neatly beside your files.
You look over at Spencer and he is already watching you, that small shy smile pulling at his mouth. You tap the frame once and smile back.
And somehow the entire day feels lighter than it did yesterday.
Summary: Your secret relationship gets exposed at Garciaâs Halloween party, and your lack of subtlety is to blame.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN BAU Reader
Genre: Fluff
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Penelope Garciaâs apartment looked like Halloween had exploded inside it â orange fairy lights, fog machine, a candy cauldron, and at least three different versions of Dracula circulating the room.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter, plastic cup in hand, pretending to listen to JJ and Emily discuss their costume coordination when you felt itâŚThat stare.
Across the room, Spencer Reid â your very secret boyfriend of 2 months, was failing miserably at pretending not to be in love with you. He looked effortlessly demure in his Edgar Allan Poe costume, and his gaze hadnât left you for more than ten seconds all night.
You smirked into your drink. He didnât even notice when Morgan handed him another soda. When his eyes met yours again â soft, warm, and way too obvious â you set your cup down. You crossed the room slowly, ignoring the way he swallowed nervously when you approached.
âSpencer,â you murmured low enough for only him to hear, brushing past his arm as you headed down the hallway, âIf youâre gonna stare at me like that all night, you could at least be subtle about it.â
You didnât wait to see if he followed â you knew he would.
Inside the dimly lit guest room, you barely had time to close the door before he stepped in after you, cheeks pink.
âI wasnâtââ
âStaring?â you teased, backing him up against the wall. âSpencer, youâve been burning holes in me since we walked in.â
He blushed harder. âYou lookâŚitâs hard not to look!â Your grin softened into something slower, slyer. âThen maybe you should stop trying to hide it.â
You kissed him first â quick, testing â but he responded immediately, hands finding your waist, then your back, until the kiss deepened and you both forgot about the party entirely. The world outside blurred into muffled bass and distant laughter while your fingers tugged gently at his tie and his lips grew bolder, confident, tasting faintly of soda and something sweeter.
You didnât hear the door open until you heard Emilyâs voice. âOh my God!â she laughed, one hand over her mouth. âYou two areâ wow. OkayâŚWow. I think Iâm scarred for life.â
You froze. Spencerâs head dropped against your shoulder, groaning quietly while you tried not to laugh.
When Emily shut the door again (after a dramatic âCarry on, lovebirds!â), you turned to Spencer, mortified and laughing at the same time. âWell,â you said, âso much for subtle.â
He smirked, eyes glinting. âFunny,â he murmured, lips brushing your ear, âI was just about to say that to you.â
When you and Spencer stepped back into the party, it felt like stepping into a firing line.
Every conversation had stopped. Every pair of eyes turned. And all your teammates looked way too entertained.
Emily was the first to speak, sipping her drink like sheâd been waiting for this moment. âWell, well, well,â she said, smirking. âLook who came up for air.â
You choked on a laugh; Spencer went bright pink immediately. âIâ we were justââ he started, running a hand through his hair, but JJ cut in, grinning. âPlease donât say âtalking,â because that doorâs been closed for twenty minutes.â
Penelope gasped theatrically from the couch. âTwenty-three, actually. I timed it!â
You groaned. âYou what?â
Morgan was grinning ear to ear, leaning back with his drink. âSo, when were you gonna tell us, pretty boy?â
Spencer blinked. âTell you⌠what?â
âThat you and Y/N are a thing!â Garcia cried. âYou two just waltzed in here looking like you walked off a rom-com blooper reel!â
You covered your face with your hands. âThis is so much worse than getting caught.â
Emily crossed her arms, raising a brow. âSo? How longâs this been going on?â
Spencer hesitated â the tiniest pause â and it was so obvious. JJ grinned like sheâd just cracked a case. âOh my God, itâs been a while, hasnât it?â
âNo!â you said quickly. âI meanâ not long! Justâ a couple of months!â Garcia gasped again, scandalized. âMonths ?! Months?! How dare you not tell me!â
Spencer sighed, looking helplessly at you, his cheeks still pink. âYou know theyâre not going to stop until we give them specifics.âYou nudged him gently. âYou might as well tell them, genius.â
He adjusted his tie, mumbling under his breath. âTwo months, thirteen days and almost fourteen hours.â
Morganâs eyes widened, grin even bigger. âTwo months? And youâre already making out at a party? Man, Reid, I underestimated you.â
âPlease stop saying âmaking out,ââ Spencer muttered, his face now fully red.
JJ laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. âHeâs blushing! This is officially my favourite night of the year.â You bit your lip, trying not to smile as you slipped your hand into his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âDonât worry,â you whispered. âTheyâll forget about it eventuallyâ hopefully.â
Spencer gave you a doubtful look and groaned quietly, burying his face in your shoulder. âWeâre never living this down.â
You smiled, resting your head lightly against his. âOkay, maybe not,â you murmured, âbut I think itâs worth it.â He looked up at you, the corner of his mouth curving despite himself. âYeah,â he said softly, âMe too.â
And as the team continued to tease, you caught Garcia whispering to Emily â âTheyâre disgustingly cute, arenât they?â â before the music picked back up, the laughter faded, and Spencerâs hand found yours again under the table.
Summary: You tuck a curl behind Spencerâs ear during a briefing, flustering him completely under the amused eyes of the team.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (fem) Reader
Category: Fluff (Can be read as pre or established relationship)
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The team gathered in the PDâs small conference room. Spencer leaned over the casefile spread across the table, hair falling forward into his eyes while he talked through geographic probability clusters. Heâs brilliant, focused, talking a mile a minute; but the strand covering part of his face hadnât moved once.
Everyone else sees data. You just see him. You step beside him and gently brush the soft curl back, fingertips grazing the side of his face as you tuck it behind his ear.
He stops speaking mid-sentence. Breath caught, lips parted, eyes blinking at you like his brain suddenly blue-screened.
âThere. Now we can actually see you,â you murmur softly. He turns pink immediately.
Morgan canât help but poke fun at the now suddenly quiet Spencer. âI think pretty boyâs brain just short circuited.â JJ and Emily softly smirk, also entertained at what theyâre witnessing. Theyâd never seen anyone able to stop Spencer dead in his tracks, mid ramble, as fast as you could.
He tries to recover, clearing his throat, and glancing briefly at the cluttered board, and then right back at you again, like he canât help himself. Thereâs no hiding how undone he is; not from them, and especially not from you.
âIâŚummâŚthank you,â he says softly. You just return to your seat, completely composed, like you didnât just melt him to liquid.
Rossi leans toward Morgan. âHe wonât remember a word he said for the rest of the briefing.â âYeah,â Morgan smirks, âSheâs cooked him.â
You look up from your file and meet Spencerâs eyes again across the table. Slow. Calm. Casual. Then you give him the tiniest smile; warm, confident, intentional. The kind of smile that says: âYes, I know exactly what I did, and Ioved every second of itâ.
Spencer canât help but get lost in your gaze, even if just for the briefest moment. He returns a gentle half smile, still trying to keep his cool . He finally rallies, but the data in front of him might as well be static, because every time that curl shifts like itâs about to fall again, he glances at youâŚlike heâs waiting for you to fix it again.
And he would absolutely let you, teasing and embarrassment be damned.
Summary: You and Spencer watch Doctor Who, eat popcorn, and share your first shy, cozy moment together.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN reader
Category: Fluff (pre-relationship)
The case was finally over. It had been a long week, the kind that left everyone quiet and drained on the way back to the hotel. You and Spencer ended up walking back together, still talking in low voices about anything but work. Thatâs how it came up, Doctor Who.
Youâd mentioned off hand that you were going to unwind with an episode before bed, and Spencerâs head had immediately snapped up. âYou watch Doctor Who?â he asked, like you just told him you spoke ten languages.
âWatch it?â you teased. âIâve seen every episode. Even the lost ones from the â60s â well, the reconstructions, obviously.â
He blinked at you, visibly stunned. âIâve⌠never met anyone whoâs watched all of them.â
And that was how you found yourself in his hotel room an hour later, sitting cross-legged on his bed, a bag of popcorn between you, as the TARDIS whooshed across the screen. âYou know,â you said, popping another kernel into your mouth, âI will never get over how good David Tennantâs run was. Itâs peak Doctor Who.â
Spencer smiled, shifting to lean against the headboard. âThatâs statistically accurate. Most fans rate him as their favourite. Personally, I think Matt Smith brought more emotional depthâŚâYou gasped, cutting him off with mock outrage. âExcuse me? Did you just say Matt Smith over David Tennant?â He grinned, half teasing, half earnest. âI said emotional depth. I didnât say better hair.â You laughed, shaking your head. âOkay, fine. Iâll give you that one.â
The episode rolled on, both of you laughing softly at the same moments, finishing each otherâs quotes, occasionally pausing to debate time travel paradoxes. It was easy, too easy. You liked Spencer from the moment you joined the team, but something about seeing him this relaxed, talking about something you both loved, made your heart feel warm and fluttery in a way that surprised you.
About halfway through the next episode, you shifted a little closer to him to grab more popcorn, your shoulder brushing his. He froze for a moment, clearly debating what to do, then â carefully, almost nervously, he draped an arm around the back of your shoulders.
You glanced up at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. âYou okay there, Doctor?â He looked adorably flustered. âY-yeah. I just thought, since weâre watching a show about time travel and human connection, it might be⌠more appropriate to⌠um⌠sit closer.â You couldnât help it, you laughed quietly and leaned into him fully this time. âThatâs your excuse?â. âItâs the best one Iâve got,â he admitted, his voice a little breathless.
The warmth of his arm around you, the sound of the Doctorâs voice, the faint smell of buttered popcorn. it all blended into something perfect. Comforting. Familiar, even though it was new.
When the credits rolled, you tilted your head toward him. âYou know, this might be my favourite episode.â He smiled down at you. âYouâve seen it dozens of times.â âI meant this one,â you said softly, gesturing between you both.
For a moment, he just looked at you â eyes wide and gentle, the corners of his mouth twitching like he didnât know whether to smile or say something. Finally, he whispered, âMe too.â
The next episode auto-played, but neither of you were really watching anymore. His hand brushed yours once, then again, until finally, you just let your fingers tangle together.
It wasnât a date, not officially, not yet, but you could tell something had both shifted between the two of you, and you couldnât wait to spend more moments like this with each other.
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Summary: Spencer takes you to a science museum, where youâre just enamoured watching him light up with every fact and statistic.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x (gn) reader
Category: Fluff
When Spencer suggested a museum date, youâd said yes before heâd even finished the sentence. You didnât want a fancy dinner or a crowded theatreâ you wanted this: to see the world through his eyes. To watch that brilliant mind of his light up when he talked about things he loved.
And from the moment you stepped through the doors, thatâs exactly what happened. Spencer was in his element.
You stood beside him at an exhibit of ancient artifacts, watching his eyes flick from one display to another, his voice low but animated as he explained everything â the origin, the history, the trivia no one else would ever know.
âDid you know,â he said, pointing to a weathered clay tablet, âthat Mesopotamian astronomers were among the first to track planetary motion? They recorded Venusâs visibility cycles nearly 3,500 years ago.â Most people might have nodded politely. You just smiled, eyes soft. âI didnât know that, thatâs really interesting.â
His expression shifted â a little surprised, a little bashful. But when you said it, you meant it. You loved hearing him talk. You loved that voice, that quick rhythm when he got excited, how his words poured out like he couldnât hold them in.
So he kept going. And you listened â not because you were trying to keep up, but because every fact, every statistic, every spark of enthusiasm was just⌠him.
An hour later, you were in the planetarium â reclining in the dim light as constellations shimmered across the dome ceiling. The narratorâs calm voice filled the space, talking about distant galaxies and dying stars.
You could feel Spencerâs arm brush against yours. He wasnât watching the show anymore â he was watching you. When you turned to meet his gaze, he looked momentarily startled, like heâd been caught studying something far more fascinating than astronomy.
âWhat?â you whispered, smiling. âNothing,â he murmured, shaking his head, a soft pink rising in his cheeks. âI just⌠you look beautiful in starlight.â You bit your lip to hide the grin tugging at your mouth. âThatâs smooth, Dr. Reid.â âIâm not trying to be smooth,â he said quietly. âJust stating facts.â You nuzzled closer into his side, as Spencer pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head.
The two of you moved through the art gallery next, hand in hand. He stopped in front of a painting â a quiet moonlit landscape. âI like this one,â he said softly. âIt feels⌠calm. Like the kind of silence that exists between two people who donât need to fill it.â You leaned your head on his shoulder. âLike us?â He looked down at you, and his expression melted into something so tender it made your chest ache. âYeah,â he whispered. âExactly like us.â
By the time you stepped outside, dusk had painted the city in gold and pink. You stood near the steps, sunlight catching in his hair, your heart feeling full â of him, of the way his words made the world seem bigger, brighter, alive.
âThank you for today,â you said softly. Spencer tilted his head, âFor what?â â âFor everything, for being youâ.
Before he could reply, you cupped his face in both hands and kissed him â deep and slow, until you felt him breathe against you, arms winding around your waist.
âBest date everâ you said breathlessly. His lips curved into that small, beautiful smile youâd do anything to see âNow whoâs the one stating facts?â.
Summary: Garcia buys you both matching mugs that say âFBIâs Cutest Coupleâ
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (gn) Reader
Category: Fluff
The first time you saw the mugs, you almost dropped your coffee. They sat on your desk like two little neon beacons of embarrassment â pastel pink with bold black lettering that read:âFBIâs Cutest Couple đâ
You blinked. Once. Twice. Then looked across the bullpen to see Penelope Garcia watching you from afar, grinning like the cat whoâd swallowed the canary. âGarcia,â you warned, voice low.
She gasped, feigning innocence. âWhat? Me? I have no idea how those got there. They mustâve materialized from the pure energy of your and Boy Wonderâs undying love.â You groaned, rubbing your forehead. âYouâre unbelievable.â
Morgan, of course, chose that moment to stroll by, coffee in hand. âOhhh, what do we have here?â He picked up one of the mugs, reading it aloud in his best announcer voice. ââFBIâs Cutest Couple!â Well damn, Pretty Boy, didnât know you were winning awards now.â
You turned to see Spencer approaching with a stack of files, stopping mid-step when he saw what Morgan was holding. His face went from confused to mortified in seconds. âIâI donât think weâre the cutest couple,â he stammered, pushing his hair back nervously. âStatistically, there are probablyââ Garcia cut in, âOh no, statistics arenât saving you now, Doctor Love.â
Laughter rippled through the bullpen. JJ tried to hide her smile behind a coffee cup, Rossi was shaking his head in amusement, and even Hotchâs mouth twitched just slightly â which, by BAU standards, was practically hysterical laughter. You shot Spencer an apologetic grin and mouthed, sorry.
But later that day, when the laughter had died down and the paperwork piles had grown, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Spencer was sipping coffee. You raised a brow. âYouâre using it?â He glanced up at you, cheeks slightly pink. âWell⌠it was a gift. It would be rude not to.â
You bit your lip to hide your smile. âYouâre kind of adorable, you know that?â He tilted his head, âYou think so?â. You reached for your own matching mug and tapped it gently against his. âGuess weâre official now. The mugs donât lie.â
He chuckled softly â that shy, breathy kind of laugh that made your heart ache. âYou know, I did some reading about rituals that reinforce romantic bondsââ âSpencer,â you interrupted, laughing. âIf you tell me coffee mugs increase relationship longevity, I swearââ He smirked, that rare flash of confidence shining through. âActually⌠they might.â
And just like that, the teasing didnât matter anymore. The mugs sat proudly on your desks from that day forward â little reminders in a world full of chaos that maybe, just maybe, you were allowed something soft.
Every morning, the team would find you both at your desks â both with those ridiculous pink mugs â quietly sharing coffee and smiles before the madness began. And if anyone teased him again, Spencer would just shrug and say, âStatistically speaking, Garcia was right.â
Summary: Spencer is the first to say âI love youâ, and youâre all too happy to reciprocate.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (gn) reader
Category: Fluff
The hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the heater and the occasional shuffle of papers. You and Spencer had been assigned adjoining rooms after a particularly brutal case, but somehow, like always, youâd ended up togetherâhe with a file still in his lap, you stretched out across the bed trying to fight the pull of sleep.
Your eyelids felt heavy, but you didnât want to close them yet. Not while Spencerâs voice was filling the space, low and steady as he recited facts he thought might help with the paperwork. You didnât even care that most of it was a blurâyou just liked listening.
âYou know,â he murmured after a pause, pushing his glasses up his nose, âThe human brain actually needs significantly more rest after periods of prolonged stress. Weâll probably both sleep for twelve hours straight when this case is over.â You chuckled softly. âI wouldnât mind that. Twelve hours in bed sounds perfect right now.â
He glanced at you, and for the first time all night, he wasnât looking at the pages in front of him. Just at you. His expression softened, the exhaustion in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that made your chest tighten. âYou look tired,â he said gently, closing the file. âYou should sleep.â You rolled onto your side to face him fully. âYou too. You need it even more than I do.â
He smiled faintly, but there was something in the curve of his lips that looked a little nervous, almost hesitant. Then, in a voice so quiet you almost missed it, he said: âI love you.â
The words hung in the air, unplanned, unguarded. His eyes widened a fraction, like heâd only just realized what heâd said. His mouth openedâprobably to backtrack, to stumble through some kind of explanation. But you didnât let him. âSpencer,â you whispered, your heart racing in the best way, âI love you too.â
The tension melted from his shoulders all at once, replaced by the most relieved, breathtaking smile youâd ever seen. He looked at you like he couldnât quite believe it, like heâd been waiting for this moment and never dared to imagine it would actually come.
He leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, lingering there as if committing the moment to memory. âGood,â he breathed, his voice trembling just a little. âBecause I donât think I could stop, even if I tried.â
You reached for his hand under the covers, threading your fingers through his, and in the quiet glow of the hotel lamp, exhaustion finally pulled you under. The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you was his thumb brushing over your knuckles, steady and sure. And the certainty that he meant every single word.
Summary: Spencer starts leaving you little notes on your desk at work
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (gn) reader
Category: Fluff
Your morning coffee hadnât even kicked in yet when you spotted the little square of yellow waiting on your desk.
A sticky note.
You smiled before even reading itâbecause you already knew whose handwriting it was. Careful, precise, a little rushed at the ends. Spencerâs.
âDid you know honey never spoils? Archaeologists have found pots of it in ancient tombs that are over 3,000 years old and still edible. Sweet, like you.â You felt your cheeks warm as you tucked the note under your keyboard, glancing around the bullpen to make sure no one saw. Spencer was across the room, head ducked over files, pretending he wasnât watching you.
This had been happening for a week now. Each morning when you came in, a new note was waiting: sometimes trivia, sometimes riddles, sometimes something⌠softer. And it was quickly becoming your favorite part of the day.
You scribbled a quick response on the back of the noteââAre you saying Iâm as old as a 3,000-year-old jar of honey, Dr. Reid?ââand dropped it on his desk as you walked past to the copier. You didnât even stop, just let it flutter down and kept going.
By the time you came back, there was another note waiting at your desk. âNot old. Timeless.âYou bit your lip to stop the grin spreading across your face. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment Morgan appeared behind you.
âWhatâs got you smiling like that, y/n?â he asked, leaning over your shoulder to peek at your desk. You scrambled to cover the sticky with a file, your heart lurching. âNothing! Justâuhâthinking about a case.â Morgan raised a brow, smirking. âRight. Thinking about a case makes you blush now?â
Across the room, Spencer was frozen, wide-eyed, as if Morgan had just uncovered a crime scene. You shot him a tiny lookâhalf warning, half amusementâand he ducked his head so fast you thought his neck might snap. Morgan didnât push, thankfully. He just chuckled, muttered something about âsecrets in this office,â and walked off.
You exhaled, grabbed the sticky, and tucked it safely in your pocket. Later tonight, when it was just you and Spencer, youâd tease him about how smooth âtimelessâ was. But for now, the secret notes were yours alone. And you wouldnât trade them for anything.
Summary: When a local detective asks Y/N out, their reluctant yes sparks Reidâs jealousy, leading to a confrontation that uncovers their mutual feelings.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (gn) Reader
Category: Fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint
Youâd only been with the BAU for a few months, but somehow Spencer Reid had become your favorite part of every case. He was brilliant, awkward in a way that made you ache to reassure him, and shared all the same obscure interests as you. It was easy, natural âalmost dangerous how quickly you bonded. Because you were sure heâd never look at you that way. Not Spencer Reid.
So when a local detective asked you out while the team wrapped up a case, you smiled too politely and said yes. Not because you wanted to go. But because maybe it would finally shove Spencer out of your head. You didnât realize Spencer had been standing just a few steps away.
âYou said yes?â His voice was quiet but sharp, the edge of disbelief slicing through his normally gentle tone.
You blinked at him. âWhat?â âThat copââ he tilted his head toward the officer now across the room, ââyou agreed to go on a date with him?â
Heat flushed your cheeks. âWhy do you care, Spencer?â you asked, a little more defensively than you meant to.
He pushed his hands into his pockets, restless. âBecause⌠because I donât understand why youâd say yes when you clearly didnât want to.â His eyes finally met yours, a storm of frustration and something else, something rawer. âYou were frowning while you answered him.â
You swallowed hard. âSo what if I didnât want to? Itâs not like I have⌠anyone else asking.ââThatâs not true.â The words tumbled out of him, rushed, almost desperate.
You crossed your arms. âThen who, Reid? Who exactly is lining up for me?â Spencer stepped closer, lowering his voice, his usual hesitancy cracking under the weight of his jealousy. âMe.â
Your heart stopped. He blinked, realizing what heâd just admitted, but instead of backtracking, he pressed forward. âI didnât want you to go out with him because I wanted to ask you myself. And I didnât think youâd ever⌠that youâd ever even consider me that way, but then you said yes to him and Iââ
âSpencer,â you cut him off, breathless, âyou think I donât feel the same? I only said yes because I thought you would never like me as more than a friend.â
Silence fell, thick with everything unspoken. Then slowly, as if testing fate, his hand brushed against yours. âCan Iââ his voice cracked softly, ââcan I take you out instead?â You nodded, smiling for real this time. âPlease.â
His relief was palpable, his grin boyish and awkward and perfect. And before you could stop yourself, you leaned up and kissed him. It was soft & gentle, enough to make both of you forget about the case files, the busy precinct, the officer youâd just turned down in your heart.
When you pulled back, his cheeks were flushed but his eyes were glowing. âGuess I should go cancel that date,â you teased. Spencer chuckled, âDefinitely.â
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Summary: When pregnant reader is too far along to travel with Spencer & the team, Spencer creates a custom y/n dossier for Garcia whilst heâs gone.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (Fem) reader
Category: Fluff
The call came late at night, a case three states away. Normally youâd be boarding the jet with the rest of the team, but your doctor had been firm: no long-distance travel in the third trimester. So, reluctantly, you stayed behind in Quantico with Garcia, your husband pacing your apartment like a restless cat before he finally left for the jet. And if Spencer Reid couldnât look after you? He was going to make absolutely sure everyone else knew how.
The hum of the engines filled the cabin as the team settled in for the long flight. Morgan leaned back in his seat, smirking. âSo, Pretty Boy, howâs it feel leaving your wife behind for the first time in months?â Spencer didnât answer. Instead, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a thick, color-coded folder. It landed on the table with a heavy thunk.
JJ blinked. âWhat is that?â Spencer flipped it open with the crisp precision of someone unveiling classified intel. âY/Nâs pregnancy dossier. Iâve made multiple copies. In case Garcia or anyone needs information while Iâm gone.â Emily snorted, half amused, half exasperated. âYou made a case file on your wifeâs pregnancy?â Spencerâs brow furrowed. âItâs not a case file. Itâs a comprehensive guide.âRossi, sitting across from him, raised a brow. âLetâs see it, kid.
Inside, neatly tabbed and highlighted, were sections that could rival any Bureau training manual:
⢠Doctor Contacts: OB/GYN, nurse line, and emergency numbers, typed in triplicate and laminated.
⢠Dietary Notes: Cravings (pickles, sour candy, lemon water) and aversions (coffee smell, garlic). Each note had small sublists: acceptable substitutes, safe snacks, preferred brands.
⢠Emergency Protocols: Step-by-step instructions on what to do if contractions started early, complete with annotated maps of the fastest routes from your apartment and Quantico HQ to three different hospitals.
⢠Comfort List: Methods for soothing nausea, headaches, or anxiety. One note read: She likes when I read aloud to her. Dr. Seuss works surprisingly well.
Morgan nearly fell out of his chair laughing. âYou made a comfort strategy section? Spencer bristled. âItâs important! Lavender tea helps when sheâs nauseous, and lying on her left side reduces pressure on the vena cavaâŚâ JJ covered her mouth, grinning. âSpence, this is adorable.â Emily flipped through a page. âWaitâyou even wrote down snack brands? Down to the flavor of gummies?â Spencer straightened, defensive. âShe prefers watermelon sour gummies. The cherry ones upset her stomach.â Hotch and Rossi chuckled, shaking their heads.
Meanwhile, you were curled up on Garciaâs couch sipping tea and reading over case files. Penelope peeked at you over her tablet, eyes sparkling. âDo you know,â she said, âyour husband handed me a whole encyclopedia before we even took off? Itâs like âThe Official Reid Handbook to Y/N + the baby.â With color tabs.â You groaned, covering your face. âOh God. He didnât.â
Garcia grinned. âOh honey, he did. It is disgustingly adorable.â She continued to beam as she started showing you the folder. You laughed softly, heart warming. âOf course he did.â
Summary: Spencer Reid & y/n at home after the celebrations
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (fem) reader
Category: Fluff
You kicked off your shoes the moment the door shut behind you, sighing in relief. Spencer trailed behind, jacket draped over his arm, his other hand still holding yours like he was afraid to let go.
The apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the warm glow of a lamp. You set your bag down and turned to him with a soft laugh. âWell, that was⌠a lot.â He gave you a crooked smile, shy and boyish. âI was⌠terrified, honestly. The entire time.â âYou didnât look terrified,â you teased gently, moving closer. âYou looked perfect.â His eyes flickered down to the ring on your finger, as though still not convinced it was real. He reached out, brushing his thumb across it, then looked back at you with wonder written all over his face. âYou said yes.â
You smiled, cupping his cheek. âOf course I said yes. Spencer, did you really think I wouldnât?â âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âSometimes I still canât believe you chose me.â Your heart ached at the sincerity in his tone. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. âIâll choose you every day, for the rest of my life.â
The words made his breath hitch, and he pulled you closer, wrapping his long arms around you like he wanted to shield you from the entire world. For a while, you just stood there, breathing each other in, the noise and excitement of the day melting away until it was just the two of you.
Eventually, Spencer guided you to the couch, tugging you gently down beside him. He curled into you, his head resting against your shoulder, your fingers automatically sliding into his hair âYou know,â you murmured, âI think today might be my favorite memory. Ever.â He tilted his head up, eyes soft. âMine too. Although,â he added with a small smile, âI think weâre about to make a lot more.â You laughed quietly, kissing his temple. âI think so too.â
The two of you sat in that quiet cocoon for what felt like hoursâno cases, no danger, no interruptions. Just you, your fiancĂŠ, and the promise of a future that finally felt within reach.
When you finally drifted off against him, Spencer pulled a blanket over you both, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. âI love you,â he whispered into the silence, even though you were already half-asleep. And for the first time in a long time, he felt completely, utterly at peace.
Cheers were still echoing through the bullpen when Spencer finally pulled back, his cheeks flushed pink, his hand never leaving yours. You couldnât stop staring at the ring, the way it caught the lightâand the way his hands shook as he slipped it on you.
Morgan was the first to break the moment, striding over and clapping Reid on the shoulder so hard the poor man nearly stumbled. âKid, I never thought Iâd see the day. Look at you, down on one knee in the middle of the office.â
âDonât tease him,â JJ scolded, though she was grinning ear to ear, wiping at her own eyes. âThat was beautiful, Spencer.â Emily leaned against her desk, smirking. âWell, I guess now we know who the most romantic member of the team is.â
âExcuse me,â Garciaâs voice rang out dramatically, fanning her face with a neon-pink folder. âI cried. Actual tears. This was like the Notebook meets Doctor Whoâutterly perfect.â She grabbed your hand, turning it so the ring sparkled. âOh my god, look at this! Reid, you did good. So classy.â Spencer stammered, âI-I, um, I had help.â His eyes flicked toward Rossi, who just raised his glass of sparkling water like heâd orchestrated the entire thing.
The bullpen, usually a place of tension and deadlines, now buzzed like a family gathering. Everyone kept taking turns hugging you, lovingly teasing Spencer, and admiring the ring. Finally, Rossi clapped his hands together. âAlright, enough lingering. This calls for a toast. My place. Tonight. Iâll open the good wine.â The suggestion was met with cheers and agreement, and a few hours later, you found yourself sitting at Rossiâs long dining table, the entire team gathered around like family at Thanksgiving. Plates of pasta and bottles of wine covered the table. The laughter was warm, the conversation flowing.
Morgan leaned over his glass, smirking at Spencer. âSo, genius, did you practice that speech in the mirror?â Spencerâs ears went bright red. âN-no. I mean, maybe once. Or twice.â Emily chuckled. âAdmit it, Reid, you probably wrote it down, quoted three philosophers, and timed it down to the secondââNot⌠exactly,â he muttered, though his shy smile gave him away.
You reached under the table, squeezing his hand. He glanced at you, his entire expression softening in a way that made your heart flutter. For a moment, the teasing and noise faded, and it was just himâyour fiancĂŠ.
JJ raised her glass, her voice cutting through the chatter. âTo Spencer and Y/Nâtwo of the most brilliant, stubborn, wonderful people I know. May your future be full of love and happiness⌠and maybe fewer crime scenes.ââHere, here!â Garcia chimed, lifting her glittery glass. Everyone toasted, laughter spilling around the table.
Later that night, after goodbyes and hugs, you and Spencer finally slipped out. The drive home was quiet, his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly.
When you reached your apartment, you turned to him, still dazed with happiness. âYou really surprised me today, Spencer. I did not see that coming, Iâm still in shockâ He tilted his head, smiling in that gentle, boyish way. âI wanted to propose where it all started. The BAU isnât just where I workâitâs where I met you. And⌠I wanted everyone whoâs like family to us to be there.â You kissed him softly, whispering against his lips, âIt was perfect.â Spencer rested his forehead against yours, whispering, âYouâre perfect.â
And in that quiet moment, you realized this wasnât just the aftermath of a proposalâit was the beginning of forever.
Summary: Spencer proposes to you right where he met you, at the BAU.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (fem) reader
Your brows furrowed. Something was off. Before you could ask, Spencer appeared at your side, fidgeting with his tie the way he always did when he was nervous. âHey, Y/N. Can you, uh⌠can you come with me for a second?âYou gave him a curious look but nodded, standing. âSure. Whatâs going on?â
Instead of answering, he gently took your hand and led you toward the centre of the bullpen. Suddenly, everyoneâs voices quieted, the whole team watching you and Spencer.
Spencer turned to face you, his hazel eyes warm but nervous. âYou know,â he began, his voice soft but steady, âThis is the exact spot where I met you. Right here in this office. I remember the first time you walked inâyou had that determined look in your eyes, and I thought⌠well, I thought Iâd never be brave enough to talk to you. But somehow, you made it easy.â
You felt your chest tighten, eyes already stinging. He let out a shaky laugh, glancing quickly at the team before focusing on you again. âWeâve been through so much togetherâcases that nearly broke us, late nights, coffee runs, quiet moments where you reminded me that I wasnât alone. You became my anchor in all of this, Y/N.â
The bullpen remained completely silent, all eyes on you both. Spencer reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Your breath hitched. He slowly dropped to one knee, his hair falling slightly into his face, his long fingers trembling as he flipped open the box to reveal a delicate ring that sparkled under the fluorescent lights.
âY/N, you turned this officeâthe place where I once only saw pain and violenceâinto the place where I found love. And I canât imagine my life, or this job, without you. SoâŚâ his voice cracked just a little, âWill you marry me?â
For a second, the world seemed to stop. Your hands flew to your mouth as tears slipped down your cheeks. âYes,â you whispered, then louder, âYes, Spencer. Of course, yes!â
The bullpen erupted into cheers. JJ clapped her hands over her mouth, Emily let out a whoop, and Garcia squealed so loudly it echoed down the hall. Morgan shouted, âThatâs my boy!â while Rossi smirked knowingly like heâd seen this coming for months.
Spencer slid the ring onto your finger, his hands still trembling, then stood to pull you into his arms. You kissed him as the team applauded, the bullpen buzzing with excitement. As you pulled away, breathless and glowing, Spencer whispered against your ear, âNow the place where we met is also the place where our forever started.â
And in that moment, surrounded by your BAU family, it was perfect.
Summary: The BAU team gets a new recruit, y/n, whose Australian accent catches Spencerâs attention.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (fem) reader
***This is my first ever fan fic! Been wanting to start for a while, so I thought Iâd just take a leap and do it*** Not sure if Iâll work up the courage for a part 2, weâll see xx
The bullpen was unusually quiet when Hotch walked in with the newest member of the team. A woman with alert eyes taking everything in.
âEveryone,â Hotch announced, âThis is Agent y/n. Our newest addition to the team.â Spencer listened as Hotch introduced SSA y/n, and her impressive qualifications.
One by one, they all introduced each other, but Spencer Reid froze halfway through stacking a file on his desk. He had heard her speakâjust a simple, âNice to meet you allââand his brain short-circuited.
The accent rolled across the room like a warm tide, unexpected and melodic. He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as though words might reorganize themselves in his head if he did it enough.
âYouâre⌠Australian?â he blurted, far too loud. y/n tilted her head, amused. âThatâd be correct. I hope the accent isnât too distracting.â
Reid flushed, tugging at his mismatched tie. âNo, no, not at all. Actually, well, accents are fascinating. Linguistic markersâintonation, vowel lengthening, prosody. Yours is⌠um, statistically, Australians tend to reduce diphthongs by twenty percentââ He stopped when he realized the entire team was staring at him like heâd just started reciting Pi to the thousandth digit.
Y/n smiled, eyes catching his. âThatâs a very polite way of saying you like the sound of my voice.â Spencerâs mouth went dry. He pushed his hair behind his ear, stammering, âWellâIâI didnât meanâitâs just thatââ She leaned a little closer, dropping her voice low. âRelax. Iâll take it as a compliment.â
Spencer took a much needed breath, replying âIâm Doctor Spencer Reid by the way, but you can call me Spencerâ.
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