I’ve been a long time fan fic reader and I’ve 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 everyone’s lives.
- I’m trying to write more GN reader fics, which will be labeled as such, but please let me know if I have made any pronoun errors in those fics so I can fix them
- All my fics are tagged #reidersdigest
- I’ll try to put together a masterlist once I figure out how
Summary: You notice something new sitting on Spencer’s desk, a photo of the two of you.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! GN Reader
Category: Fluff (my specialty!)
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You didn’t notice it at first.
You walk into the bullpen like it’s 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 “Morning, Spencer.”
His answering smile is warm and just a little nervous. “Morning.”
Nothing unusual. Nothing suspicious. Just normal. Until you sit down at your desk and Emily nearly drops her coffee.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, eyes wide, staring at something over your shoulder. “No way.”
You turn, confused, until you see it.
On Spencer’s 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.
It’s the one Garcia took a few weeks ago. Both of you at Rossi’s 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 Spencer’s 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. You’d 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. “Oh wow. That’s new.”
Morgan appears behind her, eyebrows lifting so high they almost leave his face. “Pretty bold move for pretty boy.”
Spencer, who has been pretending very hard not to notice the chaos building around him, finally looks up. “Is something happening?”
Morgan points dramatically. “Oh, we are acknowledging it, because that is a statement.”
Spencer adjusts his glasses, cheeks flushing.
“It is just a photo.”
JJ smiles softly. “It’s the first personal thing you have ever put on your desk.”
Garcia comes barreling in like she was summoned by emotional disturbance. One glance and she’s gone. “Spencer Reid, you are a romantic icon.”
Spencer sinks a little lower in his chair. “I do not… it is not…”
You stand slowly, heart pounding, and walk over to him. You lean down, voice quiet enough for only him. “You put that here?” Spencer swallows, eyes flicking up to yours. “Yeah.”
“Why?” You hadn’t 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. “Because having you right here all the time makes the day feel less heavy.”
Your chest goes warm and full all at once. Before you can respond, Morgan whistles. “Man just dropped a love poem in the middle of the FBI.”
Spencer clears his throat, flustered. “I can take it down if it makes you uncomfortable.” You shake your head immediately. “No. I love it.”
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, “Ah, young love,” like he is narrating a documentary.
Spencer hides his face in his hands. “This is a lot.” You sit on the edge of his desk, bumping your knee against his. “Tell you what.”
He peeks up, wary. “What?”
“If you are going to have a framed photo of us on your desk…” You smile. “…then I want one on mine.”
Spencer’s eyes widen. “Really?” You nod. “Really.”
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 Garcia’s Halloween party, and your lack of subtlety is to blame.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN BAU Reader
Genre: Fluff
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Penelope Garcia’s apartment looked like Halloween had exploded inside it — 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 it…That stare.
Across the room, Spencer Reid — 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 hadn’t left you for more than ten seconds all night.
You smirked into your drink. He didn’t even notice when Morgan handed him another soda. When his eyes met yours again — soft, warm, and way too obvious — you set your cup down. You crossed the room slowly, ignoring the way he swallowed nervously when you approached.
“Spencer,” you murmured low enough for only him to hear, brushing past his arm as you headed down the hallway, “If you’re gonna stare at me like that all night, you could at least be subtle about it.”
You didn’t wait to see if he followed — 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.
“I wasn’t—”
“Staring?” you teased, backing him up against the wall. “Spencer, you’ve been burning holes in me since we walked in.”
He blushed harder. “You look…it’s hard not to look!” Your grin softened into something slower, slyer. “Then maybe you should stop trying to hide it.”
You kissed him first — quick, testing — 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 didn’t hear the door open until you heard Emily’s voice. “Oh my God!” she laughed, one hand over her mouth. “You two are— wow. Okay…Wow. I think I’m scarred for life.”
You froze. Spencer’s head dropped against your shoulder, groaning quietly while you tried not to laugh.
When Emily shut the door again (after a dramatic “Carry on, lovebirds!”), you turned to Spencer, mortified and laughing at the same time. “Well,” you said, “so much for subtle.”
He smirked, eyes glinting. “Funny,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “I was just about to say that to you.”
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 she’d been waiting for this moment. “Well, well, well,” she said, smirking. “Look who came up for air.”
You choked on a laugh; Spencer went bright pink immediately. “I— we were just—” he started, running a hand through his hair, but JJ cut in, grinning. “Please don’t say ‘talking,’ because that door’s been closed for twenty minutes.”
Penelope gasped theatrically from the couch. “Twenty-three, actually. I timed it!”
You groaned. “You what?”
Morgan was grinning ear to ear, leaning back with his drink. “So, when were you gonna tell us, pretty boy?”
Spencer blinked. “Tell you… what?”
“That you and Y/N are a thing!” Garcia cried. “You two just waltzed in here looking like you walked off a rom-com blooper reel!”
You covered your face with your hands. “This is so much worse than getting caught.”
Emily crossed her arms, raising a brow. “So? How long’s this been going on?”
Spencer hesitated — the tiniest pause — and it was so obvious. JJ grinned like she’d just cracked a case. “Oh my God, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“No!” you said quickly. “I mean— not long! Just— a couple of months!” Garcia gasped again, scandalized. “Months ?! Months?! How dare you not tell me!”
Spencer sighed, looking helplessly at you, his cheeks still pink. “You know they’re not going to stop until we give them specifics.”You nudged him gently. “You might as well tell them, genius.”
He adjusted his tie, mumbling under his breath. “Two months, thirteen days and almost fourteen hours.”
Morgan’s eyes widened, grin even bigger. “Two months? And you’re already making out at a party? Man, Reid, I underestimated you.”
“Please stop saying ‘making out,’” Spencer muttered, his face now fully red.
JJ laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “He’s blushing! This is officially my favourite night of the year.” You bit your lip, trying not to smile as you slipped your hand into his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t worry,” you whispered. “They’ll forget about it eventually— hopefully.”
Spencer gave you a doubtful look and groaned quietly, burying his face in your shoulder. “We’re never living this down.”
You smiled, resting your head lightly against his. “Okay, maybe not,” you murmured, “but I think it’s worth it.” He looked up at you, the corner of his mouth curving despite himself. “Yeah,” he said softly, “Me too.”
And as the team continued to tease, you caught Garcia whispering to Emily — “They’re disgustingly cute, aren’t they?” — before the music picked back up, the laughter faded, and Spencer’s hand found yours again under the table.
Summary: You tuck a curl behind Spencer’s 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 PD’s 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. He’s brilliant, focused, talking a mile a minute; but the strand covering part of his face hadn’t 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.
“There. Now we can actually see you,” you murmur softly. He turns pink immediately.
Morgan can’t help but poke fun at the now suddenly quiet Spencer. “I think pretty boy’s brain just short circuited.” JJ and Emily softly smirk, also entertained at what they’re witnessing. They’d 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 can’t help himself. There’s no hiding how undone he is; not from them, and especially not from you.
“I…umm…thank you,” he says softly. You just return to your seat, completely composed, like you didn’t just melt him to liquid.
Rossi leans toward Morgan. “He won’t remember a word he said for the rest of the briefing.” “Yeah,” Morgan smirks, “She’s cooked him.”
You look up from your file and meet Spencer’s eyes again across the table. Slow. Calm. Casual. Then you give him the tiniest smile; warm, confident, intentional. The kind of smile that says: “Yes, I know exactly what I did, and Ioved every second of it”.
Spencer can’t 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 it’s about to fall again, he glances at you…like he’s 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. That’s how it came up, Doctor Who.
You’d mentioned off hand that you were going to unwind with an episode before bed, and Spencer’s head had immediately snapped up. “You watch Doctor Who?” he asked, like you just told him you spoke ten languages.
“Watch it?” you teased. “I’ve seen every episode. Even the lost ones from the ‘60s — well, the reconstructions, obviously.”
He blinked at you, visibly stunned. “I’ve… never met anyone who’s watched all of them.”
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. “You know,” you said, popping another kernel into your mouth, “I will never get over how good David Tennant’s run was. It’s peak Doctor Who.”
Spencer smiled, shifting to lean against the headboard. “That’s statistically accurate. Most fans rate him as their favourite. Personally, I think Matt Smith brought more emotional depth…”You gasped, cutting him off with mock outrage. “Excuse me? Did you just say Matt Smith over David Tennant?” He grinned, half teasing, half earnest. “I said emotional depth. I didn’t say better hair.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you that one.”
The episode rolled on, both of you laughing softly at the same moments, finishing each other’s 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 — 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. “You okay there, Doctor?” He looked adorably flustered. “Y-yeah. I just thought, since we’re watching a show about time travel and human connection, it might be… more appropriate to… um… sit closer.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed quietly and leaned into him fully this time. “That’s your excuse?”. “It’s the best one I’ve got,” he admitted, his voice a little breathless.
The warmth of his arm around you, the sound of the Doctor’s 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. “You know, this might be my favourite episode.” He smiled down at you. “You’ve seen it dozens of times.” “I meant this one,” you said softly, gesturing between you both.
For a moment, he just looked at you — eyes wide and gentle, the corners of his mouth twitching like he didn’t know whether to smile or say something. Finally, he whispered, “Me too.”
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 wasn’t a date, not officially, not yet, but you could tell something had both shifted between the two of you, and you couldn’t wait to spend more moments like this with each other.
Summary: Spencer takes you to a science museum, where you’re 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, you’d said yes before he’d even finished the sentence. You didn’t want a fancy dinner or a crowded theatre— 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, that’s 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 — the origin, the history, the trivia no one else would ever know.
“Did you know,” he said, pointing to a weathered clay tablet, “that Mesopotamian astronomers were among the first to track planetary motion? They recorded Venus’s visibility cycles nearly 3,500 years ago.” Most people might have nodded politely. You just smiled, eyes soft. “I didn’t know that, that’s really interesting.”
His expression shifted — 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 couldn’t hold them in.
So he kept going. And you listened — 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 — reclining in the dim light as constellations shimmered across the dome ceiling. The narrator’s calm voice filled the space, talking about distant galaxies and dying stars.
You could feel Spencer’s arm brush against yours. He wasn’t watching the show anymore — he was watching you. When you turned to meet his gaze, he looked momentarily startled, like he’d been caught studying something far more fascinating than astronomy.
“What?” you whispered, smiling. “Nothing,” he murmured, shaking his head, a soft pink rising in his cheeks. “I just… you look beautiful in starlight.” You bit your lip to hide the grin tugging at your mouth. “That’s smooth, Dr. Reid.” “I’m not trying to be smooth,” he said quietly. “Just stating facts.” 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 — a quiet moonlit landscape. “I like this one,” he said softly. “It feels… calm. Like the kind of silence that exists between two people who don’t need to fill it.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Like us?” He looked down at you, and his expression melted into something so tender it made your chest ache. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Exactly like us.”
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 — of him, of the way his words made the world seem bigger, brighter, alive.
“Thank you for today,” you said softly. Spencer tilted his head, “For what?” — “For everything, for being you”.
Before he could reply, you cupped his face in both hands and kissed him — deep and slow, until you felt him breathe against you, arms winding around your waist.
“Best date ever” you said breathlessly. His lips curved into that small, beautiful smile you’d do anything to see “Now who’s the one stating facts?”.
Summary: Garcia buys you both matching mugs that say “FBI’s Cutest Couple”
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 — pastel pink with bold black lettering that read:“FBI’s Cutest Couple 💘”
You blinked. Once. Twice. Then looked across the bullpen to see Penelope Garcia watching you from afar, grinning like the cat who’d swallowed the canary. “Garcia,” you warned, voice low.
She gasped, feigning innocence. “What? Me? I have no idea how those got there. They must’ve materialized from the pure energy of your and Boy Wonder’s undying love.” You groaned, rubbing your forehead. “You’re unbelievable.”
Morgan, of course, chose that moment to stroll by, coffee in hand. “Ohhh, what do we have here?” He picked up one of the mugs, reading it aloud in his best announcer voice. “‘FBI’s Cutest Couple!’ Well damn, Pretty Boy, didn’t know you were winning awards now.”
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. “I—I don’t think we’re the cutest couple,” he stammered, pushing his hair back nervously. “Statistically, there are probably—” Garcia cut in, “Oh no, statistics aren’t saving you now, Doctor Love.”
Laughter rippled through the bullpen. JJ tried to hide her smile behind a coffee cup, Rossi was shaking his head in amusement, and even Hotch’s mouth twitched just slightly — 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. “You’re using it?” He glanced up at you, cheeks slightly pink. “Well… it was a gift. It would be rude not to.”
You bit your lip to hide your smile. “You’re kind of adorable, you know that?” He tilted his head, “You think so?”. You reached for your own matching mug and tapped it gently against his. “Guess we’re official now. The mugs don’t lie.”
He chuckled softly — that shy, breathy kind of laugh that made your heart ache. “You know, I did some reading about rituals that reinforce romantic bonds—” “Spencer,” you interrupted, laughing. “If you tell me coffee mugs increase relationship longevity, I swear—” He smirked, that rare flash of confidence shining through. “Actually… they might.”
And just like that, the teasing didn’t matter anymore. The mugs sat proudly on your desks from that day forward — 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 — both with those ridiculous pink mugs — quietly sharing coffee and smiles before the madness began. And if anyone teased him again, Spencer would just shrug and say, “Statistically speaking, Garcia was right.”
Summary: Spencer is the first to say ‘I love you’, and you’re 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, you’d ended up together—he 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 didn’t want to close them yet. Not while Spencer’s voice was filling the space, low and steady as he recited facts he thought might help with the paperwork. You didn’t even care that most of it was a blur—you just liked listening.
“You know,” he murmured after a pause, pushing his glasses up his nose, “The human brain actually needs significantly more rest after periods of prolonged stress. We’ll probably both sleep for twelve hours straight when this case is over.” You chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t mind that. Twelve hours in bed sounds perfect right now.”
He glanced at you, and for the first time all night, he wasn’t 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. “You look tired,” he said gently, closing the file. “You should sleep.” You rolled onto your side to face him fully. “You too. You need it even more than I do.”
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: “I love you.”
The words hung in the air, unplanned, unguarded. His eyes widened a fraction, like he’d only just realized what he’d said. His mouth opened—probably to backtrack, to stumble through some kind of explanation. But you didn’t let him. “Spencer,” you whispered, your heart racing in the best way, “I love you too.”
The tension melted from his shoulders all at once, replaced by the most relieved, breathtaking smile you’d ever seen. He looked at you like he couldn’t quite believe it, like he’d 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. “Good,” he breathed, his voice trembling just a little. “Because I don’t think I could stop, even if I tried.”
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 hadn’t even kicked in yet when you spotted the little square of yellow waiting on your desk.
A sticky note.
You smiled before even reading it—because you already knew whose handwriting it was. Careful, precise, a little rushed at the ends. Spencer’s.
“Did 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.” 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 wasn’t 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 note—“Are you saying I’m as old as a 3,000-year-old jar of honey, Dr. Reid?”—and dropped it on his desk as you walked past to the copier. You didn’t even stop, just let it flutter down and kept going.
By the time you came back, there was another note waiting at your desk. “Not old. Timeless.”You bit your lip to stop the grin spreading across your face. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment Morgan appeared behind you.
“What’s got you smiling like that, y/n?” he asked, leaning over your shoulder to peek at your desk. You scrambled to cover the sticky with a file, your heart lurching. “Nothing! Just—uh—thinking about a case.” Morgan raised a brow, smirking. “Right. Thinking about a case makes you blush now?”
Across the room, Spencer was frozen, wide-eyed, as if Morgan had just uncovered a crime scene. You shot him a tiny look—half warning, half amusement—and he ducked his head so fast you thought his neck might snap. Morgan didn’t push, thankfully. He just chuckled, muttered something about “secrets in this office,” and walked off.
You exhaled, grabbed the sticky, and tucked it safely in your pocket. Later tonight, when it was just you and Spencer, you’d tease him about how smooth “timeless” was. But for now, the secret notes were yours alone. And you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Summary: When a local detective asks Y/N out, their reluctant yes sparks Reid’s 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
You’d 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 —almost dangerous how quickly you bonded. Because you were sure he’d 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 didn’t realize Spencer had been standing just a few steps away.
“You said yes?” His voice was quiet but sharp, the edge of disbelief slicing through his normally gentle tone.
You blinked at him. “What?” “That cop—” he tilted his head toward the officer now across the room, “—you agreed to go on a date with him?”
Heat flushed your cheeks. “Why do you care, Spencer?” you asked, a little more defensively than you meant to.
He pushed his hands into his pockets, restless. “Because… because I don’t understand why you’d say yes when you clearly didn’t want to.” His eyes finally met yours, a storm of frustration and something else, something rawer. “You were frowning while you answered him.”
You swallowed hard. “So what if I didn’t want to? It’s not like I have… anyone else asking.”“That’s not true.” The words tumbled out of him, rushed, almost desperate.
You crossed your arms. “Then who, Reid? Who exactly is lining up for me?” Spencer stepped closer, lowering his voice, his usual hesitancy cracking under the weight of his jealousy. “Me.”
Your heart stopped. He blinked, realizing what he’d just admitted, but instead of backtracking, he pressed forward. “I didn’t want you to go out with him because I wanted to ask you myself. And I didn’t think you’d ever… that you’d ever even consider me that way, but then you said yes to him and I—”
“Spencer,” you cut him off, breathless, “you think I don’t feel the same? I only said yes because I thought you would never like me as more than a friend.”
Silence fell, thick with everything unspoken. Then slowly, as if testing fate, his hand brushed against yours. “Can I—” his voice cracked softly, “—can I take you out instead?” You nodded, smiling for real this time. “Please.”
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 you’d just turned down in your heart.
When you pulled back, his cheeks were flushed but his eyes were glowing. “Guess I should go cancel that date,” you teased. Spencer chuckled, “Definitely.”
Summary: When pregnant reader is too far along to travel with Spencer & the team, Spencer creates a custom y/n dossier for Garcia whilst he’s gone.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (Fem) reader
Category: Fluff
The call came late at night, a case three states away. Normally you’d 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 couldn’t 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. “So, Pretty Boy, how’s it feel leaving your wife behind for the first time in months?” Spencer didn’t 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. “What is that?” Spencer flipped it open with the crisp precision of someone unveiling classified intel. “Y/N’s pregnancy dossier. I’ve made multiple copies. In case Garcia or anyone needs information while I’m gone.” Emily snorted, half amused, half exasperated. “You made a case file on your wife’s pregnancy?” Spencer’s brow furrowed. “It’s not a case file. It’s a comprehensive guide.”Rossi, sitting across from him, raised a brow. “Let’s 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. “You made a comfort strategy section? Spencer bristled. “It’s important! Lavender tea helps when she’s nauseous, and lying on her left side reduces pressure on the vena cava…” JJ covered her mouth, grinning. “Spence, this is adorable.” Emily flipped through a page. “Wait—you even wrote down snack brands? Down to the flavor of gummies?” Spencer straightened, defensive. “She prefers watermelon sour gummies. The cherry ones upset her stomach.” Hotch and Rossi chuckled, shaking their heads.
Meanwhile, you were curled up on Garcia’s couch sipping tea and reading over case files. Penelope peeked at you over her tablet, eyes sparkling. “Do you know,” she said, “your husband handed me a whole encyclopedia before we even took off? It’s like ‘The Official Reid Handbook to Y/N + the baby.’ With color tabs.” You groaned, covering your face. “Oh God. He didn’t.”
Garcia grinned. “Oh honey, he did. It is disgustingly adorable.” She continued to beam as she started showing you the folder. You laughed softly, heart warming. “Of course he did.”
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. “Well, that was… a lot.” He gave you a crooked smile, shy and boyish. “I was… terrified, honestly. The entire time.” “You didn’t look terrified,” you teased gently, moving closer. “You looked perfect.” 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. “You said yes.”
You smiled, cupping his cheek. “Of course I said yes. Spencer, did you really think I wouldn’t?” “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I still can’t believe you chose me.” Your heart ached at the sincerity in his tone. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll choose you every day, for the rest of my life.”
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 “You know,” you murmured, “I think today might be my favorite memory. Ever.” He tilted his head up, eyes soft. “Mine too. Although,” he added with a small smile, “I think we’re about to make a lot more.” You laughed quietly, kissing his temple. “I think so too.”
The two of you sat in that quiet cocoon for what felt like hours—no cases, no danger, no interruptions. Just you, your fiancé, 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. “I love you,” 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 couldn’t stop staring at the ring, the way it caught the light—and 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. “Kid, I never thought I’d see the day. Look at you, down on one knee in the middle of the office.”
“Don’t tease him,” JJ scolded, though she was grinning ear to ear, wiping at her own eyes. “That was beautiful, Spencer.” Emily leaned against her desk, smirking. “Well, I guess now we know who the most romantic member of the team is.”
“Excuse me,” Garcia’s voice rang out dramatically, fanning her face with a neon-pink folder. “I cried. Actual tears. This was like the Notebook meets Doctor Who—utterly perfect.” She grabbed your hand, turning it so the ring sparkled. “Oh my god, look at this! Reid, you did good. So classy.” Spencer stammered, “I-I, um, I had help.” His eyes flicked toward Rossi, who just raised his glass of sparkling water like he’d 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. “Alright, enough lingering. This calls for a toast. My place. Tonight. I’ll open the good wine.” The suggestion was met with cheers and agreement, and a few hours later, you found yourself sitting at Rossi’s 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. “So, genius, did you practice that speech in the mirror?” Spencer’s ears went bright red. “N-no. I mean, maybe once. Or twice.” Emily chuckled. “Admit it, Reid, you probably wrote it down, quoted three philosophers, and timed it down to the second”“Not… exactly,” 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 him—your fiancé.
JJ raised her glass, her voice cutting through the chatter. “To Spencer and Y/N—two of the most brilliant, stubborn, wonderful people I know. May your future be full of love and happiness… and maybe fewer crime scenes.”“Here, here!” 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. “You really surprised me today, Spencer. I did not see that coming, I’m still in shock” He tilted his head, smiling in that gentle, boyish way. “I wanted to propose where it all started. The BAU isn’t just where I work—it’s where I met you. And… I wanted everyone who’s like family to us to be there.” You kissed him softly, whispering against his lips, “It was perfect.” Spencer rested his forehead against yours, whispering, “You’re perfect.”
And in that quiet moment, you realized this wasn’t just the aftermath of a proposal—it 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. “Hey, Y/N. Can you, uh… can you come with me for a second?”You gave him a curious look but nodded, standing. “Sure. What’s going on?”
Instead of answering, he gently took your hand and led you toward the centre of the bullpen. Suddenly, everyone’s voices quieted, the whole team watching you and Spencer.
Spencer turned to face you, his hazel eyes warm but nervous. “You know,” he began, his voice soft but steady, “This is the exact spot where I met you. Right here in this office. I remember the first time you walked in—you had that determined look in your eyes, and I thought… well, I thought I’d never be brave enough to talk to you. But somehow, you made it easy.”
You felt your chest tighten, eyes already stinging. He let out a shaky laugh, glancing quickly at the team before focusing on you again. “We’ve been through so much together—cases that nearly broke us, late nights, coffee runs, quiet moments where you reminded me that I wasn’t alone. You became my anchor in all of this, Y/N.”
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.
“Y/N, you turned this office—the place where I once only saw pain and violence—into the place where I found love. And I can’t imagine my life, or this job, without you. So…” his voice cracked just a little, “Will you marry me?”
For a second, the world seemed to stop. Your hands flew to your mouth as tears slipped down your cheeks. “Yes,” you whispered, then louder, “Yes, Spencer. Of course, yes!”
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, “That’s my boy!” while Rossi smirked knowingly like he’d 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, “Now the place where we met is also the place where our forever started.”
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 Spencer’s 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 I’d just take a leap and do it*** Not sure if I’ll work up the courage for a part 2, we’ll 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.
“Everyone,” Hotch announced, “This is Agent y/n. Our newest addition to the team.” 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 speak—just a simple, “Nice to meet you all”—and 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.
“You’re… Australian?” he blurted, far too loud. y/n tilted her head, amused. “That’d be correct. I hope the accent isn’t too distracting.”
Reid flushed, tugging at his mismatched tie. “No, no, not at all. Actually, well, accents are fascinating. Linguistic markers—intonation, vowel lengthening, prosody. Yours is… um, statistically, Australians tend to reduce diphthongs by twenty percent—” He stopped when he realized the entire team was staring at him like he’d just started reciting Pi to the thousandth digit.
Y/n smiled, eyes catching his. “That’s a very polite way of saying you like the sound of my voice.” Spencer’s mouth went dry. He pushed his hair behind his ear, stammering, “Well—I—I didn’t mean—it’s just that—” She leaned a little closer, dropping her voice low. “Relax. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Spencer took a much needed breath, replying “I’m Doctor Spencer Reid by the way, but you can call me Spencer”.
