Spencer Reid Oneshots~ by writing-in-april

My Knight in Shiny Armor~Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (FLUFF)

Summary: Reader is a fantasy novelist and writes Spencer into their story
A/N: this was my entry for the SFW fic swap that imaginingnthemargins did over on tumblr!!
Warnings: Secret Relationship- that's it it's just a super fluffy fic 🥰
Word Count: 1.2k

Garcia came up to me with a giddy look on her face as I was pouring sugar into my next cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she was holding a book that looked similar to a novel that I was extremely familiar with. A blush on my face immediately formed and I forgot that I was still pouring sugar into my cup, though I'm sure that I'd still like the excessive amount of sugar I put into my coffee. As Garcia had said before, it was my 'brand', whatever that means.
I cleared my throat in preparation for the interrogation I was about to face, "What's up Garcia?"
Instead of point blank telling me what she was all giddy about she opened the hard covered novel in her hands with green binding that I had seen numerous copies of.
"The mysterious man was taller than the rest of us by far, with fluffy brown hair that his helmet tried in vain to hide. It wasn't just his handsome looks that drew me to him, it was also his intellectual abilities. He was far superior in intellect to any other man I had met in the world. The rousing conversations I had with him also made me feel respected by him which was much more than I could say compared to the other men I had met. The name of the mysterious knight in the shiny armor that had invaded all my thoughts as of late was named, Spencer."
Once she finished the excerpt of the book she shut it dramatically then raising her eyebrows, I knew exactly what she was asking with her nonverbal cues, "I'm friends with the author..."
The look on her face after I trailed off told me that she wasn't buying my lie. I was about to say something more convincing, but Garcia was not impressed with my attempts to get out of this 'interrogation'.
"Oh- no no no, you aren't getting away with it that easy, boy wonder. The blush on your face isn't fooling me." Her calling out my blush only served to make my face an even deeper shade of red, I could tell just from how hot the room suddenly felt. She continued on despite my deepening cheek color, "I want to know how you got your New York Times Best Seller partner, tell me everything."
I figured there was no way to deny it now, the way I fidgeted and the blush on my cheeks gave it away easily. Even though Garcia wasn't trained to study human behavior she wasn't stupid and I wasn't a good liar. So, I proceeded to tell her the story of how we met.
Of course as soon as I finished the story of how we met at a coffee shop Garcia bombarded me with more questions and brought the rest of the team to ask. She even got Morgan to say he'd read the book because he wanted to know "what does pretty boy look like in shining armor?" Which Garcia of course had to correct, as she had read the rest of the book.
As I was riding the metro after work my mind decided to wander about what had happened today. At first I was excited to share with Y/N about what happened today, but then I started to worry. What if they didn't want to tell anyone?
We hadn't really discussed telling everyone about our relationship besides passing comments in conversation. I worried that maybe they wouldn't want to tell everyone because maybe they'd be embarrassed to be seen with me. Maybe that's why they hadn't brought up me telling the team much.
Once I had gotten back to my apartment I opened the door and was immediately greeted with the smell of Y/N's cooking. Normally, I'd be super excited that they decided to pop in my apartment, but my anxiety about what had happened today was taking over my mind. I was rooted to the floor in front of my door, not wanting to have to admit to them that I had told everyone.
"How's my favorite genius?" Their melodic voice called out from the kitchen. There was no way I could avoid it now, they'd probably be able to immediately tell that I was anxious. They were good at being able to tell exactly what I was thinking, and it wasn't even their job. I often joked with them that their ability to read my behavior was as good as mine.
I decided I better get this over with.
As I walked over to my small apartment kitchen I prepared my explanation in my head. When they spotted me they opened their mouth to speak and I just started to rant, "I may have told the team about you. I got cornered by Garcia in the break room and she happened to have your book and read the parts where you wrote a character based on me- and"
"Slow down, baby." They cut my ranting off once they had gotten her bearings. Normally being cut off makes me annoyed, but in this case I could tell I was in a swirling anxious mind set that I wouldn't break out of unless an outside force helped me stop. I took a deep breath, which did help slow down my racing thoughts. Once I had slightly refocused my thoughts I noticed that they were looking over at me from where they were standing over the pot of pasta at the stove with a look of concern, which surprised me.
"You're not mad?"
They turned the oven off as the pasta was definitely done now, making their way over to the other side of the kitchen where I stood. Bringing their warm hands up they cupped my cheeks and then asked with sweetness, "Why would I be mad."
I couldn't help but start to spill my thoughts into another rant to try and explain my reasoning, "Well- I didn't really talk about telling them with you and I know that communication is important in a relationship from what I've read. And it felt like I made a mistake because I wasn't communicating properly and I'm an idiot, I'm sorry you have to date someone who doesn't know anything about relationships."
"Spencer, it's ok I promise. I was going to ask if maybe you wanted to introduce me to them soon anyway and- you aren't stupid I promise, baby. You're a genius, remember?
After we ate the dinner they had cooked they brought out their book to read to me, specifically the part in reference where my fictional counterpart came to save the day.
"You're my knight in shiny armor." They said with fondness, this was my favorite line in the book.
"Shiny armor? Why not shining armor?" I had asked this question numerous times since I had seen the same line in their book. I knew the conversation in the novel like the back of my hand and every time we read the book together we enacted the conversation. They acted out the protagonist's lines perfectly, which was not surprising since the protagonist was partially based on them from their own admission.
"I don't know, I just think it sounds cuter," Their words were as sweet as honey, making me want to lean in to kiss them, but they needed to finish the line, "and in my book, you're cuter than all other knights in shining armor."