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spencer reid x gf!reader

summary: leaving the bar after a night out with the team isn’t as easy as it may seem when you’re disgustingly in love and the raindrops speak to you. genre: fluff!! so much fluff. tags/cw: literally pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, alcohol consumption, intoxication, pet names (angel, honey, baby), no use of y/n w/c: 1.3k. a/n: partially inspired by pink in the night by mitski. my first time posting any of my writing in years and first time ever posting it on tumblr! english is not my first language so if you notice any mistakes, please let me know!!! gif credits to @reidgif

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“Okay, um, I think it’s time we go home, huh?”

Days like these didn’t happen often at the BAU. Ones when six p.m. hit on a Friday and the team could leave work and go home after an uneventful week that didn’t require them to go out of state for any cases. It was actually quite a rarity, so when an offer to go out for drinks started going around, no one even thought to decline it. 

And Spencer couldn’t think of a better way to relax than for you to be there with him, so he called you and invited you to come with him and the team.

Spencer Reid x Reader

BG: It’s your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how you’re hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they don’t know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come.  

A/N: My first Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fic! It’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year now and finally tied an ending together. (Are we over a 2-year writing slump? We’ll see!)

Honestly it’s pure season 1/season 2 team fluff crack and chaoticness! Wanted to capture the early seasons team dynamics. Hope you all enjoy!

Fun fact, it’s all the Spencer Reid x Reader fics that kept popping in my recommendations that I started reading and falling in love with Reid prior to starting the show!

WC: 1307

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

This is it. Your first day as a Special Agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Growing up reading detective stories and solving mysteries were your favorite pastimes. 

You’re grateful for having a family environment that was supportive of your thirst for knowledge and endless curiosity.

The receptionist has informed you that the team is waiting for you upstairs, ready to give your orientation tour.

"Thanks." You replied, half mildly picking at your nails. In just an elevator ride away, you'd be in the midst of the smartest profilers alive. And nothing goes unnoticed – that you know very well.

A vibration in your pocket breaks your thoughts. A smile slips to your face. 

"Stop picking at your fingers." The voice on the other line says.

"Hello to you dad." You can't help but roll your eyes. "I wasn't even–" You look down at your left hand. Shit. "How'd you even know?" 

"I just do, I watched you grow up for 25 years." 

"Yea yea."

"Hey kid, sorry I couldn’t be there—“

“You’ve got a whole auditorium full of nerds dying to hear your lectures, I understand.” The door in front of you opens and you step inside.

“Thanks kid. I’ll make it up to you. How does an extra large, extra saucy lasagne sound?”

“Oooh yes, don’t forget with extra cheese!” The monitors indicate: 3/F, 4/F, 5/F.  “By the way, you’ve told them right?” As you step out, you spot a group of agents handled near the department entrance. “Anyway I’ll see you later, gotta go. Bye.” Quickly cutting the line off, not wanting to seem unprofessional, chatting on the phone.

“Special Agent y/m/n?” Said the brunette.

You opted to be referred to by your first and Mother’s maiden name, when you first started out. Wanting to stand on your own merits and making a name for yourself.

“That’s me.” 

“Special Agent Greenaway, this is Agent Jareau, and Agent Garcia.” You shake hands with the two agents “Call me JJ” 

But you are quickly engulfed into a hug by the third, which you have to admit took you by surprise.  “You can call me Penelope.-- Opps sorry, just excited to have another female member in the team!” You give her a warm smile, patting her shoulder, “No worries, Penelope. Just caught me off-guard.”

“Come on, let’s meet the rest of the team.” JJ says, leading you all into the bullpen.

“So this would be your desk right here” points Agent Greenaway. “Which is right across from Agent Morgan–”

“Derek, Derek Morgan m’ beautiful lady.” cuts in the man. 

You can’t help but blush from the compliment. “You always flirt with the new kid, huh Derek?” You challenge, playing off his energy. 

“Ignore him,” 

“Cmon’ Elle. It’s all good fun!”

Elle directs you to a hunched figure behind Derek.

“This is our resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid.”  She points to Reid, who is preoccupied with a lego model to have noticed the group. 

“Dr. Reid! I’ve heard so much about you!” Reaching out your hand, to grab his attention. His head instantly shoots up, eager to know the culprit who distracted him from finishing this model of the Delorean and give them a piece of his mind.

“Hey! I was just finishing -.” His voice trails off upon realizing that A. it wasn’t one of his teammates making fun of his legos but instead a face he doesn’t recognize and B. feeling bad on being the reason why your bright smile turned into a frown. “Oh Sorry! Sorry Ms–”

“y/m/n” Your father had shared stories about the team, especially Spencer, his protege. He was the person you were most excited to meet, though with this first interaction - you were discouraged with how it went. Perhaps you shouldn’t have run multiple scenarios on how you’d wow the team with such high standards. 

Dropping your arm, eager to quickly change the subject, you turn to Elle. “ So what cases do we –”

“y/m/n? As in y/f/n y/m/n!?” Spencer exclaims, his eyes wide. Big hand gestures dancing through the air as he raved.  “ The author of ‘The Correlation Between The Probability of Sudden Adult Anger Outburst and Childhood Familial Upbringing.’ ?

You’d had your thesis quoted back to you by professors and peers, but never with such childlike wonder written all-over Spencer’s face, making you blush. “Yes! But how -”

“I’ve read so much about you! Your work, I mean.” Spencer isn’t normally affected by how he’s perceived by others. Spitting out facts in the speed of light is synonymous to his identity and it’s nothing he’s ashamed of. But it's rare to have someone beautiful and intelligent be into the same niche interests that he has. Spencer only has one shot on not coming on as weird and it’s not going well, so he elaborates.  “I got it from Gideon’s pile. I picked it up on a whim but your writing is spectacular! I read through it in 12 mins!”

“Wait, you read through my 250 page dissertation in under 12 mins?” You questioned, looking around the team to check if you’ve misheard. 

“Affirmative. It would have been faster, but I was jotting down some notes.”

“Notes, huh?” Crossing your arms, the paper had gone through multiple reviews from your professors before submission. It should be damn near perfect. “Alright, Doctor Reid. I’m interested, how about you show me your notes over coffee?”

“Actually…” Spencer raised his finger, interjecting. “It might take a bit longer than an hour and I would love to dig into your brain. Perhaps we could go over it at dinner?”

“Name the time and place.” You grabbed the nearest post-it and quickly wrote down your phone number. “Now will you excuse me, I believe I’m late for my introductory meeting with Agent Hotchner.” 

With that you broke away from the make-shift team circle and headed you to Hotch’s office, leaving the team still frozen in their spot.

Derek was the first to speak. “Did pretty boy just ask out the new girl without stuttering and succeed?”

“Good, so everyone else witnessed that too right?” Added Penelope. 

JJ nodded in agreement, too stunned to speak as if it would break the illusion.

“What?” Spencer’s voice cracked. “I simply asked if we could compare notes!”

“No. Technically she initiated it.” Elle clarified.

Shaking his head, Spencer eyes trailed to the now closed Hotch’s door. 

“Yea, to which you effortlessly turned from coffee date to a dinner date!” Exclaimed Derek, earning Spencer a pat on the back. “The boy’s got game!”

“It’s not a date! At least I don’t think it is - I bet she doesn’t see me that way. Nobody does.” Spencer sighs, sulking back down to his seat. Reality catching up to him by the second, erasing any hope that a woman like you would have any romantic interest in a nerd like him. 

“Trust me kid.” Come a voice, effectively cutting Reid’s thoughts. Gideon nonchalantly walks up to the empty desk marked “Agent y/n y/m/n”, moves the box of your belongings to make space for  what seems to be a plastic bag of takeaway. “You're her type.” 

“What?” Spencer asks, more confused than ever. The looks across the team’s face reflect his own reaction. “And how would you know that?” 

“With all due respect, sir.” Added JJ, careful not to overstep. “You haven’t seen y/n and you got all that from her untouched desk?”

“Yea Gideon, we know you’re good but you can’t be that good!”

Gideon brushed off Derek’s brassiness and smirked. Proceeding to head up to his office, finally addressing the group only halfway up the steps. “I know, cause she's my daughter.”

thank you so much!

Oh oh this can be very cool! Thank you for your request darling! This is the set up between our awkward loves ᡣ𐭩

It’s painfully obvious you and Spencer like each other- painfully.

But Elle has warned Derek off of giving either of you stick for it- still she notices things, she isn’t sure if you and Spencer have noticed though.

You and Spencer always eat breakfast together in the kitchenette and when Spencer pours your tea exactly like you like it, your shoulders square and you smile a little half smile.

When your hand brushes Spencer’s after sharing half your fruit, his cheeks flame and he stumbled through the rest of whatever he was saying.

She’s thought Derek had been joking when he said Spencer never gets girls, but it’s clear this is the first time for the two of you.

“Spencer, they finally had honeydew and I got the last of the crunchy nectarines and peaches.” You say as you set your bag down, Spencer folding his crossword away as he stands.

“But are they sweet? It’s not peak season for them anymore and studies show that the closer it is to the end of the fruit’s season the more tasteless it can become. You may have peaches and nectarines that are either sour or have a higher water content.”

He makes up the distance between you with three quick strides, tilting his head toward the kitchenette.

You pout as you show Spencer your bowl of already cut fruit. “Taste one and make a better assessment?”

Spencer’s cheeks heat as he takes a wedge of the peach and finds it sweet as can be and crunchy like he likes it; your eyes on him the whole time.

You stand there more than a little smug. Spencer refrains from blushing even more.

“Let’s eat,” Spencer made eggs and sausages, something about high protein breakfasts keeping you satiated and able to perform properly all day.

You brought fresh bread and the fruit.

You’re not expecting Spencer’s hand to press into the small of your back as he squeezes behind you to get to the fridge as you dish the fruit into bowls.

Your breath hitches and your body stiffens - the pressure feels good if a bit foreign.

“Sorry, I made your iced coffee.” He mumbles retrieving your cup and sitting down.

The conversation between you and Spencer flows easily, you talk about bugs, your favourite animals, you even venture into a little talk about work and how you’re working on something for your old university.

You touch Spencer’s hand as you take a sip of the coffee, your thumb going back and forth. Your eyes lock on his as you compliment him. “It’s perfect, Spence. Thank you.”

Spoilers for season 4 episode 24 of criminal minds!

Anthrax attack || Spencer Reid x bau gn! reader

This is a small drabble but I might write a longer fic based on this, established relationship

You sat next to Spencer along with Derek. You were so worried.

Not even an hour ago were you standing with Morgan and Hotch, talking to Spencer from Nichols’ house. Not even an hour ago did Spencer call you from inside the house telling you he loved you.

But he was okay, he was given the cure and now you were waiting for him to wake up.

Derek spoke up: “You were the one who got the call when they said he wasn’t doing well, right?”

You nodded, confused. “Yeah, I told Dr. Kimura to call me if anything new happens when Spence was being hosed down.”

Derek nodded. “Yeah, I was there, but you never gave her your number.”

“So?” Maybe all the stress was making you a bit slower than usual.

“So how did she know your number? Unless-“ Derek got some look of realisation on his face. “Unless you’re his emergency contact?”

Your face grew red. “I- I’m not- so what if I’m his emergency contact?”

Derek laughed. “Well our emergency contact is either family, which isn’t the case for Spencer, or it could be Hotch, but he didn’t get the call, you did. And I know Spencer’s emergency contact was Hotch, so the only way he’d change it to you is if you’re dating. How long has this been going on?”

You knew you couldn’t hide it any longer. “Uh- okay fine, five months, almost six.”

“Five months!? Almost six!? And you never told any of us?” Derek asked, surprised but also glad you two finally got a move on, it was hard watching you pine for years.

“Well- we wanted to keep it private. See how things pan out. And uh- speaking of private, could you not tell anyone? We want to be the ones to tell the team.” You asked worriedly.

Derek nodded. “Of course, I respect your privacy.”

You tilted your head with a small grin. “Do you?”

After an hour, you watched as Derek ate that god- awful hospital jello. Derek noticed your expression and laughed, holding his spoon up mockingly. “Want some? I hear you love hospital food.”

“Oh ha-ha.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“You’re eating jello?” Said a weak voice that you immediately recognised as Spencer’s, your head snapping towards him as he tightened his grip on your hand.

Derek nodded. “Mhm. Hey kid.”

“Is there any more jello?” Spencer asked.

“No sorry, none for you, I knew you’d want some so I asked the doctor if you could have anything to eat but she said not yet.” You said with a sympathetic tone as he pouted.

He noticed you were holding his hand and then looked at Derek, then back at you, as if trying to silently communicate with you, Derek noticed and chuckled.

“No worries kid, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for a bit.” And with that, he got out of his chair and left the room.

You looked back at Spencer sheepishly. “I let it slip that I’m your emergency contact and Derek put the pieces together, he promised not to tell anyone, but I’m 100% sure he’s on the phone with Garcia as we speak.”

Spencer let out a chuckle, which turned into a cough. Your expression immediately turned worried as you gently pushed him to lay down.

“Careful there, you might be cured but you’re still a bit sick.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay- anyway, we uh- wanted to tell the team for a while now, didn’t we? I guess now’s our chance.”

“Spence, just rest, we have a lot of time to tell the team. I’ll stay here if you want.”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

a misunderstanding pt. 2 || find part 1 here ||

spencer reid x bau fem! reader

fluff, idiots in love, spencer overthinking and being a bit slow ( iq of 187 slashes down to 60), happy ending 😼, takes place in the earlier seasons, around s2

It had been two days since Spencer had his weird mood swing. You’d be returning to work tomorrow, surprisingly you had the entire weekend off, no cases that suddenly came in, which happened very rarely.

You were hoping Spencer would call you during the weekend, maybe offer to play chess together or watch some random old Russian movie. But he didn’t. Not even a text, no apology, no explanation, just radio silence. This worried you, Spencer never just left you hanging like this, he always had an explanation.

Spencer felt horrible, he was kicking himself for declining your offer on Friday. He could have been enjoying an art exhibition with you, could have let his mind wander and pretend it was a date, could have made you forget all about that mystery guy. Because you had asked him to the exhibition, not the mystery guy. But no, instead, he rejected you, he replayed the moment over and over again, the way you asked him hopefully, with a smile and then the way your smile fell as he sped away. The thought that you had maybe asked your mystery guy to go with you instead of him made him sick.

It was Monday, Spencer arrived extra early so that he could explain himself to you properly. He had to apologise, he felt horrible.

You arrived late, joining the team at the round table 15 minutes later than you usually arrived. You looked tired but still cheerful. “Sorry I’m late! Traffic was horrible today.”

Hotch accepted your explanation and you sat down next to Penelope.

Not next to him like usual. Next to Penelope.

Spencer’s heart sank again. So you were upset about Friday. He felt horrible, but how else was he supposed to make sure he didn’t accidentally do anything stupid, like ask who the mystery guy is or reveal his crush and get rejected?

After JJ finished briefing everybody on the case, you stood up and started walking, but stopped when you felt a soft touch on your shoulder. Turning around, you see a very nervous Spencer in front of you.

He fiddled with the sleeve of his cardigan and cleared his throat. “Uh- about Friday- listen- I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Spencer.” You gently cut him off. “You don’t always have to say yes to me. As you said, you had plans.” You said, before turning around and heading to the jet.

Spencer’s heart sank even more. Spencer. You never called him Spencer when it was just the two of you.

Three days had passed, three days working of on the case, three days of you two exchanging awkward conversations. Spencer didn’t know what to do, he was distancing himself, he knew that, but he didn’t know how to get over you any other way.

The case was wrapped up, you were tired and packing up some things from your desk, ready to go home and watch some trashy reality tv show whilst eating an entire tub of ice cream. Lovely dinner plans.

You turned around and were met with Spencer, you gasped and jumped a little. “Jesus Spencer, don’t scare me like that.”

He looked bashful, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to talk. I uh- I can’t help but notice you’ve been sort of… avoiding me? Which makes sense- I was rude on Friday- but I wanted to explain, and well- I sort of didn’t have the cha-“

“Spencer, you’re rambling. Calm down. As I said, I know you’re sorry, and you just had a bad day, we all do.” You said with a soft smile.

But Spencer wasn’t having it, if you were okay with it, and you accepted his apology, how come all your interactions since Friday were so… awkward?

“So uh- how was the exhibition? Did you end up going?” He asked, hoping to find out more about this mystery guy without straight up asking about him.

“Uh yeah, I went with Penelope, she seemed to like it.” You said, adjusting your bag. You really wanted to go home and escape the awkwardness, he didn’t have to force himself to have a conversation with you. Was he pitying you?

“Penelope? Not with the other guy?” He blurted out, and then immediately regretted it.

Your face morphed into one of confusion. “What are you talking about?” You asked slowly.

Spencer kicked himself, great, now you know he was listening in on your private conversation. “I- uh- well- it’s nothing, just a slip of my tongue-“

“Spencer.” You said sternly, who the hell was he talking about?

“I was- Uhm- I was walking to Garcia’s office on Friday and I heard you two talking- you were- well- you were-“

“Oh my god.” You said, mortified. Did he hear what you said about his glasses? Is that why he was avoiding you? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude on a private conversation- but you were talking about someone and I thought- I thought you would have wanted to go to the exhibition with them! Not me.” He stuttered out.

“Wait- you didn’t hear who I was talking about?” You asked, confused. Okay, so he didn’t know you were talking about him, he thought you were talking about someone else, and that’s why he avoided you. But why would he avoid you? Was he… jealous?

“I- no. Why is that important?” He asked. He really didn’t want to know who the object of your desires is.

“Spencer, I was talking about you.”

Spencer’s brain stopped working, literally, it was empty except for the 6 words you just uttered playing on loop like a broken record. No, you had to be joking, right?

He realised you were expecting an answer, but all he could do is open and close his mouth like a fish.

“Spence-“ there’s the nickname again, “were you avoiding me because you thought I like someone else?”

“Uh- I- I just thought- oh-“ Spencer was kicking himself, why couldn’t he talk properly?

You were so relieved, so he didn’t hate you, he was just jealous.

You let out a small laugh and that made him smile bashfully, a small blush forming on his face. “I just- I’m sorry. I didn’t hear the entire conversation and I- my mind jumped to the worst conclusions, I- I never really let myself entertain the idea of you liking me.” He said, insecurity seeping through every word.

Your expression softened as you brushed your hand along his cheek. “Awh Spence, don’t think so negatively of yourself. Of course I like you, you’re smart, kind, funny and handsome. What’s not to like?”

Spencer loved this, your hand on his cheek, your voice as you complimented him, even if it did make his blush deepen, if that was even possible. “So- you were- you were talking about me?”

“Yeah, I was talking about how attractive your glasses make you look.” You said, your tone taking on a more flirtatious turn. Spencer preened under the attention.

“Y- yeah? I uh- I started wearing them more- after you- after you complimented them.” He said, a bit embarrassed.

You giggled. “Aww.”

He looked down at his shoes before peering up at you like a kicked puppy. “So uh- there’s a cinema that’s showing old tv shows, I know you like vintage shows and I uh- I was wondering if you’d want to go. As like- a date, if that’s okay?”

You smiled widely. “Of course.”

Who knew a small miscommunication would lead to the start of something new?

authors note: pt 2 is out, yay!! also, sorry if this isn’t written well I’m currently very nauseous, next up is a smau with Spencer! (I just need to find a good fake texting app …) anyhow! hope you enjoyed!