Spencer Reid: Oneshots

Mixed Up

Summary: Reader and Spencer go on blind dates.

"Seriously, kid! You'd really like her." Derek nudged Spencer.

"I'm not really a blind date person."

"You're not a date person period," Emily joked.

"Hey!"

"Just the truth." She raised her arms defensively.

"Reid, I've known this girl since I moved here, she's like a year younger than you, smart, funny, and I think you guys would really hit it off."

"I don't know," Spencer mumbled, making a coffee.

"At least give her a try, you guys are both sad and lonely."

"I'm not sad!"

"Uhuh."

"I just don't want to get involved with someone I might not like."

"You'll like her, and if by some strange miracle you don't, you just don't contact her again. Easy."

"For someone like you, you've done this loads of times."

"You'll be fine, just say yes!"

Spencer exhaled. "Fine."

"I'll set something up with you both, and hey, I won't even give you her number, so in case it does go wrong, she can't contact you."

"That's a good idea."

"You'll thank me for this!"

"Y/N, are you just gonna spend your life making various kinds of bread and working?"

"Sounds good to me." You kneaded out the dough.

Your roommate, Derek, sighed, leaning on the counter. "I know a guy."

"Good for you."

"Single, handsome, funny, great guy."

"Go on a date with him."

"Oh god no! He's straight, but you and him...that could work. He did mention wanting to date again the other day."

"Nope."

"Y/N! Please!"

"Blind dates literally never work, it's like setting yourself up to end up with a creep."

"I've known him for 5 years!"

"My point exactly." You smirked.

"You're evil."

"Which is why I can't go out with him, I'm so evil and unlikeable."

Derek groaned. "Just this once? I'll do the dishes for a month."

You pursed your lips. "No strings? If I don't like him, it's over?"

"Zero strings."

"Fine."

"Yes! I'll set you guys up, so you don't have to give away your number. I know you hate that."

You smiled. "Thanks."

You awkwardly walked inside the restaurant, masses of tables full of couples chatting and laughing all around. You nervously drummed your fingers against each other, looking around. Your eyes fell onto a table farther away from the noise, a man looking out the window with an empty seat in front of him.

"Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself. You walked over, stopping in front of the boy. "Hi."

Spencer looked up. "Hi."