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spencerslover-blog · 8 months ago
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Uhm, I spilled coffee on a book, but did you know that the longest recorded chess game in a tournament in terms of moves was by Nikolić-Arsović in 1989 in Belgrade? This game lasted 269 moves in a time of 20 hours and 15 minutes, and it ended in a draw. Oh, and... they kicked me out of the cafeteria.
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coffeewithgenius · 3 months ago
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Series 10 Episode 18: Rock Creek Park
This is it. This is the scene that inspired this blog.
Also, Reid flirts with coffee quotes and invites in Russian. Canon.
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benevolentbones · 5 months ago
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coffee | spencer reid x reader
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warnings: ??mild flirting, spencer checking you out?? gender neutral
word count: 0.7ish
summary: you meet spencer for the first time while he gets his morning coffee.
!!this is my first time writing for this fandom,, and first time writing in over a year so i may be rusty!!
it was a known fact that spencer reid was practically fuelled by coffee, and this morning was no exception. spencer had been up all night reading case files and finishing off his paperwork from the last case, which usually didn’t take the man too long, but his mind had been elsewhere for the last few days.
it had come to his attention, when the team returned from their last case, that the bau had hired a new receptionist. and usually he wasn’t too fussed about newcomers that weren’t directly associated with his team, but something about you was different.
he first noticed you standing in the kitchenette of the bullpen, with penelope. the blonde woman had you engrossed in one of her rambles about one of the fantasy games she often played in her downtime.
you stood beside her, a blue mug that read ‘worlds best dad’ glued in your grasp as you listened intently. you nodded along to everything garcia was saying, wisps of your neat hair falling out of place, which you quickly tucked behind your ears.
spencer noticed you wore a dark button up, which you had rolled up to your elbows. along with a nice fitting pair of dress pants, his hazel eyes lingering on the curve of your hips a little longer than intended.
he blinked himself out of his trance, ambling over to the coffee maker which conveniently was right beside you.
“-and when you level up, you get the ability to enchant your armour, and y’know your girl had to get some-“ garcia continued to rant as spencer picked up a cup and turned the machine on.
“hey reid have you met our newest member?” penelope beamed, turning to face the brunette who began to pour the worlds worst filter coffee into his cup.
his hazel eyes darted up from what he was doing and met yours. you had turned now fully to face him, garcia standing to your left.
“hi” you smiled sweetly at him, brushing your thumbs over the ceramic of your cup.
spencer felt his face flush warm for a second, the man spluttered out a ‘nice to meet you’ before turning his attention back to his coffee.
penelope hummed, knowing that was probably the best introduction he was going to get.
“well i’ve got to get back- lots of hacking to do.” garcia shot you a smile and darted off in the direction of her office.
you couldn’t help but stare as you watched the man begin to pour a mountain of sugar into his cup, every time you thought he would stop he tilted the container more, to further dump the sweet substance into his beverage.
before you could even think, words had slipped past your lips. “do you want some coffee with your sugar, dr.reid?”
you immediately pursed your lips shut, afraid that maybe joking around was too forward after having only met the man a minute prior.
you noticed a small smile grace his features as he stopped pouring the sugar, reaching for a spoon to stir it together.
“actually it’s not uncommon for people to take their coffee this way, around 65% of the US add sugar and/or cream to their coffee.” he mumbled out, taking a sip and making eye contact with you.
“y’know what, i won’t argue with that.” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.
spencer eyed your form, his cheeks growing warm.
“let me guess…you take yours black?” he mused, noting little details about how you crossed your legs when you stood or how you chewed on your lower lip after saying something.
you trailed your gaze along his suit clad form, his striped shirt was fully buttoned with a black tie to compliment it. he wore a dark grey pair of chinos, standing with one hand in the left pocket as he took another sip from his cup, his focus never leaving you, hazel eyes studying you through thick rimmed glasses.
“you guessed right dr.reid, i’m already sweet enough.” you gave him a small smile before walking back to your desk.
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criminalmindsfanantic · 9 months ago
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POV: Strauss sends the BAU to see a doctor about their caffeine consumption
Doctor: the amount of coffee you drink is excessive
Hotch *casually sipping from the thermos he brought with him*: i believe the word you’re looking for is ‘necessary’
Rossi *too tired to process what the doctor said bc he hasn’t had his coffee yet*: it’s pronounced ‘espresso’, there’s no x and it’s different than coffee
Emily *has been running purely on caffeine for the last 72 hours*: i am making caffeine my bitch and it’s working, leave me alone
part 1/?
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snixkers · 8 months ago
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Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader
Fluff
Content Warnings: None, literal pure fluff
Summary: You and your boyfriend have a study date in a coffee shop, but your methods differ.
Author's Note: My inbox has tumbleweeds blowing through it atm, so I'm digging this out of my drafts!
Feedback is always welcome!
Requests are OPEN
I quickly gathered up my laptop and textbooks when I checked the time, checking my appearance in the mirror as I made my way to my car. The Civic was ancient, but it still got me where I needed to be. Unfortunately, my boyfriend did not share the same sentiment, preferring to use public transportation.
I rolled my eyes at the thought of a germaphobe so adverse to driving he’d get on a train with complete strangers, but I decided to let it go. After all, he was the one who had offered to take me out on a study date. As a grad student, I would take any opportunity to get ahead. Who better than a man with an eidetic memory and 3 PhDs?
Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I weaved through the streets of downtown DC to meet him where he had requested, a small local cafe that was able to satiate his sweet tooth. I parked and hopped out of my car, materials in hand for a long night of memorization.
He smiled when he saw me, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly as he opened the door.
Despite his awkward behavior, manners were not lost on him. We entered the shop hand in hand, scanning over the menu (although he got through it much faster) and stepping up to order. He got a black coffee with 6 teaspoons of sugar, and I decided on something a little less nauseating.
We chose a booth in the back corner, somewhere we could have some privacy in our own little academic bubble. I set my bags on the floor beside me, taking a sip of my drink and pulling out my laptop. I noticed the wrinkle of his nose, smirking as I realized he was likely judging me.
“What?”
He shook his head innocently, pulling out some papers for his own work at the BAU.
“Nothing, I just think you’d do better with physical materials.”
You smiled, picking up his pen and clicking it a couple of times.
“We don’t all work at lightning speed.”
He bit his lip, and I could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he plucked a new fact from the depths of his memory.
“Actually, although it’s faster to type, writing allows you to tap into tactile information recall.”
You snorted in acknowledgement. Of course he had something to back his opinions up with.
As any genius would.
“You’d use a typewriter if you could.”
He pulled out some files, looking them over.
“I have one at my apartment, but I ran out of ink a while ago.”
You just sighed, conceding defeat and moving back to your work, typing rapidly as you worked on your essay. He sat across from you, doing the same thing with his notes, although he occasionally switched his papers to shield you from anything too messy.
He thought of everything.
After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and a note dropped onto your keyboard. You unfolded it, reading the messy chicken scratch.
‘You can’t pass notes on a laptop.’
You narrowed your eyes, stealing his pen to come up with a response.
‘it’s called an email’
He shook his head, his hand flying across the paper before he held it out for you.
‘Emails can always be tracked. Notes have to be destroyed.’
You smiled softly at the sentiment, slipping the note into your pocket before turning back to your work.
“You’re distracting me.”
He sighed, returning to his seat and fiddling with his pen.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?”
You nodded, determined to make this paper your own. But after a few minutes of typing, the rhythmic tapping was dragging your eyelids down. The words were sliding off the page, and the backlight did nothing for your eyestrain. After you failed to stifle a yawn, he looked back up at you with a look that screamed ‘I told you so’.
“Come on, it’s late. You can’t perform as well academically if you stay up all night to finish it.”
You tried to protest, but your own body betrayed you with another yawn. With your acceptance, he gathered up your things and stored them neatly in your bag.
You were half asleep as you left the cafe, but you pretended not to notice as he slipped a notebook and his pen into the tote for future study dates.
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reidsdimples · 6 months ago
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Spencer Reid Aesthetic 🤎📚☕️
Season 2 specifically
(The parasites in me almost added Dilaudid) 
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reidluv3 · 2 months ago
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Thinking about him ..
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ggensblog · 1 year ago
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hey there stranger | s.r.
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summary: spencer's been spending a lot of late nights at a cafe
warnings: i really can't think of anything, mentions of working late, unedited, bad writing (probably), caffeine addiction, gender neutral reader, no use of 'y/n', general overthinking, this is my first time writing for spence ;-;
word count: 1.8k
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11:03 pm
You were almost done with your usual closing shift, taking a glance and the ever so slowly moving hands on the clock across the cafe every once in a while. You didn’t have any plans, per say, but were anxious to get home and finally rest. 
The cafe wasn’t particularly busy this late, but still had its usual stragglers coming in to burn the midnight oil.
“Hey there Mr.Delancey, the usual this evening?” You grinned at the older man in front of you. Mr.Delancey was the owner of a bar downtown that closed just an hour before your cafe. It was typical of him to stop by after closing up.
“You got it,” The man took out his wallet, paid, and took his drink to go, almost like second nature. You let your shoulders slack after he walked out, looking once again to the clock and then finding your eyes caught on a familiar mop of brown hair in the corner of the seating area.
You turned to your coworker who was doing some sort of ‘pass the time’ task.
“Manila folder guy’s back again?” He must’ve come in during your break- you would’ve remembered his soft brown eyes and even more so the bags underneath them. You didn’t know much about him, not having been able to make small talk with him whenever he came in.
“Yeah, I think this is the third night this week,” Your coworker looked over to the man briefly before returning to their task. “I mean, you can’t really beat the late great closing time of midnight around here” you joked to yourself, entering a tip amount into the computer system. You coworker chuckled then looked out of the front windows.
“Hey you mind if I grab a smoke? There’s hardly anyone coming in.” You shoo your coworker off then look back to the man in the corner. It took you another 10 minutes to muster up enough courage to approach him.
You walked up to the table, a refill of the man’s familiar order in hand.
“So what are you working on this late?” Your own voice startles you to some amount, breaking the silence that occupied the shop for what felt like eternity. The man didn’t bother to look up, instead continuing to flip aimlessly through the folders. You caught a look at the pictures in them, cringing before tilting your head to the side.
“They’re all wearing rings.” You muttered. The man looked up, then back down to the folders, his eyebrows raising. “Sorry, I don’t know what this is, and I don’t think I really want to know but-yeah. On their pinkies, the small gold ring.”
“Nice, uh, nice catch. I don’t know how I didn’t see that.” He spoke finally, writing something down then looking back up to you. “I’m Spencer. Reid. I’m a profiler for the FBI.” Your eyebrows raised then. “FBI huh? So looking at cryptic photos in a manila folder isn’t just a hobby?” You kind of laugh to yourself, crossing your arms and shifting your weight. Spencer doesn’t seem to think your comment was as funny as you did, but still offered a soft smile.
“I’m afraid not.” The silence is back and fuck you are realizing that this guy- this rando FBI profiler is really cute. Before your brain can catch up your mouth is already running again.
“Have you always wanted to be in the FBI?” From there you manage to carry a small conversation, taking the seat in front of him and listening as he talks about his high IQ or eidetic memory.
11:34pm
Your coworker whistles at you from behind the coffee bar, pointing to the clock and beginning to shut down the espresso machines.
“Well Dr.Reid, it was great meeting you. I hope you catch whoever is doing- that,” you motion to the now closed folder.
You get up to move back to the coffee bar, taking off your apron and placing it by the register. Spencer continues to look over his notes. Against your better judgment you turn back around to face the brunette man. 
“I know this is probably really forward of me- but would you want to grab dinner sometime?” You began to ramble about some diner down the street and Spencer takes another sip of his coffee. “I mean- it could totally just be a casual thing but I would really like to get to know you more…” You trailed off- your motor mouth finally running out of fuel.
Spencer’s eyes softened, and he looked down at the workload in front of him. It was almost like he was debating with himself.
“I- I would love to but I’m really usually caught up with work so I don’t have a lot of time for,,, dinner…” You nod. “Right yeah- yeah of course. Have a good night, Spencer.” With that you walked behind the coffee bar and sunk down to the floor behind the espresso machines.
“Ouch,” You run a hand over your face, embarrassment flowing through your veins. You decide to brush it off and begin busying yourself with sidework.
12:03
The cafe was finally closed. Spencer had left in the last 10 minutes and you managed to spot clean every single spoon in the store.
“Dude I just- I know I like don’t even know him but that was so embarrassing” You whine, counting the dollar bills in the register and taking note of them.
“What do you mean?” Your coworker was checking the temperatures in the different mini fridges.
“Like- of course he wouldn’t want to go out with a total stranger. I don't even know why I asked.” Your hands flopped back down on the counter in front of you. You were tired, you were embarrassed, and you just wanted to go home for the night. 
“I’m sorry who are we talking abou-”
“Spencer! I thought I told you.” You turned around and leaned against the counter. “Manila folder guy- he- he’s cute. In a dorky kinda nerdy way.” You grinned at the thought.
“Oh! No he was totally looking at you all night when you got back here.”
“No he wasn’t.”
“He was! I saw him with my own two eyes.” Your coworker laughed and gestured to their eyes. “I think maybe he’s just genuinely busy with work… You said he was a cop or something right?”
“He’s FBI- I don’t even know if I should’ve told you. I feel like that’s something that’s supposed to be a secret. Or is that CIA? I can never remember.” You shook your head, your thoughts trailing from the initial subject of the conversation.
“Whatever- the point is, he was totally making eyes at you after you walked away.” You rolled your eyes at this, turning back to finish counting the money.
The rest of the night is quiet after that.
1 week later, 3:45pm
It was a rare occasion for you to not work the closing shift. You weren’t complaining since it meant getting home earlier and maybe even getting dinner from somewhere other than a 24 hour convenience store.
You were working with the same coworker you normally do, and you were thankful since you weren’t really close with any of your other coworkers.
The afternoon regulars were different from the evening regulars. They were still kind, but definitely far more impatient.
“I’ve got 1 medium hot cappuccino and a large iced cold brew with oat milk to go.” You write the order on the side of the cups and move them to your coworker down the coffee bar. You take the customer’s payment and give them a smile before readying yourself for the next customer.
“Uhm, the usual?” You knew this voice. You didn’t think you’d hear this voice again.
“Spencer. It’s nice to see you again. You catch that bad guy?”
Spencer laughed at this. He thought you were easy to talk to that night, and he still thinks so now. He could tell you were a little out of your element when you initially approached him but you were generally easy to build rapport with.
“Yeah- we did. But there’s always another one out there.” You nod, then realize you hadn’t entered his order in the computer yet.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-” You tapped one of the buttons and grabbed a sit-in mug. You nodded to your coworker. “A manila folder.” Your coworker nodded back and when you returned your attention to Spencer you found him with his eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s what we call your order. Since you always have those folders.” You shrug and Spencer nods. “Anyway, it’ll be $3.75.” You put your customer service smile back on and take the $5 from the man.
“Keep the change and actually, I wanted to come by and see if that dinner offer was still on the table? Work is light this week and- uh- I’d like to get to know you more too.”
You’re taken aback, but your coworker who suddenly has supersonic hearing peeks over your shoulder. 
“They get off at 5.” Your head whips around to look at your coworker who simply mouths a ‘you’re welcome’ before continuing to make Spencer’s drink.
“So I’ll stick around until 5 and then maybe we can check out that diner?” You nod.
“Yeah- yeah I’d really,” Your voice catches in your throat and you swallow before continuing, “I’d really like that.”
extra:
It was a Monday morning, the day after Spencer supposedly rejected you. While you were retracing the conversation in your mind to think of things you’d do differently, Dr.Reid fiddled with his notepad, looking over the tip you gave him about the rings.
Hotch had dismissed the team to continue on their individual tasks, but Spencer hung back almost lost in his own mind.
“Okay pretty boy what’s got you distracted today.” Derek Morgan sat with his chair turned and raised a brow at the genius.
“Nothing at all. Just thinking about- about the case.” Spencer tried to cover but as smart as he was, he wasn’t very good at hiding his current thoughts.
“Bullshit- what’s on your mind.”
“Well I think- I think someone asked me out last night.” Derek’s once cheeky look turned to that of surprise.
“You’re kidding.” Spencer shook his head, “You’re not, well what did you say?”
“Well I told them the truth- we’re pretty busy right now.” Derek laughed. “No way- you rejected them? I didn’t take you for a heartbreaker, Reid.”
“I’m not! I just- we are pretty busy..” Spencer trailed and Morgan shook his head. “You need to go back and ask them out, clearly if you’ve been letting this get in the way of finding this damn killer, they’re worth it.”
“Yeah- okay maybe I will.”
“But not before we solve the case, so let’s move it pretty boy.”
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snarkylinda · 11 months ago
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I will forever Headcanon that Gideon never told anyone on the team of the time (not even Hotch) that he was bringing his protege to it, he just....dropped one day, went full "met your new teammate" and left, leaving just.....this behind.
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I can't get over every little thing spencer reid does. like his little mannerisms are EVERYTHING TO ME. The way he talks with his hands, how he presses his middle finger to his thumb and rubs them together sometimes or moves it as if he's writing when talking, the way he scrunches his face up sometimes, the way he wrings his hands at all really like just playing with the fingers of his other hand or sometimes I've seen him just press his knuckles together and rub them together, the thin lipped pressed together smile he does as he awkwardly waves to new people he's being introduced to, when his hair is a long enough length and he tucks it behind his ears all the time. I think he does both sides sometimes and and and UGHHHHH I LOVE HIM
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fondfamilies · 3 months ago
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s4ep2 reid saying that to crack a bunch of letters' code he'd need the ability to clone himself & "a year's supply of adderall" reid recreational adderall user ?
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only-one-brain-cell · 2 years ago
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I love that in 4x7 Penelope was like oh my god your dad has been looking out or you look he even has your dissertation! Spence’s just like oh THANK GOD he GOOGLED ME! THATS LOWER THEN THE BARE MINIMUM! I had to take care of my mother at the age of ten but he GOOGLED ME!
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coffeewithgenius · 2 months ago
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I don't normally post my edits on this sideblog but this one seems fitting.
You can find me on tiktok @thatkliqkid
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criminalmindsfanantic · 9 months ago
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POV: Strauss sends the BAU to see a doctor about their caffeine consumption
Doctor *professionally concerned*: i highly recommend keeping track of your caffeine intake so that you can see just how much you are ingesting
*back at work*
Penelope *finishing her energy tea”: how many are you at?
Derek *scrawling numbers on a notepad*: im about to go for my fourth coffee before i take lunch
Penelope: oh i am totally winning this thing! *refills her largest mug again*
part 2/?
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hopeforthefuturesblog · 2 months ago
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Breakfast: Turkey sandwich, fruit, and ice coffee.
Featuring: Criminal Minds S12Ep13 'Spencer'
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artcake · 2 years ago
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@aestheticofanartist !
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