#crimianl minds

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Cure Your Loneliness

Rain attacks your bedroom window, and a loud roar of thunder causes you to turn over and bury your head in your pillow. Lighning illuminates the room for a fraction of a second before you are plunged back into darkness, and you sigh. Even without the storm, you wouldnt be able to sleep, there’s too much on your mind. Well, that isnt strictly true. There’s one person on your mind, but he encapsulates your mind so completely that it’s impossible for you to sleep now. Shaking your head, you reach over to your bedside table and start smacking your hand against the wooden surface until you find the phone. Turning it on, the light from the screen blinds you. After blinking rapidly, your eyes adjust, and you realise the time. You consider your options as you bite your lip. Is 3am an acceptable time to text him? But before you can even consider turning your phone off again, you’ve sent a text. Nobody has a decent amount of self control at 3am, and especially not someone as hopelessly in love as you are.

You: hey

Anxiety consumes you, and you immediately regret your decision. However, much to your surprise, your phone hums pleasantly a few seconds later.

Spence: Hey, is the storm keeping you awake?

Smiling down at your phone, you sense the same kind and caring tone that Spencer gives you in every conversation you have with him.

You: I guess you could say that, yeah

Spence: 2-3% of the U.S population suffer from astraphobia, the fear of storms.

Spence: Wait, you “guess”? What else is keeping you up?

Your hands cover your face and you sigh into them, here goes nothing.

You: Im honestly suffering from extreme loneliness more than anything else. yeah, I hate storms, but what I hate more is needing someone to makeout with for half a century, and not having anyone willing to take me up on that offer

Spence: Are you at the point in your monthly cycle in which you’re experiencing fluctuations in arousal?

You: hahaha, no Spence! I just want to makeout with someone

Spence: For half a century? That’s a considerably long time.

You: maybe even a whole century, I wouldnt complain about that

Spence: Do you have someone in mind you would like to cure your loneliness with?

You: yeah, he has no idea, and even if he did, I dont think it would change anything

Spence: Why not? What guy wouldn’t want to makeout with you?

Spence: That came across far more flirtatious than I intended! What I meant was, any guy would be lucky to makeout with you for five minutes, let alone half a century.

You: if only you intentionally flirted with me

Spence: ...What?

Spence: Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but are you insinuating that I am the guy you want to spend half a century making out with?

You: yup, and as I said, it wont make a difference

Spence: Why wouldn’t it? I recall saying any guy would be lucky to makeout with you, and “any” includes me.

Staring at you screen in shock, you feel your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip. He cant be serious, can he?

You: wait. you’re kidding.

Spence: I am absolutely not kidding!

You: so...would you be down to come over and makeout for half a century?

Spence: I’d be honoured. When would you like to see me?

You: depends how fast you can get here

Spence: I’ll be there as fast as humanly possible ;)

For a few moments, you sit up in your bed blinking rapidly into the darkness as the reality of your situation sinks in. Doctor Spencer Reid is on his way over. To makeout with you. At 3am. Oh my God.

Without wasting anymore time, you kick your bedcovers off of your body and turn your bedroom lights on, before you begin scrambling around your house. Darting into the bathroom, you splash your face with water and brush your teeth. Skidding back into your bedroom, you brush your hair and look over your pyjamas. The storm outside is little more than afterthought as you check your reflection in the mirror, wondering whether this set of pyjamas will do. Smiling fondly, you remember when you looked over your reflection in the BAU after wearing a new suit to work. Spencer just happened to walk behind you, he caught sight of you, stopped in his tracks and said “You shouldnt critique yourself, you’re beautiful.”

A knock at your front door pulls you from your flashback, and your eyes almost fall out of your skull as your body freezes on the spot. You’re frozen in shock for a few moments, until you recover control of your body and practically fly down your stairs and hitting the front door at full force. Unlocking the door, you tug it open, to be greeted by the sight of none other than Doctor Spencer Reid. Some of his hair sticks to his face because of the rain, and his clothes are damp from the same cause. You notice that he’s pulled some suit pants on, but left a soft silk button-up pyjama shirt on his top half.

“Was that dramatic thud the sound of you hitting your door because you ran down the stairs so fast?” Spencer chuckles.

You smile sheepishly “You betcha!”

Spencer reflects your own smile back at you. “Someone certainly seems eager.”

Overcome with a sudden shyness, you cast your eyes down. “You betcha, again...”

Spencer takes a step forward and lifts your chin with his finger. “Me too, beautiful.”

Your stomach does somersalts at his softspoken words, and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin as Spencer places a hand at the small of your back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer whispers, leaning close to your ear.

You nod frantically. “Never been more sure in my life.”

Spencer laughs darkly, turning you around and closing your front door in order to gently push you up against it and shut the storm outside. He licks his lips, his breath fanning your nose as he leans down. His lips ghost yours, just for a second, it’s enough to send your eyes fluttering closed. Spencer notices the affect he has on you, and he feels pride swelling in his chest as he pulls your body flush against his, his lips falling back onto yours in a kiss that is so soft and sweet. You can taste mint in his mouth, he must have brushed his teeth before this just like you did. Your hands shake at Spencer’s shoulders, too overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on yours to fully concentrate on what to do with the rest of your body. Picking up on your nerves, Spencer uses his free hand to move your hands to the back of his neck. He pulls his lips from yours for a second.

“It’s alright, I’ve wanted this for a long time too. Just relax, there’s no rush.” Spencer whispers gently, placing a kiss on your nose before his lips fall back onto yours.

His soft and subtle dominance leaves you utterly breathless, you never suspected this side of Spencer even existed. Somehow, kissing you makes him less nervous and awkward than every other interaction he has experienced. His lips are soft, his touch so gentle but firm at the same time. A crash of thunder from the storm outside causes up to jump even closer to Spencer, which you didnt think was possible. He chuckles as he pulls away and tucks your head into his neck, rubbing slow circles in your back.

“Thunder cant hurt you, nothing can for that matter, not while Im here.” Spencer coos, and you melt into his embrace.

“Do you...Do you want to take this upstairs?” You suggest shyly.

“I’d love to, (Y/N).”

A warm wave of familiarity rushes over you as you remember the events of the night before. Waking up in the arms of Spencer Reid is something you’re never going to forget. You shouldnt be thinking about this now, in the middle of a restaurant, having dinner with the entire team, but you cant help it. Trying not to be too obvious, you retrieve your phone from your back pocket.

You: hey, Im no psychic but Im pretty sure I can predict that Im gonna be lonely again tonight

Spencer frowns as he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and he’s quick to turn it on beneath the table to read your text. He cant help himself from laughing quietly, using his hand to cover his mouth in an effort to hide it from the team who are all laughing around you. A soft smile overtakes his features as he hits send, and that smile only widens when he lifts his gaze to you.

Spence: I’ll be sure to correct that prediction. Be sure to save some room for dessert.

[only-one-brain-cell]

Girl I would not let him touch a steering wheel much less drive.

[perplexed-confusion]

can't decide what to watch. I want to watch mint condition but it'll be a better vibe later. But I want to watch spn but now from s7. And criminal minds. And doctor who which i've been avoiding for 2 weeks. And there is the xfiles. And im acring like it wont end up being crimianl minds. Fuck it imma watch the spn pilot. And wdym there's an australia office and superntaurla is leaving amazon tonight ahahahahha noo

[crowley4prez]

only the real ones read fanfiction in class

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

Emily: Can I shoot Morgan?

Hotch: Not in public.

[reidscardigan]

Spencer actually really enjoys quarantine. He finally gets full nights of sleep, gets to read his favorite books, watch Dr Who marathons, take bubble baths, AND plays animal crossing on the switch Penelope convinced him to buy

[echidnana]

one of my favorite parts of this video :)

[justanoutlawfic]

Mandy Patinkin: I’m joining this show about FBI agents that solve murder and rape cases.

Mandy Patinkin after 3 seasons: I didn’t realize we’d be discussing rape and murder every week.

[crmindsallnight]

OH MY GOD A PUPPY!!!! That’s it, that’s the best. 

[hotchisdaddy]

Sorry for my absence but it’s time for one of my lengthy over analyzation rants about a single CM scene!

Okay so, I walked in on CM playing on TV and there was a great moment in the show (not sure, but I think the episode was 2.20 “Honor Among Thieves”). So Reid, Gideon, and another agent/ sheriff/ other law enforcement officer (again, not sure) were standing in front of a bunch of houses when Reid calls Garcia to ask about stuff (I don’t remember what) when at the end of the call Garcia signed out by calling Reid “Agent G Junior”! I can’t with how cute Garcia’s relationship with every character on the show is, oh my fucking god. Then, the best part, after the call when Garcia just hung up Reid repeated “Agent G Junior” in a quiet and confused voice, like a “what...?” kinda tone. And those of you who are new to the show or just in general do not understand, Garcia had literally said the Reid was like Gideon’s son, a statement which brings me to my next point. It’s difficult to deny that Gideon, Hotch, and Rossi provided parental roles to Reid throughout the show. Here’s how I put it where it makes the most sense to me, Gideon was like the father figure and Hotch was like the mother figure, and then when Rossi joined, Rossi became the mother figure and Hotch became the father figure. These maternal and paternal roles were especially prevalent when it came to the young Dr. Reid. Hell, in and early season (specifically 1.9 “Derailed”)  Elle while leaning on a car next to Reid called Gideon “Dad” when he walked by, Gideon then responded “Don’t call me dad” to which Elle talking only to Spencer said “I wonder how he’d feel about ‘mom’?”. 

[bookcub]

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[yikesyikesyikes95]

I don't like Noah u_u

i’ll never be ready

Summary: when you’ve been taken by the recent unsub, you both come to a shocking realization.

TW: torture, self-hatred (derek, spencer), scars, noah (the sucky date guy), angst, fluff if you squint. let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,486

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saying the case was rough was under kill-which, ironically, was opposite of the unsub’s mo. everyone had nearly lost count of how long they had been awake. 36, maybe 38 hours of nonstop work? going over case files and reviewing them for something - anything you might’ve missed. it all seemed a bit pointless because each time you reread a file you felt your eyes dropping down, threatening to betray you and make you succumb to the sleep.

“y/n,” hotch spoke. “you’ve been up the longest. go back to the hotel with derek and get some rest. be back here in 5 hours,” he demanded in a soft tone.

“won’t argue with that,” you chuckled best you could before morgan grabbed the keys, ushering the two of you to the car.

your hotel room was a few doors down from morgan’s. he bid you goodnight before he opened his door, allowing you to continue on to your room. you decided to get a bottle of water - the sleep deprivation probably making you feel more dehydrated than you actually were.

after you paid for the bottle, you took a swig of it and trudged on to your room. only, you didn’t make it. it felt as though the sleep you yearned for had finally taken over as it was accompanied by a throbbing migraine in the back of your head.

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[tillxthexearthxstartsxtoxcrumble]

It's always interesting seeing a character on Crimianl Minds played by an actor you knew and loved before this

In this episode it's Lydia from Teen Wolf

This will be difficult to watch considering she's the victim. It's always easier when they're the unsub.

She was my favorite character in Teen Wolf, dammit

[aropride]

just got the FUNNIEST url might become a crimianl minds blog again so i can use it

[spacedikut]

yes ma’am 🙌 sure does mean im team edward :D also i didnt know what dead by daylight wasss so i looked it up annnnd,, it was not what i was expecting but i am now very intrigued!,, i was not too kind! i was just the right amount bc it was SO GOOD!! can u tell my love language is praising ppl lol u just happen to be very easy to compliment. but yes! if im not mistaken he draws in season 2, the sad episode with the guy spencer rly connects too yknow? (can u tell i havent actually watched crimianl minds in a while lol) id love to see ur bird drawing tho queen (also i just looked up wht he drew literally everyone needs to go look at it its so hfjdkdjdksks bad) kidding! why are all my asks so long hh? -🐄

i respect team edward im team whoever loves me more because im touch starved

dead by daylight is kinda gruesome! and im 😔 so bad 😔 yet i keep playing 😔

I JUST LOOKED UP THE DRAWING ITS SUCH A MGG DRAWING but it’s. kind of spot on? it’s one of the better police sketches ive seen 😳 that whole episode is so sad but there’s the sweetest interaction between best friends penelope and spencer at the end so :)

your messages r never too long i PROMISE but im sorry my responses suck it’s because in general i suck ! i drew a bird for u under keep reading (pls contain yourself, i know it’s art in the highest form but my ego is big enough)

[yikesyikesyikes95]

Love how that ended, definitely not happy but very bitter sweet and I feel like that so much worse "Yea I found out she loved me too, ...as she died in my arms.. :')"

a little too late.

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x reader

summary: confessions of love a little too late.

warnings: swearing, violence. this story does not have a happy ending.

word count: 1,233

4650 minutes.

76 hours.

3 days.

3 days since you'd last seen sunlight, since you'd last licked your lips without tasting blood, since you'd last seen the faces of your team, the bau.

3 days since you'd been kidnapped.

I see these people way too much, you remembered thinking when you'd first started this case, the case that would change everything. Now, you'd give anything to see them once more. JJ, Emily, Derek, Spencer. You let out a loud sob against the gag in your mouth as Spencer's face appeared in your mind. You missed his face, his voice, the scrunch in his eyebrows as he concentrated, you just missed him. Over the course of the year that you'd spent in the bau, Spencer was your best friend.

He was always there for you, always checked up on you after a particularly hard case. On Valentines day, just a few months prior, he knew you'd be spending the day alone, and so invited you to a film festival with him. Though it wasn't necessarily your scene, you still had a lot of fun, and it was better than spending the day alone, way better.

Now, you would probably never get the opportunity again.

Even worse, you would never get the chance to tell him how much you loved him. How hard you had fallen for him. At some point in your friendship, you developed feelings for him, and with every waking day, they only got stronger. If it were anyone else, they probably would've caught on straight away with the way you acted, spoke and looked at him, but this was Spencer, clueless, oblivious, beautiful Spencer.

Your vision was blurred from tears, you struggled against the rope binding your hands behind your back. You gave up, the only thing it was achieving was making your hands sorer, making no actual progress. You were past hope at this point. You knew that your chances at survival were slim. All of your limbs had been tied up, and most of them you'd lost feeling in. You didn't doubt the team for a second, but it's been days before your first actual lead, and shortly after you were taken. It also didn't help that you were a pessimist by nature, a trait you'd inherited from your mother.

As more tears formed in your eyes, the door straight ahead of you in- what you assumed to be a basement opened. A tall, dark-haired man entered, his clothes stained with blood; presumably your own. You screamed as loud as you possibly could, your throat straining, the cloth in your mouth acting as a gag muffling it slightly.

"Oh, baby, don't do that. You'll tire yourself out." his voice was low and raspy, his tone in-genuine and mocking. He crouched down to you, reaching his arms out and removing the gag from your mouth.

"Let me go, you sick bastard!" you practically spat the words out at him, the corner of his lips turning up in a grin. Your stomach churned. More than anything, you just wanted to punch his repulsive face, and then again, and then again, and again until all he was, was a pale, lifeless body, the shell of an evil, vicious, psychopathic son of a bitch.

"That," he stood up, wiping his hands on his trousers, "I can't do."

You tried your fucking hardest not to let out the cry you could feel building up inside of you, not wanting to look vulnerable in front of someone who would surely take advantage of it. "My team are going to find you," you spoke with confidence, believing every word wholeheartedly, "and they are going to put a bullet through your head." you just hoped that when they did, it wouldn't be too late.

He laughed. He laughed so coldly, so cruelly, you could feel the sadism dripping from his voice. He laughed in a manner that only a serial killer could.

You looked up at his face, to his eyes. There was no compassion, no remorse, no emotion, no semblance of evidence that he was even human, there was nothing.

And that moment was when you realised,

You weren't getting out of this alive.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes betraying you, overflowing with liquid. Your shoulders shook as you cried, unable to hold yourself together any longer.

You were so tired.

It had been so long and you just wanted- needed for this to be over.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it already." your eyes opened slowly, tears running down your chin to your neck.

He grabbed your chin, stroking your cheek softly, the tears smearing across your face as he did.

BANG.

The door flew open. A gun was the first thing you registered before the unsub picked up a gun from beside him, grabbing your body and holding the weapon to your head.

"Damian Hunters, put the gun down!" you looked at Morgan in front of you, tears streaming down your face. He looked back at you, still pointing his gun, a pained expression on his face.

"Move any closer and I blow her brains out!" he nudged the gun further into you, almost as if to prove his point.

You looked behind him, the room flooding with cops and SWAT and- the agents- your family.

Emily stood just behind Morgan, JJ next to her. Hotch stood to your side, inching closer, Rossi opposite him. You moved your eyes slightly and that's when you saw him- Spencer's eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes glassy with tears and, although his gun is trained on the unsub, his eyes are fixed on yours. Another tear slipped down your face at the sight of him, and you just want to run to him and wrap your arms so tightly around him and never let go.

You could hear Morgan's voice in the background, but your mind wasn't registering anything he was saying. Hot blood coursed through your veins as you feared for your life, your eyes shutting involuntarily.

You hear Morgan scream before you feel it.

The sharp pain in your chest.

You look down, blood soaking your shirt. You collapse, falling to the concrete floor.

Spencer runs over to you, immediately untying you before putting your head in his lap, crying hysterically. "No, no, no, no.." He repeats, almost like if he says it enough, all the events that just occurred would somehow un-occur.

You reach your hand up, placing it on his cheek. He puts his hand on top of yours, a loud sob ringing through his body.

"I love you. I can't lose you. I love you so much." a tear falls from his eye, falling on to you.

"Spence." your voice is hoarse and quiet, barely audible.

"y/n." his lower lip quivers as his blinking rapidly increases.

"I love you. I've always loved you." This time it comes out in a whisper, and your words cause Spencer to cry even harder.

"I've loved you since the day I met you, since the day you walked through the doors of the FBI. You mean everything to me, y/n." his voice quivers as he also whispers.

Spencer's face is the last thing you see before your eyes shut, and you sigh contentedly.

You did get the chance.

And your wish came true, It's over.

You smile in the arms of Spencer.

and

Darkness.

a/n: I hope this wasn’t too disappointing of an ending. This is my first one shot (?) that I’ve written and posted on here, and I’m not entirely sure how tumblr works exactly so this is all very new to me. Please give me feedback and let me know if you liked it! This was written quite some time ago. I have to confess I did cringe a little reading this back but hopefully I can post some of my newer works alongside this one as soon as I figure out how to make a master list lmao. Constructive criticism is appreciated greatly!!!