#criminal minds ff

[cherriemi]

Forensic Experts | Chapter 1

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!FBI!reader

in: you had been transferred to the FBI headquarters to work as an assistant to the chief of department. an introduction to the FBI’s very own BAU, sparks a new friendship between you and Reid. but, how many meetings can happen before you two have feelings?

chpt sum: you meet the BAU while working on a crime scene and it seems you and Reid get along really well. you two meet a few more times until a shootout happens on the clock. Reid rushes to save you but at what cost?

wc: 2.1k

tw: chronic typing in lowercase, reader is shot, typical criminal minds stuff(murders, blood, gunshots), mostly fluff (let me know if i missed anything!!)

a/n: for most of this chapter, Reid calls you by your last name (indicated by a Y/Ln, different from Y/n!!) i wasn’t sure how else to get around it :P

you liked your old job, but when the transfer to the FBI headquarters was arranged by the department chief… you knew there was no one to stop the transfer. your apartment walls were bare, furniture donated and the lease terminated. the team threw you a goodbye party with your favorite ice cream and cake. you bawled your eyes out in front of your boss and now…

you were standing in front of your new one.

Dr. Davenport was the lead forensic analyst and chief of the department. he is mostly off the field doing paperwork and when he isn’t in his office, he is at home. Davenport was married with two children, one in college studying to be like their father and the other in 4th grade.

he liked you loads, showed you around the lab and when on the field, showed you some tips and tricks. he even let you drove the suv. as creepy and pedophilic the nickname was, it was as original Dr. Davenport was gonna get. within a few months, Davenport had shown you how to shut down the lab and how to work most of the equipment. “now that i finally have an assistant… i can rely on another person!” Davenport cheerfully said one day.

today you were on the field. according to the Davenport, this was the second body and another FBI unit was called in to help. that's why Davenport had dragged you out to this remote restaurant. the camera clicked in your hands. on these days, you normally snapped at least 1000 photos.

“Y/Ln!” Davenport called you over. you approached the group, minus Davenport there were at least 5 more people with him.

“Y/Ln, meet the Behavior Analysis Unit. Agents Hotchner, Prentiss, Morgan, Juareu, Rossi and Dr. Reid,” you gave a nod of acknowledgment to all. “agents, Y/Ln… my new assistant.” he beamed.

“glad to see the budget go to you,” Rossi smiled. Davenport chuckled. “well, i’ll let you go back to your photo taking… you creep.” you rolled your eyes, “right Davenport.”

you positioned yourself to another location. after snapping photos for a few minutes, someone approached you.

“Y/Ln correct?” you glanced behind and saw Dr. Reid, fidgeting with his fingers. you nodded, turning to face him.

“would it be alright if i looked at the photos?” Reid asked.

“sure!” you switched the camera to viewing mode and handed it off to Reid. he pressed the buttons viewing each photo, although you knew that each photo looked exactly the same.

“here.” Reid tilted the camera to show Rossi. “body was disposed like the previous victims.”

you took the camera back, analyzing the photo. “what do you see in this?” you asked.

Reid smiled and turned to Rossi, like he was non-verbally asking Rossi if he had time to answer. Rossi gave him a reassuring smile, "see how this body looks posed? hands by it side?” you nodded, “the unsub shows remorse-”

“unsub?”

“unidentified subject, it’s what we call suspects.”

you smiled, “i thought you were too young to be called doctor.” Rossi chuckled, “kid surprises me everyday.”

“i thought you were too young to be the chief department’s assistant.” he snapped back.

“ouch,” you jokingly held your arm as if he hit you, “i’m working on that doctor part.”

Reid smiled with you. at least he understood you were joking.

“i have 3-”

your eyebrows raised, “3? are you sure those are real degrees?”

“mathematics, chemistry and engineering.” you shook your head, “they should add two more doctors in front of your existing Dr. Reid to show how smart you are.”

Reid chuckled, “Dr Dr Dr. Reid is much more pleasing to the ears than Dr. Reid.”

“yes it is!” you smiled.

“hey kid,” Rossi interjected, “i’m going… you can stay, i’ll just be inside.”

“no it’s okay, i’ll be with you.” Reid replied, turning to you, “it was nice meeting you Y/Ln.”

“likewise, Dr. Reid.” he gave you a straight smile.

you were back in the lab. Dr. Jones was the forensic pathologist at the FBI headquarters. now that the case is an FBI one, Dr. Jones finally gets to work.

he called you in, slipping on his gloves and tossing you a clipboard. “help me, would you dear?”

Dr. Jones listed all the details from his autopsy, you wrote down his exact words and ticked boxes off on the checklist.

Jones and Davenport were quite a pair, they were like your work fathers. but unlike Davenport, Jones was divorced, he spent most of his time either at the lab or finishing some of Davenport’s work.

“did you catch all of that?”

you nodded, “every last bit.”

“great! let me finalize this and we can send it to the agents later.” Jones took the clipboard from you.

you returned back to your desk. Davenport shared some of his work load since he had to go teach a seminar today. you checked off all the information, all that was left was for Davenport to sign off.

“Y/n,” Jones peeked into your office, “i’m heading home…”

you looked up from your desk and saw Jones entering, “how many more files dear?”

“only 21.”

“to finish or in total?”

“to finish,” you yawned.

“you’re already so busy… finish this file and go home,” he reached out, dragging your current file out and pushing the rest away. “how’s your doctorate going?”

“it’s hard since i moved, doing online.”

Jones nodded, “i bet… me and Dav are always willing to help you.”

you smiled, “thank you.” Jones returned your smile. he knocked on your desk and left.

the stack of files started to look smaller and smaller but the time only grew later. you ignored Jones’ advice, you felt that since Davenport lent you this job, it was your duty to at least finish it. you were 3 files in before your eyes felt heavy and yawning became your breathing.

‘i’ll rest my eyes for a second.�� you told yourself as you leaned back. your eyes shut and all you felt was peace.

“Y/Ln?” the voice and knock on your door jolted you up. you adjusted your workspace to look as if you weren’t sleeping.

“i’m sorry to bug you-” it was Reid, “did you finish that autopsy report?” he asked.

you nodded, “mmhm, Jones should’ve sent it to your tech analysis? did he not?”

Reid chuckled, “i guess not- i’m sorry if it’s favor to ask-“

“noooo! it’s okay, not like i was leaving anytime soon.” you bounced from your seat and into Jones’ office. the drawers were dug through until all hope was lost. then, Reid picked up the file on his desk top.

“i think this is it Y/Ln.” Reid held the file so you could see it.

“oh… of course.” you groaned.

“thanks again Y/Ln.”

you nodded, “no problem.”

returning back to your office, you only noticed Reid hadn’t left because the front door never slammed shut. “you- you can go home.” a yawn escaped your mouth.

“can i talk you out?” you looked at Reid, confused. his eyes were on your work, “out of my office? you’d have to try really hard.”

“what is it that you are doing anyway?”

“reviewing files,” you replied as another file opened.

“i can help you-“ Reid paused for a second, “if you’d like.”

you smiled, “thanks, but it’ll take more time to explain it to you than-“

“i have 3 ph.D’s.” Reid circled around your desk, “just tell me what to do."

you took a second, “okay… try to keep up.” you explained to Reid what he had to read, what to make sure was right, was wrong, you even showed him examples. Reid caught up and took his first file… which he finished in merely 10 seconds.

you scoffed, “you didn’t even read it.” taking the file back, you spotted the mistakes he had circled in pen.

“i can read 20,000 words per minute.” your jaw dropped, “you are lying.”

“you watched me do it.”

you snickered, “okay, have at it.”

both of you only spent an hour in your office. Reid had sorted out 5 problem files. he watched as you filled in the blanks for the last file. the relief of having all your work done allowed you to finally take your. first deep breath.

“and we’re done.” you smiled, glancing at Reid. you checked your watch, “3am?”

“you would’ve been here till 7 if i didn’t help.”

you nodded, “thank you, Dr. Reid… i definitely owe you a coffee."

he smiled, “you getting this report is more than enough for me.”

“are you sure?”

“actually… you can call me Spencer.”

“Spencer…” the name lingered in your mouth, “call me Y/n, Spencer.” you smiled back at him.

“Y/n…” he paused, “promise me one thing?” you made eye contact with him, “go home tonight?”

you groaned, “you suck.” grabbing your messenger bag you lifted it over yourself. Reid waited until you left the lab before he bid you farewell.

a week has gone by since you and Reid’s private moment in office and another murder has been reported. your team was up on the ready at the crime scene. similar to the last scene, the only difference was rather than a restaurant, it was a quite diner on the edge of Virginia's metropolitan area. you had snapped a few photos of cars with gunshots in them and some blood splatters. everything seemed okay, the BAU and local PD was in the area.

then... gunshots rang around the location. the shots and voices of people telling everyone to get down rang throughout your ears.

a couple more shots echoed out, hitting metal around you. you were alone behind a parked car but saw some of your co-workers behind another vehicle. you made eye contact and they gestured you to come over. having peaked over the car, your co-workers repeated the gesture.

you came out of cover rushing over to your friend. “y/n-“ they whispered-yelled, squeezing your hand. “come on, they’re waving us over.” you nodded and caught a glimpse of a blonde woman fanning your group over to her cover.

you each went one at a time, you last.

when the agent was gesturing your turn, you peaked over and took a few steps out. but what you didn't expect was to be shot right in the shoulder.

you fell back in pain with a sharp yell. the burning sensation only followed. a few seconds later, someone had linked under your shoulders and dragged you until a shadow appeared on your right. you felt pressure on your right shoulder after.

“Y/n, it’s Reid…” the pain on your right shoulder was beyond comprehension.

“R- Reid?” your eyes were heavy but you managed to build the strength to open and look at Reid, “it hurts so- so bad.”

“i know, i know… deep breaths okay?” you followed his orders.

you closed your eyes, “no no, keep your eyes open okay?” you hummed in response.

Reid was blurred, his hair had no defined lines but his white collar button down stung your eyes because of how bright it was. you could feel your eyes losing against the bearing weight.

“Y/n. Y/n!” Reid’s voice only got more intense the more you closed your eyes, “look at me…”

you took a deep breath. “there you go… just keep looking at me.” his voice was calming to your ears, put you to sleep.

the light started to dissipate, Reid’s talking reminded you of that night he stayed to help you. the teasing of reading a file in 10 seconds.

“hey- hey! come on Y/n,” warmth grew on your left cheek, “stay with me,” light tapping followed, “for me Y/n, keep your eyes open for me.” Reid’s voice strained while the tapping increased in rhythm.

“I NEED A MEDIC!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

!!! CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON !!!

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Merry Christmas

Parring: Dr. Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Summary: You throw some Christmas party at your house where you show the BAU team your traditiona

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Hi! So, I'm currently in the 2nd season of CM, so there aren't more characters or anything, I'm new to the series, kinda, so please forgive. Second, the traditions in the ff are my country's traditions. Feel free to share yours in the comments!

"Merry Christmas!" Penelope opened her arms to hug you at the doorframe, big smile decorating her beautiful face. "Thank you for the invitation, sweetheart."

"I'm glad you came." You moved a bit to the side to let your coworker come in. "Make yourself at home, Pen."

"Sure will do." She winked at you and started to walk around your house, from time to time she was making nice comments about the decor.

The next person to come was Spencer. In a red sweater, Mr. "I know it all" greeted you with little, and cute, hand waving, his iconic move.

And after him, the others came in, in the order: Jason, Emily with JJ, Aaron and Derek.

"Your Christmas is a lot different than ours." Started Emily when you put another fish on the table.

"Yeah. Only 12 dishes? You have to try everything? That's insane." Murmured Derek with a glass of dried-fruit juice. "Where did you all get that from?"

"The Bible." Before you could answer, Spencer was faster. "You know, according to the Bible, there were 12 apostles so Catholic countries put 12 dishes on the Christmas table. They also leave an empty seat for an unannounced guest or, more spiritual, for those that had died."

"Yeah." You nodded with a smile. "That's right. Just the tradition, nothing more."

"Tradition is good." Whispered Gideon. "Tells a lot about the person."

"Once again, thank you for having us." Hotchner interrupted the info dump. "It might be a new experience for us, but that's life, right? We learning."

"Oh, stop. You making my angel blush!" Garcia petted your back in a soothing manner but with a smile on her face.

You were glad they came. Hey, they were family and Christmas is family time. You needed them now due to your family being all dead.

After dinner, came the present time! Everyone gathered in the living room and Derek, with a red Santa's hat, started to dispense the presents. Of course, he had to add something funny before giving it to the final owner, which has been making everyone laugh.

The atmosphere was amazing. It felt family-like and you didn't want it to go away any moment soon.

"It's party time!" Said Morgan, and with Emily by his side, they opened champagne and other alcoholic drinks they had brought.

Immediately , it reminded you of New Year Eve and the party your friends had always thrown. There was always lots of alcohol, music, dancing and many more.

"Let's go!" JJ grabbed your wrist and pulled into the dancing circle, you had no other choice but to join them, and you did.

Saying you weren't having the best time of your life would be a lie. You were so happy with those people, you were ready to call the your fucking family, and in your head you were. You loved each of them in your own way, and you hoped they noticed that. Well, they were profilers, they sure did.

The clock on the wall was showing 3:15am, with its quiet ticking interrupting the quiet carols. You turned off the tap in the kitchen and dried your hands. Everyone was asleep, either on the couch, armchairs or floor while you had been washing the dishes and cleaning after the party.

As quiet as possible, you came back to the living room with blankets and covered everyone with one, you didn't want them to catch a cold.

"Happy Christmas." You whispered with a shy smile before you started walking to the stairs.

"Happy Christmas, Y/N." The quiet voice of Reid's made you stop in the half way and smile again before you looked his way.

"I thought you were sleeping. Sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't, don't worry." He shook his head with his innocent smile you liked so much.

"Would you like to join me for a movie?" You hesitated some time before asking that, it was your little secret.

"Sure." Spencer lifted himself from the armchair and came up to you, then followed you upstairs.

You had this thing, you needed to watch your favourite movie after Christmas Eve to fall asleep. It was hard to explain why only this time of year but you didn't complain. You loved the movie, so it was a pleasure.

"If you don't mind, we will watch 'The Nightmare before Christmas'." You said when you finally reached your room and turned on the TV.

"Whatever you want. I'm fine with that." Spencer sat next to you, on the floor by the bed and placed his head on his knees. "Did you know that Tim Burton only produced the movie, not directed it?"

"I read it somewhere. But thank you for reminding me that." A little smile appeared on your lips before you clicked 'play' and the movie began.

Only a few minutes of the movie passed and in the corner of your eye you saw Spencer rock back and forth.

"You know you can say that, right?" You whispered with your head turned his way and a smile. "That's okay. Go on."

"Did you know that Danny Elfman only voices Jack's singing, not his spoken voice?" With your permission, Reid lets out his kept breath, what made you chuckle, and he started to talk. "He also voices two other characters, Barrel and the Clown."

"Really? That's so amazing." You whispered. "It's good to have you by my side."

"Oh, that's... nothing big." Spencer scratched the back of his head in a shy manner.

You moved on with the movie, with Reid giving you some fun facts about it. And even though you knew all that, you'd been a fan since day one, you've been listening carefully like if you didn't know them. You loved listening to Spencer, you loved his knowledge and how passionately he was sharing it. You loved... Spencer. You liked it or not, you were in love with him and his knowledge.

Unluckily, the movie ended, so did your time with Reid.

"Thank you for your company." You said and turned the TV off. "And thank you for coming...to the party. I had the best time."

"We should be thankful." Chuckled Spencer. "You taught us a lot. We now understand more."

"Don't tell me you don't profile each other on a daily basis?" You joked.

"We do....At least I do. Especially Hotch." Reid looked at the open door as if Aaron was about to come in. "He's the easiest to read."

"True." You both laughed but immediately hushed it because you remembered about sleepyheads downstairs. "Especially his mood."

Your coworker smiled and nodded his head as an agreement.

You both were going along very well, even too well sometimes, from Emily's point of view (good meaning). She really often has been telling you, that you and Spenc were acting like siblings.

"If you want, you can stay here." You offered when Reid started to get up from the ground, you didn't think what were you saying.

"I-...A-... I'll go downstairs. I have my stuff there." He looked hesitant and a bit embarrassed, especially his eyes were hesitant.

"Sure." You nodded and watched him leave the room. "Spenc."

Seconds after him leaving, you called after him and ran up to him.

"Yeah?" Asked Reid with confusion.

"Merry Christmas." Shy kiss was planted on Spencer's cheek before you turned around and disappeared behind the door to your room.

"Me-....merry Christmas." Whispered the man while touching the place your lips touched.

[pinkiebieberpie]

pov: your camera roll if you were dating spencer reid

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Another One

[dirchristophernolan]

INSANE to me that emily prentiss always had waaay more chemistry with characters that weren't supposed to be her romantic interests (hotch? cooper? jj?) than with those that WERE her canon romantic interests (andrew mendoza and that one english dude in the pilot of suspect behavior)

[seonghwadyke]

you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

[sintowinemily]

17 Minutes - Spencer Reid

pairing: Spencer Reid x unnamed female!oc (can be reader if you so wish)

summary: Every Monday morning, Spencer is exactly seventeen minutes late to work. The team have no idea what is holding up the young genius.

warnings: third person, pining, one-sided pining, unknowing party, obsessive Spencer, (kind of) stalking (??), unhappy ending.

word count: 1145

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Spencer Reid is late to work every Monday, and has been for months. If he wasn’t so integral to the team, SSA Aaron Hotchner would have him disciplined by now, but knowing what he knows at twenty-four, there is no way Hotch would risk him being on disciplinary leave. 

Hotch doesn’t know why Spencer is late on the same day every week, neither does Derek or Elle, not even Jason Gideon knows why Spencer fumbles his way into the round-table room 17 minutes late every Monday clutching at a take-away cup of coffee, red in the face and satchel hanging around his elbow. Spencer would never tell them what could be so important. Gideon worries it’s his mother, Derek teases him that some girl is keeping him up late on a Sunday night – so unprofessional. 

What they don’t know is that it is a girl. But she isn’t keeping him up late on a Sunday night, she isn’t begging him not to leave their bed on a Monday morning. Although Spencer wishes, so desperately, more than anything that she did. 

Every Monday, on his way to the Metro stop, Spencer stops at his favourite coffee shop. It’s a quaint independent little place, with long leather couches and oak bookshelves mounted on the walls. It’s dark and the walls are painted olive green, it has old espresso machines that whine loudly and exposed lightbulbs hanging low from the ceiling. Spencer goes in every morning and orders a flat white and empties half of their glass sugar dispenser into it. But every Monday, he orders a large latte and takes a seat on one of the large couches, and watches. All he does is watch.

She has long dark hair, which falls down her lower back. Spencer observes that she has to pull it to the side to stop her from sitting on it. Her short nose, which curves up at the end scrunches whenever she turns a page of her book. She’s there every Monday, and every week she has a new book perched on her right knee, which is crossed over her left one. Every week she is wearing some variation of the same outfit, a long skirt and a knitted jumper which is too long in the sleeves. Her hair is occasionally tied back in a black ribbon, but Spencer prefers it when she lets it hang loose, free. 

The first week she approached the old 1970s vintage jukebox, which looks like it is an original but is loaded up with modern records as well. She chose Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks. This is what sparked Spencer’s interest, he would have expected someone of her [their] age to have chosen something more modern but as he watched her go to sit down and properly observed her floor-length dress (which surely had to be altered as she didn’t look over five foot four inches), he realised she was different. He continued watching as he stood at the counter and waited for his coffee, to-go. What he observed next made his heart skip a beat.

She pulled out a battered copy of Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.

Instead of leaving with his take-away cup, he sat at the couch on the opposite side of the room and watched her. He was 17 minutes late to work.

And so began the unprofessional habit he entered into, every Monday he was 17 minutes late to work because he was watching the beautiful girl read some piece of classical literature. Sometimes English, sometimes American, sometimes Russian, sometimes German. One week it was All Quiet on the Western Front. Another week it was Philip Roth’s alternative history. The next it was Kafka’s The Trial. Then for three consecutive weeks after that it was a different Ray Bradbury book every Monday. And so on, and so forth. (Of course, Spencer had already read all of these.)

Spencer wasn’t sure if she read one a week, or one a day. But he became as obsessed with finding out what the stranger was reading as to what she was wearing, or whether she had ordered an americano or an oolong tea. He would watch as she held the book in her right hand, her left hand balled into a fist, nestled into her hair, which she rested her head on as she read. She licked her lips every four minutes and twenty-seven seconds; she would crane her neck from side to side every six minutes and twelve seconds. Spencer had become so enamoured with this girl, this girl who was devouring all his favourite novels. He knew on the seventh week of watching her that he might well be in love with her, despite not even knowing her name. 

If Spencer was a different man, he would have approached her, he would have asked her thoughts on the tension between Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet, he would have asked her if she had read any of his favourite obscure Russian novels. But he wasn’t that man, he was too reserved, too nervous.

On the eleventh week Spencer walked into the coffee shop with his head held high. This would be the day he would be the man he wanted to be. He would at least introduce himself to her. 

It was a shock to him when she wasn’t sat at her usual spot, but instead was the only person in the queue in front of him, waiting to be served. (She ordered an oolong tea.) She stood to the side and gave him a small, nervous smile as he made his way to the counter to place his own order. He was too in his own head to even return the smile. He ordered his latte and stood behind her again to wait for his order. She was staring into space in front of them, tapping her foot on the ground. A to-go cup was placed on the counter to collect, and she stepped forward to collect it, Spencer is watching her in a fashion which he knows is creepy but as she is facing away from him, he knows she won’t notice. 

But as you can imagine, to Spencer’s surprise she spins around quickly and looks direct at him.

‘Sorry, I think this is yours.’ She says, the to-go cup in her outstretched hand, her left hand.

That’s when Spencer realises, he had never studied her left hand before. If he had he would have noticed the ring. The large diamond ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. He gives her his thanks and hurries out of the coffee shop and makes his way straight to the metro stop. He should have known that the girl destined to be his soulmate, destined to be the love of his life, would already be taken. 

And, Spencer Reid was never late to work again. 

[dewsgremlin]

Rain gives me Spencer Reid vibes✨

[cherriemi]

Trivia Night

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

in: reid has always noticed every tiny detail about you, the slight change in your hair or attitude. so when you throw a birthday party and include a trivia game for your unit to learn more about you, spencer gets every question right.

tw: improper capitalization, fluff, non-consensual kiss (let me know if there is anything else!)

a/n: this is my FIRST ff writing in years, so yes it’s bad and yes i’m rusty. please be nice to me :,(

wc: 2.3k

you walked into the office… and he could instantly tell something was off. it didn’t take long until he remembered that your hair was now shorter. you had gotten a haircut and he would be first to comment.

“did you get a haircut y/n?” he asked as you placed your bag on your desk. you nodded, “is it that short??” messing with your hair and seeing if the ends are shorter than you had remembered. “no, i like it.” a smile formed on his face. “thank you.” you looked away, flustered. 

he always noticed changes first. they were compliments, questions of concern. it never weirded you out as he admitted to having an eidetic memory. it just frustrated you that he always knew what was different. 

“i haven’t seen you in red… it compliments your undertones a lot.” 

“your makeup looks different, did you put on eyeliner? i quite like it.” 

“what happened to your finger? be careful next time okay?” 

“let’s get started for our case review.” hotchner poked his head out from the conference room. you grabbed what you needed and head up the steps with reid just behind you.

it was your birthday! you had invited your co-workers as they were the only people you really knew. joining the team only half a year ago, you moved away from your dream location but moved into a better job. 

you anxiously waited for someone to show up. your apartment was decorated, food cooked and the vinyl record playing smooth jazz. one of your favorite records, it was a compilation of a few popular artists and songs. you had found it selling for $2.99 at an estate sale back from your old job. 

you heard a couple voices from outside the door and then a knock. you rushed to the door, checking the peephole. it was hotchner and prentiss. 

the door door swung open, “happy birthday!!” emily prentiss cheerily pulled you in for a hug. hotchner smiled, repeating back what emily said with a back pat. “gifts can go over there.” your hand gestured towards the kitchen island. 

soon enough derek morgan and penelope garcia showed up, then jennifer and rossi. the party already seemed to be starting but you knew someone was missing. spencer reid appeared, exactly 25 minutes later than you had told the group chat. 

“come on reid!” derek and jennifer teased the boy. he was red on the face, a card in one hand and the other holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. he was dressed as he usually was: dress shoes, trousers, and a button up with a vest over. “sorry, i had to take the subway.” he responded. 

you grabbed the card from his hands, “it’s okay reid, go ahead and help yourself.” you set the card on the island as he walked over towards the pots and pans. he helped himself to some chicken and pasta. 

after the eating and cake cutting, it was gift giving time. you opened all the gifts in the kitchen while everyone watched. most of your co-workers gifted you a card with money but penelope had gifted wrapped a gift for you. you torn it open and found a bow ribbon set. you smiled and hugged her. 

you called everyone to the living room. emily, jennifer, penelope and derek had crushed themselves on the loveseat while rossi claimed the single seater you had. you grabbed your two only other chairs and placed them next to where rossi was. hotchner and reid sat in the new present chairs. 

you grabbed your phone which was connected to the tv and opened a slideshow, “y/n’s trivia night.” read rossi.

penelope sat up, “oh i am so good at these!” 

you reached behind the tv and checked for the gift card. “i thought that since i was the newest addition to the team… i would have a trivia game so you could learn more about me!” you pulled out a $50 visa gift card, “i prepared a prize for the 1st place winner… a $50 visa gift card!” everyone cooed at the possibility for a prize. “free money? now i’m in!” rossi joked. 

the first round was a multiple choice section, and each correct answer was worth 1 point. you explained the rules to your co-workers. the first question appeared on the slide. what is y/n’s favorite color? 

C. B. A. A. D. E. B. “the correct answer is B, one point to penelope and reid!” penelope nudged derek as he groaned. you assumed they had argued about your favorite color. 

another question, when is y/n’s birthday?

A. A. A. A. B. D. C. “the correct answer is… C! point to reid!” everyone groaned, especially those at the loveseat. they all answered your trick question, which had the incorrect year. 

you finished out the round 1 questions until everyone noticed a pattern. reid had gotten every single question correct. penelope would be a close second if 6 and 4 were neighbors. then emily and jennifer were tied, hotchner at 5th, rossi at 6th and derek dead last. penelope teased derek after the rankings were called out. 

you introduced round two, a free response round where each question was worth two. you admitted this round had more leeway as you could get 1 point for getting part of the answer but it had to be specific enough to warrant the 2 points. 

this round went by slower. without the help of given answers they had to use their brain power to create an answer. the first question was rough for many. hotchner got the single point for guessing your favorite childhood tv show but reid ultimately got the 2 points for getting the entire title. 

round two was so horrible, you ended up having to provide one hint per person to get points. you would have regretted making it a free response section if reid hadn’t gotten all the questions right again. 

you read the rankings, reid, penelope, hotchner, jennifer, emily, rossi and derek. 

you announced the third and final round. “it’s a single question.” everyone relaxed. “this question is worth double all your points.” everyone sat up. everyone but derek, rossi and emily had a chance to overcome reid, but it all came down to if reid missed the question. 

you read the question. gave them a few minutes as you served more champagne. after the minutes were up you counted down from 3 and had everyone revealed their answers. to everyone’s surprise reid had gotten the answer correct. almost exact to how you worded it on the tv. 

you read the final results. “last place is tied with derek and rossi at 5 points… emily with 8, hotchner with 10, jennifer with 11, penelope with 14 and reid with… 36.” 

derek stood up, “cheaters don’t win!” reid was red at the attention. you pulled the visa gift card and handed it to reid with a smile. penelope clapped for reid and joined jennifer, hotchner and rossi. derek was pouting. “excuse derek, he’s being a jerk.” peneople elbowed derek. 

the party went on for another hour until derek and peneople noted the time. “we have to go y/n, sorryyy.” peneople apologized. you bid them farewell. soon enough emily and jennifer wanted to leave as well. with emily and jennifer leaving, rossi and hotchner left after wishing you happy birthday for the third time. 

you were wrapping the food when reid entered after his bathroom break. “did everyone leave?” he asked. 

“yup, you can leave too… it won’t bug me.” you reassured reid in case he was waiting to leave. 

he approached you in the kitchen. “do you need help?” you looked at him, “if you could wrap the left over pasta, i would appreciate that.” 

he grabbed a sheet a tinfoil and sealed the ends. “could i actually take some of the pasta home?” he asked. you nodded, “of course! take however much you’d like.” you handed him a container. 

he spooned the pasta into the container. “you’re a wonderful cook y/n.” another compliment. 

“thank you,” escaped a smile while you felt your cheeks get warm. you pushed your lower back against the island. reid was taking more pasta. “are you a cheater?” you asked. 

he shut the container before turning around. “i’ve never dated so-“ 

“no i mean the game.” you cut through. he turned red. “how would i cheat?” it was a question of interest. he didn’t know the answer which was out of the norm for him. “i’m just surprised you got a perfect 100 on my trivia game.” 

reid’s mouth turned upwards, “eidetic memory y/n.” the eye contact was too much. “you say that, but can’t tell hotchner when his birthday is.” you rebutted. it was a question that hotchner blurted out during the game. emily prentiss, rossi and even derek knew his birthday but spencer had failed to come up with the correct answer. 

reid was chewing the inside of his mouth. “hotchner is old and uninteresting.” he jabbed at his boss. “and i am?” he nodded. “new people are always more interesting.” 

you had looked away. reid’s eye contact was too much for you. it was odd, he almost never could hold eye contact with anyone on the team but you? come to think of it, this was the first time since being transferred to the BAU that you and reid were alone. whenever the team split, reid was somehow in your group by chance but when it was one on one, you were paired with jennifer or hotchner.

in the beginning hotchner just wanted to get to see your working style and see how you handled people. after the first months, you had built a relationship with jennifer and she always pulled you away. she loved to hear what you thought about the other members, but you never told her the truth about reid. as a new member, it would leave a sour taste in their mouths if you immediately had issues with one member.

it wasn’t an issue though, it was more of an observation. 

he knew when you were born, he knew where you had transferred from, he knew your favorite genre of music and books, and now he knew where you lived. “is everything okay y/n?” reid cut through the silence. 

you realized it had been a couple minutes of silence. you avoided his eye contact and were zoning out. “yes…” you replied. reid stepped closer. “are you sure?” here he was asking you questions. he can sense the change in you. “yes, reid.” you replied. 

reid paused. “i got you a gift,” he dug into his bag, “but i was worried you wouldn’t like it.” he pulled out a small box. one that looked like it would house a necklace. he moved closer to you and reached his arm out. 

you took the box and opened it. inside was a necklace. gold, heart shaped with a beautiful gem in the middle that shined with the kitchen lights. “oh, it’s so pretty reid.” you lifted the necklace out of the box, unclasped it and slipped it on. 

reid analyzed. you could hear his breathing. in and out. in and out. once the necklace was on, reid asked, “does it fit well?” you knew it took a lot of effort, “perfectly.” you mumbled in response. 

reid hadn’t stepped back. you two were closer than ever. his hand brushed against clothing and reached for your chin. he lifted your face to look him in the eye. your cheeks were warming up faster than ever.

you both stayed silent. his hand wrapped around, sitting politely on your cheek. then before you could react, he leaned forward, his lips touching yours. 

at first, you were surprised at the sudden gestures of reid. he was quite germaphobic, refusing to even shake hands. that was your first lesson in the fbi, reid didn’t like being touched. he took the largest step back when you went in for a hand shake and hotchner behind you, “he doesn’t like hand shakes, i should’ve told you that.”

you could not resist. his lips were soft, his hand warmed your cheek and his free arm found it’s way around your waist. your body spoke that he wasn’t being rejected, and he pulled you in closer. 

it felt like the kiss had lasted minutes when he finally pulled back. “sorry,” he apologized, stepping back.

before he could go any further, you grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss. now he was surprised but that didn’t last longer than a split second. he cupped your face and kissed you. you opened your mouth slightly and he slipped his tongue inside, feeling around you. he pulled back taking the messenger bag he had donned all night off. returning, he held onto your waist while you reached for the back of his neck. 

everything clicked for you. he remembered all the small and obscure details about you because he was interested in you. when you told reid your favorite color because he noticed the different tops you had of that one color, when you told reid that your birthday was the reason for your favorite season. everytime reid asked you if you had changed your hair or makeup, it was because he had remembered that you keep your hair down and your makeup minimal. 

you pulled back, “you remembered everything about me because you were interested didn’t you.” reid was blushed, you weren’t sure if it was due to the kissing or the comment or maybe he was just hot. “i’m guilty…” he nodded, avoiding eye contact.

you begged reid to tell you the when and why. he was so embarrassed. admitting that he had never had a crush, and he asked hotchner what it meant to have an anxious feeling around a woman. “hotchner laughed at me and said that i was too smart to not know what attraction was.” reid told you. it was safe to say, that reid did not leave your apartment that night– in fact… he stayed the night at your apartment quite often. 

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Happy New Year

Parring: dr. Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Summary: It's a New Year Eve party!

Warnings: fluff I guess

A/N: Happy New Year guys! I had some drinks so excuse any mistakes!

Just like for Christmas Eve, you invited your team from BAU over to celebrate New Year Eve with you.

You decorated the house with some balloons, prepared some food and alcohol. You put on shiny clothes (made shiny make up) and waited for the team to appear by your door.

As always, Penelope was first. Her beautiful smile enlightened the house and her colourful clothes gave colours to the monotonous decor of the living room.

"You make our life a lot better, sweetheart." Said the woman and hugged you again, the third time in 5 minutes.

The next one was Emily. Her dark hair, perfectly composed with black, slightly shiny dress, was tied in a loose bun with free strands on the sides.

JJ wore a red dress and curled her blond hair that had fallen on her back and shoulders.

The men, instead of Gideon was Rossi, the sudden change you didn't expect to happen, came in wearing suits or something quite elegant.

"Who would think we would need your little parties." Joked Morgan, a glass of homemade alcohol in between his fingers.

"We're glad you're with us." Joined him Emily with a smile and a glass of whiskey.

"Sure." You jokingly rolled your eyes then laughed. "You only need my alcohol, nothing more."

"Actually..." Everyone looked at Spencer who was enjoying his one and only vodka. "We all are very fond of you. Me especially."

"Yeah, we know." Agreed Derek with a smile. "We know."

You also smiled. You've never heard Reid being so straightforward with anything except information and facts. What he had said made your stomach turn upside down and the heart to skip a few beats.

You were also very fond of Spencer. As you realized before Christmas Eve, you were fucking in love with him and you were sure nothing could change that any time soon.

After some talking with food along, you all started to dance, sing and drink even more. Those people in your house, they were totally different people from that you worked with. It's not like you were complaining, no. It was just good to know that they were feeling comfortable enough to show their other side to you.

"You know." Quiet tipsy Emily sat by your side on the sofa and pointed at Reid who was singing one of Abba's song with Aaron in the middle of your living room. "The doctor is very fond of you. He looks at you all the time. He talks about you when you're not around. He's kinda obsessed, you know?"

"That's... That's good to know, thank you." You didn't know what to think about the information you just received.

Should you work on that? Or should you leave it as it was? Gods only know.

When all those thoughts were going through your head like F1 cars, your eyes locked with those belonging to Spencer. You both smiled at each other. You felt another heat wave hit your face. You were in love with the guy.

3...

2....

1...

Happy New Year!

The fireworks flew to the sky and exploded with million colours, making the night sky the brightest in the whole year.

"I hope we stay together." Started Penelope and clinked her glass with Derek's. "I really love you guys!"

"We love you too, Pen." You said and kissed her cheek.

Everyone, of course with champagne in their hands, wished everyone happy new year and more. It was a tradition, right?

"Y/N." Before you came back inside behind everyone, Reid stopped you by calling your name and slightly pulling your top.

"Yes, Spenc?" You stopped and looked at the doctor who looked cute with those red cheeks and hazy eyes.

"I wanted to...." His hand hid under his hair as he scratched his neck what, as always, made you smile. "Happy New Year, Y/N."

You opened your mouth to answer but before you even made a sound, Spencer's lips touched yours.

You always knew him as an individual who would rather avoid physical touch yet here he was. His lips on yours, his hands on your cheek and waist, almost no distance between you two. And oh gods, you loved that! You loved that too much.

"Happy New Year." You whispered after you two parted. "I hope you stay with me, Spenc."

"I hope so too, Y/N." One more kiss before coming in, his hand on your lower back and wide smiles on both your faces.

"So...." JJ pushed Emily away from the window and looked at Morgan who was facing the wall.

"Shall we congratulate you, guys?" Asked Aaron.

"I think so." Answered Reid for both of you.

"Happy New Year then!"

[pinkiebieberpie]

pov: your camera roll if you were on a vacation with boyfriend!spencer reid

[piqtescue]

hes too pretty i can’t take it😭

[kumezyzo]

i woke up with mathew gray gubler brainrot. specifically domestic husband mgg... so now you have to deal with it too 😁 pt.2

husband! mathew who wakes up grinning like a little kid because he knows you'll be in his arms when he opens his eyes

husband! mathew that has albums of pictures of you and your son throughout the years. he looks at them in on days where he misses you too much during filming days

husband! mathew who dances to old sappy love songs with you in the morning. he holds you close and with his eyes closed, he sways with you gently, both of you feeling like you're falling in love all over again.

husband! mathew that can see your teenage son filming you two dancing and laughing together. he loves it when your son posts the video to tiktok and people swoon over the love you two have for eachother

[blackbird-brewster]

As we quickly approach the end of S17, I just keep praying Rebecca stays safe. In a show where they love to inflict pain on the main character's loved ones.... I am so scared for her.

With the cute Tara/Rebecca scene in 17x08 it seems like they're back together now (not that we got to see any of that reconciliation on screen 🙄) and I STG if Rebecca gets hurt/killed I will riot.

Off the top of my head, here's what's happened to romantic and familial relations to the main characters:

Hayley Hotchner - Murdered (S5)

Erin Strauss - Murdered (S8)

Maeve Donovan - Murdered (S8)

Krystall Rossi - Deceased (S16)

Jack Hotchner - Held hostage while his mother was murdered (S5)

Will LaMontange Jr - Held hostage, shot, strapped to a bomb (S7)

Henry LaMontange - Held hostage (S7)

Savannah Hayes - Shot (S11)

Gabriel Lewis - Abducted, held hostage (S12)

Kristy Simmons - Held hostage (S13)

Diana Reid - Abducted, held hostage (S13)

(Probably some I've forgotten lol)

Unfortunately, I wouldn't put it past this show to bury the gays. I hope to god I'm wrong. I do not care about the plot anymore. All I want is for Rebecca and Tara to be safe and happy. 🙏

[carsonsbackwardscap]

ok but what the wardrobe department did to emily prentiss should be a crime

[criminal-addict]

Friends.....should I post my Criminal Minds fanfiction, Spencer x OC, here?

I don't know so I'm asking you all

Should I or shouldn't I?