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All my lovely writer friends: I love your work. You are doing amazing.

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If I have forgotten one of you: I am deeply sorry and still love you very much. Its just a huge amount of writers I follow and sometimes its difficult to remember every name.

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This is so beautifully said!!

Farewell Criminal Minds!

For 15 years this show has been a big part of my life. Through high school, college, my first years on the job, suicidal ideations, good times, better times and anything and everything in between, Criminal Minds has been a constant for me. I fell in love with the characters from the very beginning and without them and this show I wouldn’t be who I am today. 

As the show comes to a close, I find myself both sad and happy. It’s over, sure, but it brought me so many close friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. It brought me a love of writing that has included fanfiction and original work. The show made me a writer. It and so many of the OG CM accounts inspired me to start writing and know I consider ‘writer’ as an integral part of who I am. How cool is that? A show and so many of its amazing fans have made me who I am today.

Though the show is over, let the fandom remain dedicated. And always remember: 

Spencer Reid taught us its okay for us to embrace who we are in every way, no matter what.

Derek Morgan taught us that our pasts do not define us. What matters is how we conduct ourselves each and every day.

Jennifer Jareau taught us that we can make our lives what we want them to be. Family-oriented, professional, both, it doesn’t matter. We can be who we want to be and are better people because of it. 

Emily Prentiss taught us it’s okay to take a step back to find ourselves and it’s okay if your family is the one you’ve chosen rather than the one you were born into.

Penelope Garcia taught us to smile in the face of negativity and adversity. It’s hard and it can rarely be done alone, but it can be done and we’re all the better for it.

David Rossi taught us what it means to family - there for each other through thick and thin. 

Tara Lewis taught us to stand tall, drop that ‘weight’ and walk around like the badasses we are.

Luke Alvez taught us the value of friendship and how quickly it can form.

Matt Simmons taught us not to let the poison of our jobs and everyday lives snake their way into precious family time.

Aaron Hotchner taught us to always do what is right, even though it may not be easy.

Tagging a bunch of CM accounts that have made my experience what it is today: @heycasbutt @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes @thespringpriestess @illegalcerebral @stunudo @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @veroinnumera @brywrites @beautiful-bau-beau @gayreids @girlscrushes @imagine-criminal-minds @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes @hotchnerfuckmeup @kalie-bee @literallyprentissstwin @merlxn-emrys @madamredwrites @naturallytom @notsopersonalcharlie @original-criminal-fanfics @obsessedwithspencerreid @prettyboyeffect @princesswagger16 @reid-fiction @reiding-and-writing @reidreader @rmmalta @spencereidings @spence-imagines @spencerthepipecleaner @toyboxboy  @ummspencerreid @wonderboygenius @zugzwangxo @chaotic-fanfics @jockjenniferjareau @itsmeedee @mcuparkers @tenaciousarcadeexpert @marvelfanlife @bucky-smiles @spencescurls @collinsstanharbour @livingtheobsessedlife @bleedreid @hotch-and-reid @tippy06 @wanderlustbynature @comehealinmyarms

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Hey BAU-ties! First off, I want to apologize for not updating this blog in some time. I really do love this show, fandom, and writing for it. Life, writer’s block, and mental circumstances make it hard for me to stay motivated and dedicated to writing. The reason I keep coming back and updating every so often is because of all of you who support, leave likes, reblog, and share my work. I truly love you all. This blog is here to stay and I promise to officially say if I ever walk away from it, but as of right now I want to help keep this fandom alive after these final episodes tonight.

Second, I want to write this as an open love letter to Criminal Minds. This show has done so much for me. It has given me a place to channel creativity and emotion through fanfiction about characters such as Spencer, representation in ways I never knew I needed in Garcia, and powerful women and vulnerable men in the entire ensemble. I could go on forever. I first saw this show back in 2009, when I went on an IMDB binge of all of Jackson Rathbone’s work during my teenage Twilight obsession and came across the episode “Conflicted.” The show was gripping, scary, and incredibly entertaining. From then on, I’ve been hooked and watching as much as I can. And then there was Matthew. Matthew has been not only a celebrity favorite of mine for over a decade, but he’s been a symbol of individualism and represents a leading man I was not privy to before this show. I am so happy we all get to see him be his best self and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for the future. The same goes for this entire cast of great talents. I am so sad that there will be no more episodes after tonight, but I am glad they’re ending on such a strong note. Many shows are unable to do that and I am so grateful that these characters are (hopefully) getting the sendoff they deserve. So for the last time*: Wheels Up. Until the fandom creators take over, that is. ;) I invite all of you to share in my Ask any memories or stories surrounding this show! We can even start a CM Group Chat! Let me know if anyone’s interested!

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She Has a Tell - Criminal Minds Drabble (Spoilers for 14x15!)

Nothing cures writers block and raises dead writers like stressful season finales!  

Here’s how I’d go about the end of “Truth or Dare”. Really quick drabble! Hope you enjoy it! Unbeta’d! 

This is how I’d write the episode if I had to keep the clickbait-y, cliff-hanger scene in while keeping my ideals for the characters.

“Last chance. Something you’d never say aloud, not even to your partner here. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me or I kill him.” Casey said, waving the gun at both JJ and Reid.

“Okay, okay,” the blonde complied, the inner turmoil apparent on her face. Her two throwaway confessions didn’t phase the unsub. She knew what she could say, but if she were to make it believable enough for the killer she knew she’d be breaking Spence’s heart.

“Come on!”

Just as she turned to stare into the eyes of her best friend, accepting that she may have to hurt him in a way she swore she never would, she recalled a recent memory.

I know the lady’s bluffing because she has a tell.

That was it, Jennifer concluded. Before the crazed man could catch on and pull the trigger, JJ stuck out her bottom lip and blew her breath upwards to cool her perspiring face, “Spence, um,” she stuttered and shifted her eyes around hoping the killer would chalk it up to nerves about her deep confession, but as the subtle look of realization dawned on Spencer’s face, she knew she could continue, “I’ve always loved you.” Despite knowing Spencer was aware she was being untruthful, the hopeful look he played up tugged at her heart. She thought back to the young man that asked her to that football game all those years ago, when the hope was palpable and not just some facade for a crazed unsub trying to prove that everyone was as guilty as he was. “And I was just too scared to say it before and now things are just really too complicated to say it now. I’m sorry, but you should know.”

“Hot damn, that’s what I’m talking about! Now those are some last words right there. But not good enough to save your life!” Casey said pointing the barrel at JJ, not getting to pull the trigger before being gunned down by Reid. JJ’s heart rate began slowing down as Spencer freed her from the duct tape.

Before they could say a word to each other, the team rushed in with the other authorities, and the two agents were rushed to be examined by medics outside of the shop. As the EMT finished up dressing Spencer’s hand wound, JJ concluded her conversation with Rossi and walked over, “Luke was right. Two guns.” JJ commented, impressed with both his acting and gunman skills.

“And?” Reid smirked, waiting for her final admission for the night. 

“You were right,” she admitted reluctantly, “I may have a tell or two.”

“Quite a few, actually,” Spencer quipped back lightheartedly. “Don’t worry, though, they came in handy.”

“Like that ankle holster! Since when did you become 007?” She joked back as they walked to the car.

“Classified.” He smiled, opening the passenger door for her.

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high key wanna write different endings to 14x15 that don’t raise my blood pressure

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coming out of my grave because i have thoughts. **CM s14 finale spoilers**

Just wanna share my personal thoughts, maybe y’all will agree or disagree but either way let’s just be cool about it if you wanna converse about it. 

 I’m so disappointed with the way they’re going about this JJxReid thing. They’re two of my favorite characters of the series and the way this has been handled makes me dislike a ship I wasn’t even onboard with to begin with. Will and JJ were shown to have such a loving and supportive relationship, and while no relationship is perfect, CM hasn’t given me enough context to support her possibly emotionally cheating on Will. It feels so left field with only 15 more episodes to give us closure. I really don’t want a HIMYM situation where everything that’s been established for years is invalidate at the end. I’m going to stay optimistic about how the storylines of these characters that I love will end, but this episode makes me anxious lol.  Also. Mad as hell Morgan wasn’t at the wedding. C’mon CBS, you coulda stole him from SWAT for a day.

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Caught Up in the Moment (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hello everyone! I am finally crawling out of the hole I was in for personal reasons with some new stories! I am working on old requests that are still in the inbox. As a token of my appreciation for continuing to follow and support my work despite me being MIA, requests are open again and are currently being filled! I’m going to try and fill three a day! Anon’s prompt is “the reader knows spencer likes her but she's never thought of him like that until one day the had to go get files and spencer kisses her in the moment the he freaks out because he knows she doesn't like him but she's just like let me try something and kisses him and she feels a spark and the she asks him out.” Unbeta’d! Spencer Reid x  Reader Fluff

“You know, I think you guys would be cute,” Emily said, trying to convince you for the umpteenth time to ask Spencer out. You, JJ, and Em were the first ones at the BAU today and congregated into the break room.

“Em, he’s a co-worker and one of my very good friends, I just don’t see it happening.” You’ve told her and the other girls this thousands of times. They were hellbent on you and Spencer dating and the idea of it left you feeling weird. Spencer was clearly attractive and you both got along very well, but you knew you were better as friends.

“You should see the way he talks about you when you’re not around. He has such a crush on you, it’s so sweet.” Jennifer said, sipping from her mug.

“If that’s true, it’s just a crush. It’ll go away. He will have no problem finding someone amazing.” You meant that, too. Spencer was a fantastic guy who deserved the world, you just weren’t the girl that could give it to him. 

“And what about you? Don’t you want to find someone amazing?” JJ pressed. It never really was on the forefront of your mind. You loved your job, your friends, your dog - you didn’t need anything else at the moment.

“When the time is right.” You immediately wanted this conversation to end. It didn’t help that Emily was seeing a guy now, leaving you and Spencer the only single ones on the team. You understood why they wanted you two together, it would package up the BAU family picture so nicely. “I’m going to go get started on the paperwork from last night. I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”

At around noon the entire team had been getting work done and everyone besides you, Spencer, and Emily went off to grab lunch. You were catching up on emails when Prentiss walked out of her office, “Y/N, Spencer, could you guys go to the record room and find the DNA match records for the case I sent to your tablets. Our guy is up for retrial.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Spencer said, picking up the iPad and pushing in his chair. “Ready, Y/N?” You followed him to the elevator and descended to where all files were store. You climbed the step ladder and pulled down boxes concerning the case, handing them to Spencer.

“Not too bad,” You joked looking at the seven full boxes of documents.

Spencer chuckled, “Yeah, I say about an hour tops.” He was clearly kidding, even with his speed-reading abilities this was a heavy task.

“For you, maybe. I’ll be here until next week,” You couldn’t withhold the groan from your voice. The last thing you wanted was to be holed up in the quiet, boring room. Spencer was usually good company but he wasn’t necessarily social while focused on a task.

The boxes were a complete mess, there was no sort of organization to them; just  manila folders as far as the eye could see. About two hours in, you couldn’t contain your frustration anymore wanting to know who to blame for your headache, “Who the hell went through these last?”

“Barnes.” Spencer smirked, knowing how you felt about her.

“I swear that woman was sent to earth to ruin my life,” You murmured mostly to yourself as you scanned through yet another folder of incessant details. “This is hopeless.” “It’s here somewhere, don’t worry.” Spencer said, smiling at you sympathetically.

You guys fell back into your groove and the minutes kept ticking by. Another hour in Emily came down to bring you food and coffee, “I’m sorry, guys. I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your Monday. I promise once I’m done signing off on the latest case I’ll be down here to help.”

“We’re almost done,” Spencer explained, “It’s got to be in one of those last two boxes.”

Twenty minutes later you were finishing up your second to last box and you were very close to losing your mind. Just as you started to worry that the DNA match was gone, you opened the folder and your eyes widened and you squealed, “Spence!”

“You found it?” He asked, excited to be done with file-flipping.

“YES!” You jumped up and down, celebrating the small victory. Once you came back down to earth you noticed Spencer had gotten up too, smiling at you but his eyes were intense. You suddenly felt really self-conscious, “What?”

Before you could get your answer, his hand slid behind your neck, tilting your head up towards him and his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened at the bold gesture and you were so caught off guard you couldn’t really react.

Spencer broke the kiss and you could see him retreat back into himself, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. He looked down at his feet, “Y/N, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was so inappropriate. I just have had feelings for you for so long and now I’ve ruined everything. Can we please forget that just happened? I’m really sorry.”

You saw how genuinely sorry and nervous he felt and wanted to fix it, then you got an idea. You put a gentle hand on his face, feeling the heat of his blush, “Hey,” you said softly, careful to not to make him anymore anxious, “Can I try something?”

When he finally got the nerve to look up at you, you copied his movements and kissed him again. You were pleasantly surprised with how good it felt, your lips tingled with a spark. When you broke apart yet again, Spencer rested his forehead against yours. You smiled up at him and said, “Want to go out sometime?”

“More than anything in the world.”

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GUYS!!!!!

He’s so perfect. And nice. You’re all invited to the wedding. 😍👰🏽😂

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yall...

I know I’ve been MIA but I’m bout to see MGG guest in a comedy show!

Pray for ya girl

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Insecurity (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hello lovebugs! I really want to ride the wave of writing inspiration, so here’s another fill! Anon wanted “Reader and Reid do it for the first time but the reader has a small chest and it's her first time so she is really nervous” and I hope this delivers! Unbeta’d! JSYK It does deal with some self-image issues and mentions of bullying. Fluffy smut warning!

Spencer Reid: I’m finishing up the paperwork, I should be over within the hour and then we can get dinner. I can’t wait to see you.

You sighed at the sweet message, both in infatuation and worry. This was your six month anniversary and your relationship was in that weird limbo where you should have taken it to a more physical level already, but you would always claim you weren’t ready. Spencer knew you were a virgin and even though he wasn’t, he would never even fathom pressuring you, but you felt the pressure yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex with Spencer, if you were honest with yourself you thought about at least twelve times a day - but who’s counting?

You trusted Spencer with all your heart and you’ve never been in love like this before. You were just scared. Scared to bare your body to anyone besides yourself. Scared to make that big leap. Despite knowing better, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your virginity and the power society puts on it.

You fixed your hair in the mirror and took off the bathrobe, you grabbed your best push-up bra and hooked it on. It was your go-to date night bra, your chest was the feature you were most insecure about. You never felt like a woman, in the mirror you saw your breasts as barely there at all. Back in high school, the locker room was a nightmare mean girls would tell you the boy’s locker room was on the other side of the gym and throw tissues at you so you could stuff. Back then you listened to your mom when she said some ladies are late bloomers, and at 26 you now knew this was the body you were dealt with. It didn’t mean you had to be 100% happy with it. You adjusted your breasts as best you could so they’d sit on top of the padding, creating the illusion that they were fuller.

The more you dwelled on it, the more you knew you wouldn’t want to go out and enjoy the night. You did your best to compartmentalize your self-deprecating thoughts and finish getting ready.

By the time you put your heels on, you head a light knock on your apartment door. Spencer was waiting on the other side with your favorite flowers, “Hey.” You grabbed the flowers from him and he gave you a once-over, “Wow. You look stunning.”

Your cheeks heated at the compliment, “Thanks, babe. You remembered my favorite flowers. Thank you so much.” “I remember everything you say.” He smiled.

“Eidetic memory. Right.” You chuckled, shrugging on your coat and hanging the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

“Even if I didn’t have the brain I do, I’d try especially hard to remember everything I could about you. I love you.”

A rush of genuine emotion fell over you, you were grateful to have Spencer be your first, real love. Sure, you dated in the past, but you never let anyone in like you did with Spencer.

He snapped you out of your mini-trance, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” You smiled as he took your hand in his light grip. When you first started dating, you mistook the way he held your hand or hugged you as hesitance. Your anxieties told you it was because he didn’t want to really touch you. In actuality, when you brought it up to him, he told you he held you so gently because you were the most important thing he could call his, he didn’t want to mess it up by being careless. He handled you like you were a precious artifact at a museum he knew the ins and outs of.

Dinner went on without a hitch, luckily he only had paperwork for the day so he didn’t have any heavy horror stories of the FBI to share. You guys wined, dined, and reminisced about the last six months. It felt both like the six month mark came so quick and that you’ve been together for much longer than just half a year.

There was a comfortable lull in conversation during dessert and you just allowed yourself to fixate on him. His beautiful face, his soft mess of curls, everything about him was amazing to you. You couldn’t believe he settled for you. You just allowed yourself to let, “I love you,” slip from your lips.

“I love you, too,” He said, taken aback slightly from your outburst. But you waited a beat and that smile broke out on his face. Just like clockwork. You’d do anything to see that smile everyday. He signed the check, “Are you ready to get out of here?” There it was, the first loaded question you weren’t sure you were ready for, still you smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

You got into his vintage Volvo and buckled your seatbelt. You turned your body and rested the side of your head on the back of the seat, fondly staring at your boyfriend’s profile. You could almost see the words on the tip of his tongue, “Did you, maybe, want to go back to my place?”

There was question two. You told yourself. Now or never, Y/N. “Sure, Spence. That sounds good.”

“We can watch a movie or something.” You almost snorted out loud. Even the genius FBI wonder uses the Netflix and Chill excuse.

“Let’s do it,” You said, smugly, knowing the words had a double meaning.

You two pulled into his apartment and made your way up the stairs. Your heart was racing with each step, but you had a plan. You’d make sure the lights were off before your clothes were and you’d redirect his hands if he got too close to your chest. You took of your coat, purse, and heels at the door and followed Spencer onto the leather couch.

He put on a movie you barely payed attention to and relaxed as his fingers absentmindedly ran through your hair. Spencer was too much of a gentleman to initiate things, and you wouldn’t blame him if he were stalling because he didn’t want to get shot down again, so you leaned up from his shoulder and kissed him. He wasn’t going any farther than making out so you broke away from him and asked, “Can we go to your room?”

“Are you sure?” He asked, you knew it wouldn’t be the first time tonight.

You gave yourself a second to process. Yes. You were sure. You gave him a confident nod and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

You trailed behind him into his neat room and he turned on the side table lamp, giving the room a warm, orange glow. It was far too bright for your plan, but you allowed it for now. You laid down on the bed, and watched Spencer who was standing at the foot unbuttoning his purple dress shirt. When his shirt was off he paused to grab a box of condoms from his dresser, still in the Target bag.

You couldn’t help but tease him a little in fake shock, “Spencer Reid, did you plan on me throwing myself at you?”

He smiled as he opened the box and grabbed a foil wrapped contraceptive and placed it by the lamp, “Hoped, not planned. Been hoping, actually.”

“And here I thought you loved me for my mind,” You pressed, dramatically looking away in feigned hurt.

“I absolutely do,” he assured, “But when your mind is such a turn on for me, it makes it rather difficult to remain gentlemanly.”

You felt your thighs clench slightly at his change in demeanor. It felt out of the ordinary to have Spencer in this setting, but you’d be damned if you say you regret being there you thought to yourself as you saw him pull his leather belt from the loops of his now tented slacks.

“Spencer,” You couldn’t stop the whine in your voice, “come here.”

He walked towards you, unbuttoning his jeans and separating the zipper. He let his black pants fall at his ankles before he stepped out of them and propped himself over you on the bed. He leaned down to kiss you, deeply. His tongue swiping at your lip for entrance. You let your hands wander, spreading out across his back and gripping his neck. He sat back on his knees and lifted your dress slowly, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you sat up, leaned over to turn off the light, and took your dress off before you could see Spencer’s reaction. The room was close to pitch black. You unhooked your padded bra and dropped it on the floor so it’d be ready for you to grab when Spencer fell asleep.

Spencer caressed your sides softly, making you shiver. His hands skirted over your ribcage which set off an alarm in your head, you grabbed his wrists and moved them down to your panties, hoping he’d just assume you were eager.

He dragged your damp panties down your soft thighs and long legs, you were surprised at how secure you felt when his digits made their way to your untouched center. You gasped as one hand circled your clit slowly, deriving pleasures you had yet to experience before. His other hand ghosted up your side again, going for your breast. You caught his hand in yours before he could grab you and intertwined your fingers moaning, “Fuck, Spencer. . . “

He continued with his foreplay, mapping out the sweet spots throughout your body. He payed particular attention to your neck. You panicked as he dipped his head down and kissed at your collar bones. You didn’t account for this. How would you redirect him smoothly. You grabbed his face and brought him back up for another kiss. Unfortunately, he was stiff and broke away. You brought up the sheet to cover you as he turned on the light.

“Y/N,” he began with concern in his voice, “Do you not want to do this? It’s totally fine if you don’t, believe me. I’m sorry if I pushed you.”

You couldn’t help but feel like crying, “Spencer, it’s not that. It’s just. . .” “What’s wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable? Let me know what I can do to help you.”

“Go be with someone with a better body,” You murmured, a single tear falling from your lashes.

“What?” Spencer’s voice sounded broken, “Y/N, that’s the last thing I want to do. You’re beautiful. Every part of you.”

“Stop, Spencer,” you said, letting your emotions flow full force. You pulled the sheet tighter to your body and stared down at your flat chest, “You’re a man, you should be with someone who looks like a woman and not someone puberty skipped.”

“Y/N, look at me,” he said and you stared into his sad eyes with guilt, “You are the most amazing, sexiest, smartest woman I know. I don’t want some lingerie model.”

“But you could have that, you could have anything you want. You’re Spencer Reid. I just don’t get why you want me.” While you were being honest, you guess. You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“I don’t want any of that,” he said grabbing your hand as tenderly as he did when he took you to dinner, “I want you, Y/N. I wish you’d believe me. One of the sexiest things about you is your confidence, and it hurts me to see it broken. I want you to love yourself as much as I love you, and if you’d let me, I’d like to show you just how much.” He broke the heavy emotions with a cheesy wink.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him attempt to make you smile, “I think I’d like that.”

“Good. May I leave the light on?” He asked, when you nodded he grabbed the sheet you let go from your grip, “Now, where were we?” He laid you down and pulled the sheet away, getting a look at your naked form in the light, “That’s right, I was just about right here,” He kissed down your collar bone, leaving a kiss on the small swell of your breast, finally capturing your hardened nipple between his teeth causing you to gasp.

“Spencer, oh my God.” You whispered, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure of his actions. His hand was make quick work of your opening, his long fingers felt so good inside you.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” He said, removing his fingers from your sex, causing you to whine at the loss of stimulation.

All of that went out of the window when he stared in your eyes and tasted your wetness from his hand, his eyes closing for a second to savor your taste. It was by far one of the hottest things you’ve seen. You grabbed at his neck and kissed him deeply, allowing your hands to wander towards his boxer briefs which were slightly damp at the tip of his erection. “Can I?” You asked, timidly, wanting to give him the same respect he’s been giving you.

“Please,” he said his voice gruff and strained. His voice normally was enough to send you into a pit of never ending sexual frustration. This? This made you feel like you were about to combust.

You slid his boxer briefs down his legs and freed his long, aching erection. You instinctually grabbed him, causing him to groan into your ear. You moved your hand up and down his shaft, slowly, getting familiar with him.

You tightened your grip slightly and kept your movements, he groaned a little sharper and grabbed your wrist you froze, “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby,” He explained, his voice still doing a number of things to your insides, “You’re too much for me, I need to be inside you. Now.”

The urgency in his voice sent another wave of heat through you, settling in the already present knot in your stomach. You grabbed the condom off the table and opened it. You slid it down Spencer’s shaft as his breath hitched.

He kissed you again, pulling away to ask, “Are you ready?”

You nodded and kissed him back, you leaned into his ear and whispered, “Take me, Spencer.”

He aligned himself with your dripping center, slowly entering you. The stretch burned as your body adjusted to his. You gasped at the sharp pain but after a while, it subsided. Spencer kept whispering in your ear, “You’re so beautiful, you feel so good around me. . .”

Once the initial pain subsided, all you felt was the delicious friction of Spencer’s movements. You moved your hips in time with his, causing him to reach deeper into you, hitting your G-spot causing the knot in your stomach to tighten with every thrust. Your cheeks felt flushed and your mind was racing as you felt yourself near the edge, “Oh, God, Spencer. I’m close.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, thrusting even faster than before, “I’m almost there, baby.”

He kept thrusting as deep as he could, bring you to orgasm with a shout of his name. He followed shortly after, releasing into the condom and riding out his high. Spencer rested his sweaty forehead against your, his chest meet rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. He let himself fall to your side on the pillow next to you, removing the condom and discarding it in the bin next to the bed.

“Thank you, Spencer,” you turned to lay on your side, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

“I think I should be thanking you,” he started, “Because. Wow.”

You laughed and pushed him playfully, “Thank you for loving me, and teaching me how to love you better.”

“Thanks for loving me back with all your beauty, Y/N.” He smiled sweetly as his eyes drooped and his blinks lasted longer and longer.

You kissed his forehead and settled into the bed, falling asleep against Spencer’s chest, his heart lulling you.

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Request :): Reader and Reid do it for the first time but the reader has a small chest and it's her first time so she is really nervous

Hi hi! Back at it again with another fill for you, anon! Thank you for requesting and waiting so patiently. It will be up in the morning! 

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Survivor (BAU X Reader)

Hi BAU-ties! I’m back from the dead with a request fill! This is an angsty team fic requested by anon who wanted “an imagine where you've been kidnapped when you were a kid and now you're an agent on the fbi and the bau has a similar case with yours so Rossi(the one who helped with your case back then)calls you to help out?but the rest of the bau doesn't know that you have been abducted and they realize it when you show them similar scars as the victim's on the wrists” Unbeta’d! I hope you all enjoy it! 

Warnings: This fic does include some heavy topics such as kidnapping young girls, hostage, death, and more. I tried my best to keep it close to an episode of CM! - xoxo, k

“Good morning, Agent Y/L/N,” your supervisor, Agent Harriman greeted as you walked in, handing you a case file. “You have a call from David Rossi at the BAU waiting on your desk.”

“Alright, thank you, sir! Has he been waiting long?” You asked, hoping Dave wasn’t.

“No, we touched base for a bit and he insisted that he needed to speak with you right away. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He informed you, heading back to his door.

You scurried over to your desk and picked up the line and warmly answered, “Hey Dave!”

“Y/N,” Rossi began, his tone uncharacteristically somber, “I needed to talk to you, did Harriman hand you the case file I sent?”

“He did.” You responded, nervous and caught off guard. “What’s going on?”

“The BAU-” he paused, “I mean, I need to ask something of you, something I have no right to ask of you but we have no real leads.”

The anxiety you felt turned into full blown nausea as you opened the file, knowing the subject of the contents from the first picture. Current photos of a girl who was mutilated and killed, her wrists scarred just like the ones under your blazer cuffs. You took a shaky breath, “This can’t be right. David, it’s been over twenty years.”

“The BAU thinks the unsub from your case is back. We never did catch him, the case went cold. It’s something I think about constantly, one of my biggest regrets.” Rossi’s voice now full of empathy and traces of guilt. “Again, I have no right to bring this to you, but I wholeheartedly believe that you could get this creep.”

You swallowed the bile building up in your throat and wiped a tear you didn’t even realize fell, “Does the team know my connection to this case?”

“Emily and I left out your records when we brought up the files from 1993. I assumed you’d tell the rest if and when you’re ready.”

“Keep it that way. I’ll be there in in an hour.” You said, numbing yourself enough to handle this.

“Thank you, Y/N. Words can’t say how appreciative I am.”

You headed over to Agent Harriman’s office and let him know you’d be joining the BAU for this case, you grabbed your bag and headed back out the doors you just walked through. Taking a deep breath at the wheel of your car, you started the ignition and headed to Quantico.

Walking into the bullpen, Rossi immediately met you at the doors, pulling you into a warm embrace. The tears came back to your eyes instantly, but you blinked them back and tried your best to push your memories and emotions to the back of your mind where you’ve learned to hide them for decades.

“Right this way,” David said bringing you to the briefing room. “Team I’d like to introduce you to Agent Y/N Y/L/N, she works over at headquarters and will be helping us with this case. Agent Y/N, I’d like to introduce you to agents Walker and Alvez, you remember Prentiss, Reid, Garcia, Lewis, and Jareau.”

“Y/N, thank you so much for joining us.” Emily got up to shake your hand, unable to hide the sympathy in her voice. A tone you didn’t want the rest of the team to adopt. You told yourself you’re here to catch this freak, you’re no longer a victim. The only way this will work is if you distance yourself from the case.

“Happy to help,” you lied, “Alright, Garcia, bring me up to speed?” You threw yourself into work mode, turning off any emotion you could detect other than focus.

“Righty-o,” Penelope began grabbing her remote, “Last Friday a body was identified as that of Jessica McKinnon, an 8 year old girl from Richmond, she was found in an alley with ligature scars on her wrists in Norfolk. She was reported missing two weeks prior after she’d been abducted on the way to her friend’s house. The necklace Jessica was wearing that day was left on the McKinnon’s doorstep three days after she was taken.” The screen projected photos of the Missing Persons bulletin and a children’s necklace with a half heart pendant.

“Geez,” JJ sighed, grimacing at the images.

1993

“Mommy! I’m going to Rachel’s, okay?” You yelled, tying your pink and white sneakers.

“Home before dark, sweetheart! Be safe. I love you,” she called from the laundry room at the back.

“Love you, too!” You shut the door and headed towards the end of the walkway. You shut the front gate behind you and made your way to your best friend’s house a few streets down.

Ten houses away, a pickup truck pulled up next to you, a young man spoke out, “Hey there! Where you heading?”

You ducked your head down, knowing better than to talk to a stranger. You sped up until the truck quickly turned into an empty driveway, cutting off your walkway. You turned around and began to run back home, crying as you heard running footsteps coming up behind you. The last thing you felt was a hit to your head before everything went black.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been out for a couple of days,” the man said as you opened your eyes, causing you to immediately scream for help and cry when you realized it wasn’t just a nightmare. “Sh-sh-sh, don’t cry,” he tried to soothe you, brushing your hair back from your face. You willed yourself to run when you realized your wrists were roped to the wall. “What will make you feel better?”

“I want to go home,” you cried. Your head was pounding, “Please, mister.”

“I can’t do that. You know what I want?” He said calmly, smiling at you from his swivel chair and desk.

You sniffed, hoping you could give him what he wanted and go back home, “What?”

“I just want to be your best friend, Y/N,” he said holding up the butterfly friendship necklace you had that matched Rachel’s.

Walker leaned forward, looking down at his files, “So he’s clearly taunting the parents. It’s got to be personal.”

“But wait there’s more!” Penelope said, clicking her remote causing scans of old evidence to pop up on the screens, “In the early 90’s, this same thing happened to a small string of young girls in Virginia. All taken near their home, all with the same ligature marks. Sadly, only one making it out alive.” You couldn’t help but tense at knowing you were the one girl.

“So is this a copycat?” Luke thought out loud, “That doesn’t seem likely because this isn’t a well-known case.”

“Well, we never did catch the guy.” Rossi explained, “The girl was resourceful, and incredibly smart. She got away, but when we raided his holding place he was long gone and the case went cold.”

“It’s been almost 25 years, do you really think he’d come back after so long?” Spencer reasoned.

“The profile back then had him at early 20’s, mentally unstable, with undiagnosed developmental issues. That’s the best we have to go on as of right now.” Emily said, grabbing the remote and directing our attention to a new Missing Persons. “Miranda Rivard, a 10 year old in Scottsville was reported missing yesterday and this was delivered to her parents’ mailbox today.” She held up an evidence bag containing a sparkly friendship necklace. “The only this is that the Rivards have never seen this necklace before.”

You immediately shot a look at Rossi, knowing he purposefully left out that there was a little girl out there with the unsub. You cleared your throat, refocusing yourself on the task at hand, “So the unsub is clearly using the necklaces and bracelets as a signature. The fact that he bought this necklace shows how important it is for him. It symbolizes his idea friendship.”

You looked around the table and saw the team nodding to themselves and flipping through the evidence both new and old, the only one looking back at you was Spencer who was looking at you with an unreadable face.

“JJ and Walker head over to the McKinnon’s to speak with the parents, Alvez and Tara wait here, the Rivards will be here shortly, Garcia I need you to research this necklace and see what stores in the area sell it, get us security footage if you can, Reid, Rossi, and Y/N head over to the coroner’s and examine Jessica’s body. I want more details on the ligature marks. I’ll be trying to get in touch with the survivor.” You knew Prentiss was lying, and you were thanking every deity that she was good at it.

You headed out to the car and made your way to the Coroner’s, when you got there you made eye contact with Rossi, silently asking him to lag behind. Once Spencer’s long legs brought him out of earshot you turned to Dave, “Why didn’t you tell me he had someone?”

“I didn’t want you to take on too much at once,” He reasoned, his tone heavy.

“You just didn’t want me to say no,” you shot back, bitterly.

“Would you have said no?”

You paused, thinking it over. What happened to you was something that changed you forever, it’s brought a lot of pain but you couldn’t deny that it was the reason you were standing there as a federal agent today.

You avoided his gaze and resigned, “Let’s just go, Reid’s waiting.” Walking into the examination room was always heavy, no matter how many times you’ve had to do it, the personal ties to this case made it all that much harder.

“Everything okay?” Spencer said, barely above a whisper while Rossi was busy with the M.E. who was revealing Jessica’s body.

You forced yourself to not visibly snap out of your state, “Yeah. It just never gets any easier does it?”

“No, it doesn’t. Can’t imagine when it ever would,” Spencer reassured you, putting gloves on to get a closer examination.

He turned to address the rest of us in the room, “It looks like the unsub used a nylon rope to bind the girl's’ wrists. From the extent of the ligature marks it looks like Jessica didn’t try and struggle too much.”

1993

“How’d you know my name?” You spoke up after hours of silent tears. It was no use. You were stuck here.

“We are friends. Friends have to know each other’s names or they aren’t that good of a friend, now aren’t they?” Your abductor said. Something was strange about him. He was a grown up, but he didn’t talk like one.

“I don’t know your name.” You tried your best to not sound scared of him. Maybe if you were nice he’d untie you.

“Call me Peter. Like Peter Pan! That’s one of your favorites right? I should call you Tink. Like Peter and Tinkerbell.”

How did he know that? How did this man know so much about you? This man wanted to be friends, so maybe if you pretended you were his friend you could go home. You imagined you were talking to Rachel, “It is my favorite! Can we watch it?”

“Yeah! But not right now. We have all the time in the world. We have forever. Best friends forever.” Peter said, looking at you to confirm.

You know mommy said it wasn’t good to lie, but making Peter mad probably wasn’t the best idea. You forced a smile to your face and nodded, “Best friends forever.”

“Let’s get you something to eat,” Peter said leaving the room.

Eventually waiting for Peter to untie you became uneventful, you fell back asleep. You were awoken by a burning, scratching sensation on your wrist, “Ow! What are you doing?”

Peter was scratching your skin over and over with a letter opener in what looked like a number 8 in your scarlet blood. “You said we’re best friends forever!” “Why are you hurting me then, Peter?” Your eyes stung with tears.

“It’s what grown ups do when they’re friends forever! They can’t wear the necklaces so they mark it on them so they can see it all the time. Do you know what this picture means?”

“The number 8?” You said, exasperated.

“No, silly Tink! It’s this weird little thing that means forever! Like for how long we’ll be friends!” He was still going over your already broken skin, causing you to hiss.

You put gloves on yourself, taking Jessica’s limp wrist in your hand. Two weeks was a long time to be with Peter. No other girl besides you lasted as long. Sure enough almost identical to yours was a messy, hand carved infinity symbol, “Hey Reid, take a look at this.”

“A number 8? Is that another signature? I don’t remember reading about the other victims having a laceration like that.”

“It’s an infinity sign.” You clarified, grabbing your cell phone and dialing Prentiss knowing you couldn’t ask Garcia without giving yourself away, “Hey Emily, can you check the files of the victims in the 90’s and see if any had an infinity laceration on their wrist and tell me how long it was between abduction and when their bodies were found?”

“Okay, the reports say that only you and a girl named Nancy Sinclair have a record of that laceration. Do you know what that means?” Emily asked, hoping it was a step in the right direction.

“I think so. We’ll be back soon.” You hung up and Reid was staring at you with his head cocked in uncharacteristic confusion.

“So,” Rossi said, coming back into the room with the report, “The COD matches the profile. Jessica died because her neck was snapped, most likely due to harsh shaking.”

“Any sign of malnutrition?” Spencer asked, taking the clipboard from Dave and skimming through it. “I don’t see any signs of that,” You added, knowing full well the unsub kept you fed and hydrated.

“Let’s head back over to the BAU and see what the others found.” Dave said, handing you your coat.

Back at the bullpen, you and the rest of the team congregated into the briefing room. Rossi took the floor, “Our unsub is a white male in his mid 40’s with an untreated developmental disorder. He has a fixation with friendship and seems to want to actually be friends with the girls he takes. None of the victims had any sign of sexual assault.”

“Something Y/N noticed at the M.E.’s was that there was a lacerated inifnity symbol on Jessica McKinnon’s wrist. Something that hasn’t been seen on previous girls.” Reid added, speaking up for you.

“So he’s evolving?” Walker spitballed.

“He’s all about forever right? The necklaces, the twisted carving tattoo?” Tara spoke up, “It’s his way of seeing that he and his victim are best friends. The necklaces aren’t a strong enough symbol, he wants permanent.”

You nodded in agreement, unable to help tugging at your coat sleeves.

“Garcia,” Emily asked, “Anything from the jewelry store?”

“I did manage to get this clip from the security cameras at an accessory store in the Simon Mall in Norfolk.” She began, typing on her laptop and bringing up the footage. You held your breath as you saw Peter on the screen, browsing the necklaces. “Here he grabs a necklace and if I pull up this clip,” she clicked on to the register camera, “it matches the one our unsub sent to the Rivards.”

“Rossi and Y/L/N, head over to Norfolk and see what you can find out. I’ll have the rest of the team go over the interviews with the McKinnons and Rivards.”

“Got it, Em.” You nodded, grabbing your bag and walking out a little too fast. You went for the driver’s side of the SUV.

“Y/N,” Dave said calmly, “I think I should drive.” He stuck his hands out for the keys that were in your white knuckled palm.

“Whatever, let’s just get this son of a bitch.” You forfeited, walking over to the passenger’s side.

“Look, Y/N, I just want to tell you how grateful I am that you said yes to helping us. I know this isn’t easy for you.”

“It’s not, but if I can stop this from happening to another little girl, then I have to. You know, it’s crazy, I sort of want to help him, too. Growing up, I understand now that what Peter’s doing is due to some string of problems in his life that he never got addressed. Finding him will get him help he needs too.” You admitted, as crazy as you felt for sympathizing with your kidnapper.

“You’ve come a long way from that little third grader I met all those years ago.” Rossi said with pride evident in his voice. “But even then, you were so strong and resourceful. It killed me not being able to catch the guy that made you feel so vulnerable.”

“Dave,” you started, shifting your focus onto Dave, “You did more than enough. There’s a reason you weren’t able to find him back then, but you did what you could. Keeping in touch with you is what made me strong again, made me feel safe. You know you’re the reason I’m with the Bureau today.”

“I’ll always wish I could’ve done more.” He said with a smile, pulling into the lot of the large mall.

You two headed into the mall, bee-lining for the accessory store. It was empty despite the two employees stocking hairbows. “Excuse us,” you started, catching their attention. You and Rossi flashed your badges to the young girls, “We’re with the FBI and we had a couple questions for you about a customer that came in a couple days ago.”

After conversing with the employees and management you got into their cashiering system, you were lucky to learn that Peter purchased the necklace with a credit card under the name of Jolene Hathaway.

Back in the car, you called Penelope with the information. You heard her typing away, “Got it. Jolene Hathaway married to Edgar Hathaway, two kids Brooke and Peter Hathaway, and oh,” Penelope stopped suddenly.

“What is it?” You pressed.

“Three weeks ago Jolene died of complications from pneumonia, and that’s not all. In 1993 Brooke committed suicide, her brother was the one to find her. Current address is sent to your phones and the team will meet you there!” Penelope said at a mile a minute. “Ready to finally end this?” Rossi asked, turning on the lights and sirens.

You sped over to the Hathaway house in Norfolk, seeing the other SUVs pull up minutes later. You put on your bulletproof vest and head towards the door with the team. Stephen, Tara, and Emily go towards the back as the rest of you knock on the door. Rossi yelled out, “Edgar Hathaway, FBI!”

You waited a moment and hear the lock click, and elderly man answers, “What is this about?”

“Is your son Peter home?” You asked, urgency in your voice.

Edgar lifted his hand to adjust his hearing aid, “His room is in the basement. What happened? Why do you need Peter?”

“Sir, please come with me,” JJ said, bringing him out to tell him what his son had been doing.

“Don’t hurt him! Whatever he did, he doesn’t know better!” Edgar shouted as we made our way to the basement, guns at the ready.

Luke kicked down the locked door to the basement, “Peter Hathaway, FBI!” Miranda was tied to a workbench, gagged with an oil-dirtied rag. She noticed us come in and started thrashing and shouting. Peter stood in front of her, guarding her with his arms out.

“NO! You can’t take her! She’s my friend. Everybody needs a friend,” Peter started sobbing.

“Peter,” Rossi began gently, “If she’s your friend, you shouldn’t hurt her.” He took a step towards them and Peter grabbed a large butcher knife that was resting on the workbench.

“Don’t! Don’t don’t DON’T! ALL MY FRIENDS LEAVE ME AND YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS ONE. FIND YOUR OWN.” Peter pointed the knife at Rossi.

Suddenly, you got an idea. You put your gun down and Spencer shot you a look. You gave him a confident nod and stepped out from behind Luke. You kept your hands raised to show you didn’t have a gun and inched towards Rossi. “Hey, Peter. Do you remember me?”

A dawning of realization came over Peter’s face and he dropped the knife in awe, “Tink? Is that you?”

“It is!” You said, forcing excitement in your voice as if you were talking to a toddler.

“You came back! Where’d you go? You left!” Peter rambled, Rossi used the distraction to free Miranda and Reid took her upstairs.

“We still have to watch Peter Pan together! I’ve been waiting all this time!” You said to Peter’s beaming face.

“Can we do it now?” He asked.

“Yep! And guess what?”

“What? What?” He said, shaking with excitement.

“I got a movie theater for us! With candy and popcorn and soda! And it’s only for us! Best friends only!” You lied, reaching your hand out for his. “Come on, there’s a fancy car waiting for us!” “Really? Let’s go!” Peter was bouncing with excitement. You weren’t scared of him anymore, you felt for him. He had severe developmental disabilities and has been through some stressful losses. You led him outside to the police SUV and opened the door for him, letting him get the help he needed.

Back at the bullpen Emily gave you all your files to wrap up the case. You sat across from Stephen, pulling a chair up to his desk.

“So, Y/N, you were the one girl from that case all along?” Luke asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, I’m sorry for not telling you guys. I just thought it would be better to approach this as an outsider, not a victim.” You explained.

“Y/N, you are the farthest thing from a victim,” Rossi said, coming out of his office, “You’re a survivor.”

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Hi!can I have an imagine where you've been kidnapped when you were a kid and now you're an agent on the fbi and the bau has a similar case with yours so Rossi(the one who helped with your case back then)calls you to help out?but the rest of the bau doesn't know that you have been abducted and they realize it when you show them similar scars as the victim's on the wrists!sorry if it's kind of messed up!Thank you very much!love your blog!

Hi! To you and the rest of my reader friends, wow. I am SO sorry this is SO SO SO late. I know I said I’d be back sooner, but inspiration was in short supply and I didn’t want to give you guys uninspired writing. I filled this request as best I could and I hope you all enjoy it. It will be up in the morning! I swear! :) 

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Hello, BAU-ties. (An Update)

As some of you may have noticed, this blog hasn’t been active for a couple months and for that I am very sorry. I took a break from the CM fandom mostly because the show was stressing me out with all the waiting and cliffhangers, so I DVR’d the last four episodes. I’ve caught up so I can watch tomorrow’s finale and I’m ready to start writing for you guys again. 

Again, I’m incredibly sorry for the lack of explanation on this blog! And infinite apologies to those who are waiting on requests. Here’s some questions you may have.  

Where’d the Ask box go? - I’ve temporarily closed requests! Please refrain from requesting using the messenger, but if you just want to talk feel free!

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What fics are coming? - The next request coming up is a Reader/Team angsty fic, and then on deck is some ReidxReader and some EmilyxDaughter!Reader and something new! JJxReader (I’m super excited about getting to that one. I can do more than just Reid fics, y’all ;) ) 

Again, I’ll even drop the professional tone so y'all know I’m for real.  I am SOOOOO sorry for going MIA on you guys. And also HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR OVER 1k FOLLOWERS, YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND I’M SORRY I WENT AWAY. I HAVE LIKE 20+ REQUESTS WHICH I AM GOING TO CATCH UP WITH AND WE’LL BE READY FOR SOME NEW STUFF AND I’M READY, ARE YOU?? 

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Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 

You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

You clocked the time and swore under your. breath. Fashionably late, you guessed. Grabbing your keys, you headed to your car. Worst case scenario, you could leave immediately. The restaurant wasn’t too far from home, it didn’t take long to park and spend another couple minutes convincing yourself to walk in. You grabbed your phone and sent Michael a quick text as you opened the door to Zenka’s.

Hey, I’m walking in now!

You gave the hostess his name for the reservation and got seated right away, getting confused when you saw he wasn’t there. The looming feeling of being stood up fell over you.

Everything good?

You furrowed her eyebrows at the three dots of him typing, wondering if he was alright.

Michael: Oh, my god. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I guess my text didn’t go through, I came down with the worst cold this morning and asked for a raincheck. I’ve been sleeping it off all day.

You honestly didn’t know what to believe right now, you wanted to believe his excuse but it felt a little too planned. Just as you thought that, Michael sent a screenshot of the texts verifying that he, indeed, tried to tell you. Besides, you didn’t want to make him feel any worse than he did physically.

Oh, it’s alright! Rest up and maybe we can try this again some other time.

Feeling defeated and drained from the whole ordeal, you decided to not waste your outfit and night. You got the waitress’s attention and told her you were going to head to the bar at the front instead and to seat someone else at the table. Grabbing your bag, you trudged to the bar.  At an adjacent table, you saw Penelope’s unmistakable hair.

“Pen?” You asked when you were certain it was her.  

She turned around, “Oh my goodness, hi! Why’re you here? Why do you look so hot?” The blonde’s mouth going a mile a minute.

“I was supposed to be on a date, but he got sick.”

Penelope’s eyes went wide behind her glasses, ignoring her colleagues at the table, “Where’d you meet him? You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.”

“It was a Bumble date, meeting for the first time thing. Oh well, I guess.”

“You know,” the messy haired man on the other side of the table piped up, “While dating apps have made meeting people easier, it’s also made it incredibly more dangerous. The statistics are staggering.”

“Spencer’s right. You need to tell someone when you go out on these dates!” Penelope berated. “But I am sorry it was a bust. Did you want to join us?” “Yeah, please! Have a seat,” the blonde next to Spencer offered.

“I don’t want to crash your guys’ night! I was just gonna grab a drink and relax for a bit before heading out.”

“Really, the more the merrier!” A brunette with bangs said. Spencer pulled out the empty chair next to him for effect.

“Thanks guys! I have always wanted to meet Pen’s friends, all cool and superhero-y.” You joked, moving over to take the seat.

“Gang, this is Y/N! My best friend. Y/N, this is Derek, Dave, Aaron - but we all call him Hotch, Emily, JJ, and Spencer.” Penelope introduced, on cloud nine that all her favorite people were here.

“Did you guys just get here? I didn’t see you when I walked in.” You said, settling in and smoothing your dress out under the table.

“Yeah, we just got back from a case and decided to wind down.” “Celebrating a success, I hope.” You knew the basis of what the BAU did, and how it was important work. “Thankfully, yes,” Hotch said, lifting his scotch to his lips.

The evening was spent sharing stories and enjoying drinks together. You immediately melded with the group, being just as personable as Penelope. Hotch and Rossi said their goodbyes after a while, stating that they had some things to do in the morning.

“While the bosses are away,” Emily started, asking the waiter for a round of vodka shots.

“Em, come on,” JJ warned, but was interrupted with the tray of shot glasses being placed on their table.

“Too late,” Emily said passing a glass to each person.

The team knocked back their shots, grimacing and shaking the taste off. Derek, clearly feeling the effects, said, “You know, Y/N, a man’s gotta be next to dying if he’s gonna cancel on a girl like you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” You laughed, nervous at the attention.

“He’s right.” Spencer whispered so only you could hear. You turned towards him and gave him shy smile, surprised at the passive flirtation.

As the night went on, you somehow got on the topic of Sci-Fi TV, “You’re a fan of Who?” Spencer asked you, incredulously.

“She’s gone to the conventions with me for years!” Penelope defended.

“Favorite companion?” Spencer asked you, clearly more interested in this topic than any other of the night.

“For classic Who? Sarah Jane. Four is my favorite Doctor of all time. New Who? River.” You smiled, feeling comfortable talking about something you knew a lot about.

“You know,” Spencer smiled, physically relaxing as well, “I knitted my own Four scarf.”

“No way! Where did you find the time?”

“Most people aren’t usually impressed by that,” he chuckled, “It took me weeks.”

You guys snapped out of the zone you were in and saw Penelope and Derek smirking at you, Emily and JJ were sniggering to themselves. You could tell what Pen was thinking and instantly felt awkward.

“Would you look at the time,” JJ said with an over-exaggerated yawn. “We,” she pointed to Emily, “should get going.” They placed some cash on the table and grabbed their coats, saying goodbye. “You guys ready to head out?” Derek said, reaching for his wallet to close the rest of the check. You all nodded in agreement, pushing in your chairs.

Out in the parking lot, you said your goodbyes, hugging Penelope and Derek, promising you’d come to the next team night.

You turned to Spencer, “It was really nice meeting you, I can’t believe Penelope kept another Whovian away from me.”

He laughed slightly, glancing quickly at Derek who got the message and grabbed Penelope’s arm, “Hey, Babygirl, let’s go warm up the car.”

Once they were out of earshot, Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly, “It was nice meeting you too.” You held your breath for a moment, wondering if he was going to say what you wanted him to say, but you two just stood in silence for a bit. Feeling crestfallen, you gave him an awkward side-hug and said goodbye.

Turning around, you felt disappointed as you stepped away, until, “Hey, Y/N, wait.”

You grinned to yourself and faced him, “Yeah?”

“Look, I know you were supposed to go on a date with someone else, but online dating apps have dismal success rates. And I was just wondering, if you were interested, if you’d like to go out with me. Without the team,” Spencer rambled anxiously.

You felt yourself light up, Spencer seemed like everything you could want, “I’d really like that, Spencer!”

“Really? Great, here,” he said handing you his phone. You handed him yours and exchanged numbers, “Are you free next weekend? I should be and if I’m not I promise to tell you before you leave.”

You laughed lightly, “I am. Sounds great.”

“Awesome, I’ll call you,” Spencer said, giving you a genuine hug. You chanced a kiss on his cheek and walked away before he could see you blush. Little did you know, Spencer was bright red as well.

Your phone buzzed as your buckled your seatbelt.

Penelope: That’s my girl. ;)

You rolled your eyes and started the car.

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hi! request about reader is Garcia's close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia's and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid? love ur writing ! xx

You’re so sweet! Sorry for the delay. Being posted now!! Hope you enjoy it! :) xo

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“What, Did You Join a Boyband?”

Sorry for the lack of momentum, guys! March is a crazy month for me, but I’m slowly but surely getting through requests. This one’s for anon who wanted “a Spencer x reader where he comes into work with his "boy band hair" and the team tease him because they all suspect how his hair got like that and his girlfriend comes because he left something at home”. Hope you guys enjoy a cute little one shot! Unbeta’d!

Spencer Reid took long strides walking into the conference room, he was sure that rest of the team were already there and being late wasn’t on the top of his Favorite Things to Do list. He brushed his newly cropped bangs out of his eyes, something that annoyed him at first but was now second nature.

He entered the doorway and noted the victims that were on the screen, hearing JJ greet, “Well, hello.”

Spencer responded with a tight lipped smile and sat down. He then felt all eyes on him.

Confused, he looked towards Hotch who remarked stoically, “What, did you join a boyband?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at his boss’s offhand remark and awkwardly answered, “No..”

Morgan and Emily both laughed, but moved on to the case. Spencer knew it had to do with his new hair, which to him seemed like a weird thing to remark about. The haircut wasn’t even that drastic, he didn’t understand why it was worth joking about.

Spencer was quickly learning that change doesn’t go by unnoticed at the BAU. Jokes and comments were made all day, contrasting amidst the heavy case.

“Oh, Reid, didn’t they tell you? *NSYNC broke up, you gotta say Bye Bye Bye to those dreams.” Emily said lightheartedly as they settled at their desks.

Spencer rolled his eyes at the file he was speed-reading, mumbling off, “If one were to be in one of those band, the Backstreet Boys have had the most success, given that they’re still performing.”

“Ouch, you’re Tearin’ Up My Heart.” She snipped back, a chuckle in her voice. Spencer could hear Morgan snickering from his desk.

JJ and Emily rounded up the team and they met in breakroom. The ladies wanting to get to the bottom of the genius’s new style choice.

“Reid hates change, so for him this seems pretty drastic.” Emily noted, “What if this is some quarter life crisis?”

“Pretty boy didn’t seem too prepared for our reactions, though.” Morgan recalled. “He seemed confused that we were surprised.”   “Maybe he subconsciously is trying to change things in his life. New hair, new you,” Penelope spoke from experience, her hair having gone through some changes.

“Maybe Spence is trying to start dating? I mean, he could be going for a more Hollywood magazine look.” JJ pondered, worried Spencer was changing himself so people would like him more.

“It does give off some sexy substitute teacher vibes,” Penelope quipped.

“Woah there, mama. Do I gotta worry about Reid stealing my babygirl?”

“An impossible feat, my number one.”

Over at his desk, Spencer was putting together his messenger bag. He was opening up the drawers and searching around for his wallet and passports. Moving things around, he kept coming up empty. He then remembered that they were on Y/N’s nightstand and that while worrying about being late, he left without them. Cursing under his breath, he sent a quick text to his girlfriend.

Twenty minutes and a One Direction joke later, Spencer looked towards the door of the bullpen as Y/N opened it. He smiled and put the case file down, standing up to give her a hug and kiss. Ignoring all the gazing burning into the back of his head. He grabbed his things from her, “Thanks, Y/N. I’m sorry you had to come all the way down here, I know you had to leave work.”

“It’s fine, babe. Good luck with everything and be safe. Call me when you can.” Y/N said, mindlessly brushing Spencer’s hair out of his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Spencer pecked her on the lips one more time before she exited.

He turned around, ready for the barrage of questions and comments. Surprisingly, they were all silent in their shock.

Derek was the first to snap out of it, “Okay, what was that and who is she?”

The rest of the team zeroed in on him even more, anticipating his response, “That was Y/N, my girlfriend.”

“Why did she have your things? Were you at her house last night? She’s pretty. Why have we never seen her before? Why didn’t you tell us?” All the questions came at once.

“Alright!” Spencer surrendered, “I’ve been seeing Y/N for a few months, started off casually but we’ve been doing well together. She was going to meet you guys as my plus one at the next team night. I didn’t tell you guys sooner because you all just teased the hell out of me over a haircut, God knows you’d be relentless if you knew I was dating someone!”

“So she likes guys with flippy hair?” Penelope asked the question they all wondered.

“She’s a cosmetologist. She asked if she could try a new look on me and I didn’t see why not.” Spencer explained, now it was all clear to the team.

“Alright, now that THAT case is solved,” Hotch said from the upper level with a hint of a smirk, “Let’s go solve the other one, wheels are going up.”