#crininal minds

[reidsaurora]

"Overnight" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Spencer offers to clear out a drawer for Y/N in his dresser, it has him explaining some things he'd been hiding from her.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (i think? i don't remember using pronouns in this lol)

Word Count: 814 why is she so short

Content Warning: allusions to sex but nothing in detail, mild mentions of nudity i guess, this whole fic is basically aftercare lol, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff, what else did you expect out of me?

Extra Notes: i truly meant for this to be posted on time, i'm so sorry guys

Based On the Prompt: "The Things In That Drawer" from this year's @domaystic prompts

Originally Written: 05/08/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (i love you literally so much)

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

Nothing could get Spencer Reid in a sappy mood like a night of slow, passionate sex. Something about moments like these—the way he showered you in kisses, the sweet compliments he'd give you, the love he'd show you—just felt right. Like his embrace was exactly where you needed to be.

Spencer's hand settled on the soft skin of your hip, drawing various shapes with his fingertips. Your head rested against his chest, your hand moving up to his tummy. He placed a soft kiss on your hair, the scruff of his five-o'clock shadow scratching against your forehead lightly. "I love nights like this," he told you.

You craned your head to face him, kissing his cheek. "I do too. I just hate that it always ends so quickly," you said, thinking about the work nights where you had to head home early, not quite ready for the night to end but knowing that you needed to go home for a change of clothes.

"You know," he said, pausing to flip the two of you over, his body hovering over you, "I could always clear a couple drawers out for you."

Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You'd been hinting at the idea for a while, lamenting about needing fresh panties or complaining about missing your skincare regimen. But Spencer hadn't seemed quite ready to take that step yet, so you didn't pressure him.

"Wait, are you serious?"

He nodded, bending down to kiss you on the lips this time. "I'll even let you pick out which one you want."

You practically pushed him into the floor as you jumped up. Spencer chuckled as you ran over to the dresser, pulling his boxers back on.

You pulled out the second drawer, where you knew his tee shirts were, grabbed one of his giant ones and tossed it on. "Any of them?"

"Mhm," he hummed, walking over and settling his hands on your waist. "Whichever one you want."

You considered it, eventually deciding on the bottom drawer. "What about-"

"Wait, Y/N, don't-" he shouted, reaching out to stop your hand.

He was too late, though. You pulled open the drawer, revealing an entire drawer of nerdy memorabilia. The lightsaber was the first thing that caught your eye, followed by a sonic screwdriver, and a couple geeky Pop Figures, among other things.

"You have a lightsaber," you examined.

Spencer scratched awkwardly at his neck. "Yeah, I guess I do."

You grabbed the lightsaber from the drawer, your face lighting up as you turned it on. "You have a lightsaber!"

He chuckled as you poked him in the ribs with the lightsaber. "You're having too much fun with this."

You set the lightsaber down on top of the dresser, turning back to the drawer. Next, you pulled out the infamous Jason Voorhees mask, holding it in front of your face. "Please tell me you've scared your coworkers with this."

Spencer let out another chuckle, taking the mask from your hands. "I got Morgan with it one time. He nearly choked on his coffee."

You continued snooping through the drawers, sifting through Polaroids of Spencer and his friend Penelope at various conventions, some D.C. comics, and a couple signed posters. Your heart nearly flipped when you spotted a picture of him dressed as the Joker. "Who did your face paint?"

"You're loving this, aren't you?"

A squeal escaped your lips as you threw your arms over his shoulders. "Spence, this is adorable! Why would you hide this from me?"

He sighed, somewhere between relieved and exasperated. "I didn't want you to think I was weird. I mean, I'm a grown man and I have a collection of legos and Batman comics?"

"Spencer, I think it's cute that you have something you love so much. You don't have to be afraid to show how much you love and support it."

He bent forward to kiss you again, pulling your body flush against his. "You really mean that?"

"I mean, any man that has the balls to wear makeup like that in public is sexy in my book," you kidded.

Spencer diverted your attention back to the drawer, pointing his chin toward the dresser. "Is that really the drawer you want?"

"Does it come with all the nerdy memorabilia?" you teased, poking his chest.

"In your dreams. I spent good money on those things." He rolled his eyes, leading you to the bathroom. His hands were warm and big on your bare skin, the feeling absolutely heavenly. He placed a trail of kisses along your shoulder up to your head before hooking his chin over your shoulder.

You lifted your head to face him, kissing his jaw. "Hey, does this mean we can go as the Joker and Harley Quinn for Halloween?"

"You know what? I think that might just be something out of my dreams."

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[zvdvdlvr]

for research purposes………..

[shukuchi-stew]

You know what’s weird to think about? Like ok in the Crininal Minds fandom Hotch x Reid is pretty much frowned upon but in the Kingsman fandom THE main ship is Eggsy x Harry

[prpfs]

Hello! 24 year old mod here looking for a few different fandom rps.

I am semi lit to lit (I can write up to 400-500 words per reply, it all depends on my mood & what my writing partner gives me). I will go ahead and state that if any sort of nsfw arises, all my muses are bottom leaning, please do not pressure or force me into dominant roles. I am also NOT looking for double ups or oc interactions either. Strictly canon x canon.

As for fandoms, I’ve recently fell out of anime for awhile, so I’m looking for the following:

1. Chucky (both movies & tv shows)

I am looking for: romance, smut, heavy 🫶🏻 along with possible incest, horror, psychological breaking, dub con & non con.

Characters I can rp: Tiffany, Andy, Glen, Nadine, Nica

Characters I want to write against: Chucky, Lexy, Glenda

Pairings im looking for: Tiffany x Chucky, Chucky x Andy, Chucky x Nica, Chucky x Nadine, Tiffany x Nica, Glenda x Glen, Nadine x Lexy

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2. Crininal minds

I am looking for romance, slow burn, angst, etc

Characters I can rp: Spencer Reid

Characters I want to write against: Derek Morgan

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

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3. House MD

I’m looking for slow burn, romance, angst, accidental pregnancy (mpreg more specifically)

Characters I can rp: James Evan Wilson

Characters I want to write against: Gregory House

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If interested, feel free to like this ad and I’ll get back to you asap ✨❤️

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

[mcity-xe]

When you get this respond with five things that make you happy!!! Then send to the last ten people you got notifications from (anon) :)

YOOOOO ANON!

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AAAAAAAH 🥹🥹🥹

5 things that make me happy;

1.) Crininal Minds <33 I find the show amazing and I absolutely love the cast as well as the characters they play! Plus the fanfiction is *chefs kiss*

2.) My mutuals as well online friends in general! I love it when I can talk to them and when I have any interactions with them <33

3.) The comments I get on my posts! It means alot to me when someone comments :}

4.) COLLECTING ROCKS!!!!! ITS JUST UGHHH SO COOL ✨ AND COLLECTING CRYSTALS TOO 🤭🤭🤭🤭

5.) any interactions I have with my crush <3 he is literally so stunning he has the prettiest and fluffiest brown curly hair the cutest green eyes and pretty pink lips. i know I'll never be with him but a girl can dream 😌

[definitelynotkatesblog]

I DM’d Netflix on twitter and asked them to put Seasons 13-15 on Netflix.

Stay tuned for updates.

[then-be-a-warrior]

Alright I'm starting Criminal Minds for the fifth time. I've never made it past the first episode. It just seems boring but I literally have nothing else to watch😭

[jelle-jareau]

You should watch letterkenny

Ok I haven’t heard of this but I’ll watch the trailer 😚

[wolkenlichtblitz]

soooo i can finally watch criminal minds again on amazon prime

but now i am at the 7th season and aaron has a new voice

i can only watch it in german because it doesn't have the English translation and when I tell you that I am crying it's an understatement

he had such a nice voice before, it was attractive and fit him so well

HIS NEW VOICE IS SO UGLY I AM GOING TO THROW FISTS WITH HIS OLD VOICE ACTOR

How am I supposed to watch the next whole 8 seasons like that 😭

[ilikepipecleanerswitheyes]

okay but is anyone else wondering what ever happened to cat adams baby??

not like we’ll ever find out because criminal minds likes to kill any plot point that’s remotely interesting

[reidsaurora]

Hi hi hi I’ll take one leo birthday cake because we are leo baby twins with the prompt “you bought me flowers?” And Spence as a character. But since we are leo babies can I add a sprinkle of enemies to lovers co-workers??

grecy love, i am so so sorry this took so long to post 😭 i had every intention of posting this on your birthday and then writer's block happened and depression happened and health problems happened and it was a whole thing 😭💔 but i hope you enjoyed what i whipped up!! 🫶🏻

"Birthday Bouquet" ~ S. Reid

pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: "of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand spencer reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday."

word count: 1,516

warnings: a lil angsty with a hint of miscommunication trope, mild swearing, i believe that's all!

genre: angst to fluff

extra notes: the end of this was rushed i won't lie, i pray you can all forgive me for that lol; the dividers in this post are from @anlian-aishang as always 🫶🏻

beta read by: @theghouligan and @dungeons-are-too-cold (love you both so so much 🥰)

birthday bash | masterlist | ask box

🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

Of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand Spencer Reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday.

You tried to cut your colleagues some slack. You were away on a case, after all. Everyone was probably busy dealing with their own shit, not to mention how rough it had been the past 48 hours working on the case. But still, not a single person had so much as wished you a happy birthday, and it wasn't until he caught you alone at the hotel that Spencer said anything.

After a long day of geographical profiling and visiting dump sites, all you wanted was to take a long shower and sleep as much as you could before another long day tomorrow.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even cared about your own birthday anymore. A full night's sleep was the only thing on your birthday wishlist currently. But when you walked into your hotel room and spotted that vase of red and white tulips, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Clearly, someone had remembered, you just weren't sure who. So, naturally, you picked up the card, brows furrowing as you registered the all-too-recognizable chicken scratch handwriting on the back of it.

"These variegated flowers are one in a hundred thousand, but you are the only one of your kind. Happy birthday." - S. R.

Your heart flipped as you processed the words, a happy but surprised tear threatening to fall from your eye.

"Do you normally leave your door open for strangers?"

You turned to face Spencer, his signature sideways smile tugging at his lips. "You bought me flowers?" you asked in shock, your eyes meeting his.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "I did," he admitted, eyes darting away shyly, "Happy birthday."

The exhaustion of the day must've had you unsure how to properly respond, because the next thing you knew, you were forcing back tears that were beginning to sting behind your eyes, and motioning him into your room. After he closed the door, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you're the only person who's told me that today."

His sideways smile quickly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, Y/N." From what you could tell, he seemed sincere, which felt strange since he otherwise seemed to hate your guts.

You simply shrugged, deciding the pain was easy enough to deal with without his help. "I can't believe you remembered."

He gave a soft nod of his head. "Of course I remembered."

"I honestly thought you'd be the last person to remember. Although, you do have that eidetic memory, so-"

"I remembered," he corrected. "Actually remembered. I made a conscious effort to remember."

Your brows furrowed, confusion swirling around in your mind and muddling your thoughts. You wondered why Spencer, your sworn enemy, would take the time to remember your birthday? Why would he allow even the smallest of crevices in his brain to be consumed by thoughts of you?

"What? I thought you hated me…" your voice trailed off, your eyes darting to look at the flowers, the ground, anywhere but his gaze.

You could almost hear the hurt and confusion in his voice when he spoke again. "I never hated you. If anything, I always thought you hated me."

You sighed, figuring you might as well tell him the truth. "I did. I mean, you're always correcting me. You won't even look at me half the time. I don’t think you’ve ever accepted one of my hugs or even a handshake for that matter. And just last week, when I tried to offer you one of my crackers from the vending machine, you looked like you were gonna throw up. I mean -"

"Y/N," he said with a soft chuckle. Your gaze shot up to meet him and that familiar look of discomfort took over his expression.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, confusion racing through your mind.

"Because," he laughed again, a little louder this time, "I never hated you, Y/N. I just… I'm autistic."

You looked away again with slow blinks, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment and guilt filled your gut, and you were honestly unsure how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm such an ass."

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you were quite shocked, considering how much the man hated physical touch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known. I don't really tell anybody because some people think it'll slow them down on the field or in the office."

A pout formed on your lips at the thought. Sure, you were sworn enemies with the man—or so you'd thought—but you could never imagine someone being mean to him like that.

Your hands fidgeted as you thought about what to say next, but if you had to be truthful, you weren't really sure what you could say. You wanted to kick yourself for being an ass, for creating an environment where Spencer felt like he couldn’t be open with you. But mostly, you currently wanted to kick yourself for noticing how pretty he looked at that moment.

"You still there?" he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets.

Your shoulders shrugged again as you brought yourself back to reality. "Yeah," you answered, probably a little too quickly. "Um, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."

In a couple swift motions, you were all but shoving him out of your room. "Wait-" he began to protest as you started to close the door.

"It's late, we should sleep. Not together!" you panicked over your words. "I just mean we should both get some sleep before the flight home tomorrow. In our own respective rooms. Our respective rooms in this hotel, that is. Obviously you can't go home and rest in your bedroom. That's what the flight is for!" With every word that flew out of your mouth, you cringed harder. Finally, you settled on telling him, "Good night, Reid," before finally getting him out the door.

Your back rested against the now closed door, fingers sifting through your hair as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

Why would you think Spencer of all people was attractive all of a sudden? Up until two minutes ago, you thought he hated you. Up until two minutes ago, you hated him too.

Or maybe that's just what you'd been telling yourself…

A subtle tap against the door had you coming up for air yet again. You made a mental note to tell your therapist about your sudden bout of brain fog.

As he did before, Spencer stood on the other side of the door, hands fidgeting and eyes struggling to maintain contact with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he all but blurted out.

Either this was a dream or your ears deceived you. There was no way Spencer Reid, the guy who wouldn't even shake hands with people, wanted to kiss you. Or wanted to kiss you. "What?"

"You just… you look really pretty and you seem nervous, and kissing actually produces endorphins, which help relax the body. Although, I guess hugging works the same way, but kissing spreads less pathogens than hugging, and- now I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He must've caught the nervous giggle you were struggling to hold back. "Yeah, you do that a lot. But it's okay. It's kind of endearing."

His face went fully red at your comment. "So… is that a yes?"

You gave him a nod, though you couldn't shake the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling him down for a slow kiss. It felt like electricity pumping through your veins, butterflies swirling around in your tummy, and just about every other cliche you could think of. His kiss was intoxicating, and if you hadn't needed to come up for air, so to speak, you probably would've stayed there like that all night.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "Woah," he exhaled with all the amazement of a kid at an amusement park.

"Woah," you copied. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Me either," he admitted with a nervous shrug. "But… I wouldn't mind doing it again."

You let out a shaky exhale, resting your forehead against his. "Well, for future reference, you don't have to ask. That was… woah."

"So, I can just-"

Without warning, he pulled you in for another kiss, and the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach multiplied tenfold.

He pulled away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just really enjoyed that."

You gave him a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer for a soft hug. "I did too."

"So I can just keep kissing you? Over and over? As much as I want?"

You nodded against his chest. "That's the plan now, I guess."

"Woah."

You giggled against him, warmth filling you from head to toe. "Woah, indeed."

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[kyovtani]

i cant wait for my quarantine to end ive been binge watching crininal minds and playing my adorable home i have a kid and an annoying ass partner and six cats but a cute nursery so 🧍🏻‍♀️

[letarasstuff]

Ireland cause I'm from Ireland

Ireland? It's on my list of countries I wanna visit! That's so cool!

Favorite TV show: At the moment Crininal Minds (didn't see that coming), but I'm still a sucker for Bones and any CSI show. Non crime related show is probably The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

[bigfan-fanfic]

SuperBatFlash siblings arguing:

SuperDad(to Bat): oh come on try my Pet Cemetary! (talking about Bats constantly dying and coming back)

BatDad: atleast my cowboy obsession didn't get out of hand Mr Brockback Mountine!

FlashDad: you both sound ridiculous

Bat and Super: shut up Crininal Minds wannabe

And their families just watching:😃

Clark is a little offended. He was raised on a FARM, not a ranch, he insists. He's never even met a cowboy in real life (does not mention the cowboy hat he got from his Pa during his own cowboy phase)

Bruce winces at the reminder of his sons dying and being resurrected - though he is impressed by Superdad's willingness to use the barb.

Barry yelps. "You both know I'm a CSI, right? Criminal Minds are profilers."

[dolls-self-ships]

Omghggg your going to visit prof. Crane at the assylum? I need more😍😍.

Aksjskdskfjfjgk you're gonna spoil it but yes

Part 1

Part 2

At lunch, I'm still kind of trying to process all this information. Why would Professor Crane get fired? And thrown in the asylum? What could he have possibly done? I mean sure he was sort of off but... I knew him. He wasn't a bad guy. Was he?

"I always thought Crane was kinda crazy, no wonder he got tossed in the nut-house." I cringe at my friends terminology, so I jump to defend him. "Professor Crane is NOT crazy. He was probably just.... traumatized."

Joshua, my friend, continues. "Of course you of all people would defend him~"

I put down my fork. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that it's no coincidence you suddenly started to get A's in Crane's class once you started staying with him after hours."

"He was helping me study."

"Yeah I'm sure he was really helping you out~"

I see that people are starting to stare. "Josh, cut it out."

"Wassa matter? Embarrassed that Professor Crane had to help you expand your mind?"

My face is getting redder. "Josh. Stop it! He's not like that!"

"How are we supposed to know what he's like outside of class? Oh but I bet you know. I bet you know him reeeeeeeeeally well-"

"SHUT UP!"

I punch him in the nose, hard. I'm immediately regretful as I begin to back away from a now bent-over, broken nosed Joshua.

Everyone's shocked, whispers begin to erupt from the crowd.

"She's as crazy as the Professor!"

"I didn't know such a tiny girl could punch like that."

I feel singled out, embarassed, ashamed, and run to the bathroom to collect myself.

While I'm splashing my cheeks with cold water, I hear footsteps enter. It's my other friend, the one who's not a douche, Dianna.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I don't know... I'm so angry, and embarassed, and..."

"Frustrated?"

"Yeah."

"Look, you cast listen to Josh. He's a total douche. I don't even know why we're friends with him".

"I know right."

"But you're a smart, strong, hard-working young woman that isn't afraid to ask for help when she needs it. And that's really admirable! You earned those grades."

"Yeah... but now our class probably thinks I'm some slutty sorority girl that sleeps through her classes to get good grades."

"It's college, literally literally who the fuck cares? Nobody cares."

"I care! Ugh, it's not just that its... Professor Crane was just probably just troubled but too afraid to say anything about it. He's not a crininal, he needs help."

"I mean, you're a pshyc minor, why don't you just help him yourself?" She suggests, obviously joking. But my impulse brain does not take it that way.

"Holy shit... D, you're right!"

"Huh?"

"I'll drop theatre and become a Pshyc major! That way when I graduate and get my degree, I can go to Arkham and help Professor Crane!"

"What?! But... isn't performing your dream? I thought you wanted to be on Broadway!"

I sigh. "It is! But... I don't think it's gonna be a stable carrer, I mean... how many people actually make it big? With this, I can have a sure future AND help my favourite person!"

She gives me a look.

"Aha... second favourite."

"But you do so well on stage. You were made for it."

"I know... but I have more important things waiting for me. Like helping the people that need it!"

So that weekend, I decide to visit Professor Crane at Arkham, I meekly approach the garud at the front desk.

"I’d like to see Professor Crane please, if he’s available."

The gaurd gestures with his hand, signaling for me to follow him. "Right this way, ma’am." 

I follow the guard down the dark, dingy hallway. On the way, Harley catches notice and presses her cheek against the glass to get a good look at me, intrigued.

We come to an eventual stop, and the guard speaks up again. "Alright, here he is. Self proclaimed Master of Fear himself."

I wearily approach the cell, peering through the glass. Master of Fear? That couldn't be...

"Professor...?"

I hear Jonathan gasp and he slowly looks over his shoulder. Asking if its me.

Tears well up in my eyes when I see it's him. "Professor Crane! It’s you! Oh, I’ve missed you so much at the University, you have no idea how hard things have been for me without you."

Jonathan approaches me quickly and places his hands on the glass. He looks tired, more than usual, I feel bad for him. "I appreciate you coming to visit but you shouldn’t be here, child. It’s no place for a young lady such as yourself."

I frown. "But.... I really miss you..."

Jonathan softens and smiles fondly at me. "I miss you too."

I brighten at this, thinking it's the right time to break the good news. "Which is why I’ve decided to drop my major and replace it with phycology!"

Jonathan's eyes turn wide and he begins sputtering. "Wh-wh-What?!?!? Young lady, you cant be serious!"

"But I am! I want to help you, Professor. Once I graduate with a masters degree, I can come here and get you out. Legally, of course."

Jonathan touches his chest, extremely touched by this. "I’m.... I’m flattered you want to go through all that trouble for me, Miss, however you shouldn’t! You’re young, you have your whole life to live! You should spend it doing something you love, chasing your dreams, not trying to help escort an old man out of an insane asylum."

"You’re like, 40, that’s not that old."

"Well I’m going to be by the time you get a masters in phycology! What about your theatre career?"

"We both know that you and I didn’t think that would work out."

"Well, I certainly didn’t but I admired your shining eyes and naiveté."

I blush at this. "Aw... thanks Prof. But, the whole point of me doing this is to help people. You’re just... one of the first I want to help. Because I care about you."

Jonathan suddenly felt bad for trying to discourage me. "...My dear... that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

I smile up at him with wide eyes.

The guard interupts us, saying we can't fratranize for too long when it's not visiting hours.

I nod. "Just one second." I turn back to Professor Crane. "I’ll come back to see you, I promise."

Jonathan watched as I leave with the guard.

Harley interrupts Jonathan’s gazing by squealing, "Oooohhhh~! Was that ya girlfriend, Jonny? Finally got a puddin’ of ya own, huh?"

Jonathan, becoming extremley flustered, exclaims "She is not my “girlfriend” Miss Quinzell! She’s my student."

Harley smirks, putting her hands up. "Heeeyyyy I don’t judge a little student/teacher action! If anythin’ I bet that makes time in the bedroom 10 times more exciting~!"

Jonathan turns red in the face at this. "Harley, please!"

[sexykwan]

in crying there is a crininal minds beyond borders in Florence and not even a person has the accent this is kdjssm