D.R. Dr Reid. My Desired Reality

You did everything right. Years of hard work. Top of your class. An IQ of 166. A degree in behavioral psychology. Perfect fitness scores. You gave up nights out, birthdays, friendships and sleep just so you could land a spot at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit.
You wanted to live the life you saw in 'Criminal Minds', your comfort show - and you did everything right to get there.
But the BAU isn't what you thought it would be. There's no jet waiting on the tarmac. No high profile cases being handed to you. No heroic profiles or dramatic take downs. Just an endless pile of paper work, a boss constantly barking orders and the humiliating honor of being the office coffee runner.
One night, when you get home from a brutal day at work, you put on your favorite show. But you can't help but notice something feels... off.

You're lying on your sofa half-watching the flicker of Criminal Minds on the screen when the air around you seems to hum. You feel an energy pulling you up, almost like there's a magnet lodged beneath your ribs. You're being drawn somewhere else, gently but firmly, like being reeled into a dream you didn't mean to enter... but somehow, always belonged too.

✨ This is a Criminal Minds shifting fanfic ✨
Starring: You x Spencer Reid (VERY slow-burn, of course)
Vibe: dreamy, emotional, psychological, with detailed original cases I've made up, and that sweet, slow tension between you and our favorite genius.

Some chapters dive deep into casework I created myself, others are all about you and Reid, others are everything in between. It's a soft,surreal , slow unravel - and it's exactly the story I wanted to write.

If that sounds like your thing, welcome home. If not, - I'm sure I'll write something that tickles your fancy soon enough.

Happy reading... or should I say Reiding? 😉
⚠️ Trigger warnings: murder, abduction, restraint, groping, unwanted sexual touching, choking, smut (marked with a *) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT Y/N.