derek + baby girl & pretty boy ♡

Garcia buys her and Reid matching/complimentary outfits. Reid finds it highly amusing.

Every now and then, he and Garcia will coordinate their fits and show up to the office in the same outfit at which point everyone busts up laughing. (Partly because it's always startling to see Reid in anything even half as outlandish as what Garcia usually wears, and partly because of Morgan's reactions every time.)

Garcia does a pretty good job of getting an even number of matching outfits for both her eccentric style and Reid's more neutral one.

And yes, this does mean that Reid sometimes wears dresses, skirts, and high heels.

The first time Garcia and Reid walked into the bullpen wearing matching checkerboard dresses with chess pieces patterned across them (I'm imagining they were custom made and are supposed to reflect a moment in an actual chess match of some sort which Reid was over the moon about bc hes a dork and Garcia knows it) and little black pumps (because Reid wasn't tall enough already) with both of their hair up in half pony tails and matching glasses, Morgan tripped over his own feet and almost ate it right there in the middle of the bullpen because holy shit his Baby Girl and his Pretty Boy are stunning and hold up he needs a minute.

Spencer, walking into the bullpen with Penelope: *info dumping about the chess match modeled on their dresses*

Morgan, getting coffee across the room: *chokes on his own spit and almost drops his mug because he's busy staring at Spence and Penny*

Prentiss, walking up beside him and slapping him on the back as he coughs: lmao real smooth, Derek. *sips at her own coffee*

JJ: *enters the bullpen in a pencil skirt and an off the shoulder blouse, her hair put up in a bun*

Prentiss: *chokes on her coffee, unable to tear her eyes away from JJ*

Derek: lmao real smooth, Emily. *walks away laughing*

kidnapper: i have your child

hotch: which one i have five

kidnapper: the annoying one who won't shut the fuck up

hotch:

hotch: which one i have five

my headcanon is that hotch starts to go to garcia to ask what new slang words mean because he’s completely lost when jack comes home from school using words like ‘rizz’ and ‘bussin’

it’s all going well until hotch decides to try it out for himself on the jet and confidently says “this case was not slay”. it’s silent for a few seconds before the whole team bursts out laughing

PLEASE CONSIDER FOR ME:

Half the BAU are hard of hearing after all the explosions they've gotten caught in. Reid, Garcia, Prentiss, and Hotch are all autistic and occasionally go non-verbal. They all know and use ASL frequently. JJ and Garcia are the only two without much hearing loss and often translate what others are saying for their teammates. JJ signs in all her press releases/media appearances. Everyone keeps noise-cancelling headphones, aac books, and a few different things they know are comfort/regulatory items for their teammates in their go bags. The plane is stocked with weighted blankets and sensory friendly snacks at all times. After especially long amd/or hard cases, they all stay at Rossi's house for a few nights and eventually, they all kinda just end up with their own rooms there even if they almost always end up the living room to cuddle. (Rossi pretends to be annoyed but they all know that he actually loves to have them there.) Rossi often comes home to find one or more of his teammates just hanging out in his house even though he could swear that he never gave any of them a key. (They'll often come to his house if they're having a bad day. The most frequent perpetrators of this are Reid and Prentiss. Spencer picks the locks and Emily jimmies her way in through a window. Garcia made a copy of his key the one time he asked her to water his plants while they were away on a case, Morgan kept breaking the door down until Rossi started leaving random doors unlocked for him and a note with which door was unlocked for him that day under a rock by the front door after having to replace said door four times, Hotch does actually have a key that Dave gave him, but more often than not he'll just knock and then wait patiently on the porch swing for Rossi to get home and let him in even though Rossi always insists 'you have a key, Aaron, you know you're more than welcome to use it and just come in', JJ usually calls first and he'll tell her whatever door he'd left unlocked In Case of Morgan, and you may be wondering, why doesn't he just give all of them keys after this happens a few times? And to that I say, what, and deprive them of their fun? Come on.)

When they stay at Rossi's house after a long/hard case, JJ calls Will as soon as they're on the ground and he meets them there with the boys. Hotch calls his sister (or whoever he's got watching Jack) and she'll meet then there with Jack. Rossi cooks them all dinner and once everyone else has gone to bed, he sits in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine (or scotch, depending on the case), and waits. One by one, the others shuffle into the living room.

Reid is usually first, trudging into the room rubbing his eyes (its adorable, but dont tell anyone Rossi thinks that, he has an image to maintain) and he'll curl up impossibly small on the couch next to Rossi and put his head in the older man's lap. Rossi will run his hands through Spencer's hair and hum quietly. Garcia comes next, wrapped in a long, silky robe that billows as she moves because it's dramatic and she loves it, and she'll slip onto the other end of the couch to lay her head on the arm as Reid stretched out just enough to brush the soles of his feet against her thigh. Then comes Morgan quickly after his baby girl and pretty boy have disappeared, and he'll have a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he drags an already inflated air mattress behind him that he drops in front of the couch. Reid drips a hand off the edge to brush against his shoulder and Garcia stretches out her leg until she can nudge his with her toes. Prentiss comes trudging in next with JJ hanging sleepily off her and Will right behind them with the boys on his hips. Will settles with the boys on the love seat and JJ and Prentiss curl up on the floor at his feet. Hotch is next with Jack asleep on his shoulder and he settles into the chair beside Rossi with Jack on his chest. By this time, Rossi has finished his wine and he reaches out to clasp Hotch's hand in his own and they fall asleep like that, surrounded by their family and taking comfort in the fact thay everyone is there.

This got a little bit away from me. Oops.

characters who are absolutely convinced down to their bones that they are unlovable being subjected to the mortifying ideal of being wholly and unconditionally loved. that’s the good stuff. never get tired of it.

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Being on this website is fun because you can absolutely tell when a blorbo clicks in someone's brain. You're scrolling, and suddenly out of nowhere there's like 12 posts about the same character back to back reposted by the same person, and you just know "oh. They're a permanent part of their psyche now." and honestly it's a vibe go off king

Tara finding out about Spencer's dad sexually abusing him. Maybe she's the first person he ever admitted it too.

CW - CSA

“Michael Woodworth,” Emily said as she placed a photo of a blond man on the board. He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes “This is our unsub. He’s the son of our victim. He moved to South Carolina when he turned 18, changed his name, and has made countless accusations of sexual abuse against his father, but was never taken seriously.” 

“Why would he come back to kill him though?” JJ questioned.

Emily sighed, “his father’s been trying to get back in his life. And in Michael’s son’s life.” 

Realization fell over everyone in the room.

“Well, let’s go pick him up,” Rossi said.

Tara got up with everyone else and was about to follow them out of the room when she noticed that Spencer hadn’t moved from his seat. He was staring blankly at the photo of Michael. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she gently asked, trying not to startle him. 

Ever since prison she had been sure to check up on Reid and, given her expertise, she was often the one who would help Spencer when he shut down, or was panicking. 

Spencer blinked before looking up at her, “yeah. Yeah, I'm fine,” he said, his voice unconvincing. He sounded shooken up. 

Tara sat next to him, as he avoided looking at her. 

“You know you can tell me if you’re not feeling well, if you’re having a hard time.” 

Tara wasn’t sure what would have triggered it, but she had gotten good at picking up on when Spencer was spiralling as they had gotten pretty close, with her helping him. 

Spencer shook his head, “I can’t tell you. Not this.” 

“What is it?” Tara watched him with worried eyes, “you can tell me anything, Spencer. I wouldn't ever judge you.” 

Spencer let out a humourless laugh and shook his head, “I don’t blame him. I understand why he did it.” 

Tara nodded, “I’m sure we all do.”

“No,” Spencer shook his head and finally looked at her, “not like me. I… I used to think, if I stopped him then he could never hurt anyone ever again. But I couldn’t do it.”

“What? Who?” Tara whispered, starting to put some pieces together. Someone had hurt Spencer? Like that? Had he been living with this on his own, forever?

Spencer dropped his head down and stared at the table as tears filled his eyes, “my father, ever since I was four years old, right up until he left,” he whispered, shame in his voice. 

“Spencer,” Tara reached her hand out and placed it on his, gently rubbing it, “I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” 

Spencer shrugged, “I still wonder if he ever hurt anyone else, if he is hurting anyone else. So, yeah, I understand why Michael did what he did,” Spencer lifted his head up and met Tara’s eyes, “don’t worry, I’m not going to go after him.”

“I know,” Tara assured him. 

Spencer nodded, “But I would be lying if I hadn’t thought about how it would be easier if he were dead, then I could be sure he wasn’t hurting anyone.” 

“I understand, Spencer.” 

“Thank you,” Spencer let out a deep sigh, “You know, you're the first person I’ve ever told about this. I’ve never even admitted aloud.” 

Tara’s heart broke at the thought of Spencer, sweet Spencer, living with this since he was four years old. Never telling anyone, never having anyone to help him. 

“If you ever need to talk, Spencer, I’m here,” Tara told him. 

“I know,” he whispered, “Thank you.” he looked at Tara with sincere and grateful eyes.

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Sorry if this is a little overly specific but if you are okay with it, would you mind writing about after Gideon leaves, Spencer blames himself for it and the blame gradually spirals into a restriction eating disorder because he feels like he needs to better himself in any way possible. Eventually though, it becomes pretty noticeable that something is wrong as he hasn't gone out for drinks with the team in a few months and so they have an intervention with him about it.

tw: disordered eating

It starts slowly.

Gideon leaves, and Spencer is overwhelmed with guilt, certain that Gideon left because of something he did. Of course, the trauma of losing Sarah was also a factor, and Spencer knows that, believes it, but he still thinks if he had been better, if he had reached out to Gideon, if he had done something, Gideon would still be here.

At first it’s just breakfast. 

He realizes that when he wakes up he has no appetite, and so instead of forcing down a bowl of oatmeal, he just…doesn’t eat. Later, when he does start to get hungry, he just deals with it. Maybe he deserves to be hungry. Maybe it’ll help him focus more. Maybe his lack of focus is why Gideon left.

It gets worse. 

Spencer doesn’t stop eating entirely, but he stops eating in front of other people. He can’t bear the thought of him gorging himself when he’s the reason the team is down a member. He feels disgusting when he eats, grotesque. The whole process of putting food into his mouth and then chewing it up and swallowing makes him shudder.

He eats in secret, at his apartment where no one can see him, but even there, it all feels wrong. The sensations are just as bad. Somewhere deep in his brain he knows what he’s doing isn’t okay, and he does his best to nibble on nuts and fruits when he can, but it’s so, so hard.

He’s at the office one evening when JJ invites him out with the rest of the team for dinner and drinks. A hundred thousand thoughts run through his mind all at once. I can’t eat in front of them. I can’t be in front of them at all. They’re going to judge me. They’re going to hate me. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant…

“Sorry,” he says. “Believe it or not, I’ve got other plans.”

That’s the first time he declines an invitation from his friends—his family—but it’s not the last. Over the next few months he continues to say no when they invite him out, and he continues to eat only at home, now convinced that if he could just be better, more disciplined, no one else will leave him. This is the only way to keep his friends close.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s pushing them away.

Spencer is at his desk getting ready to head home when Emily comes to tell him they’re needed in the conference room.

“Do we have a case?” Spencer asks, surprised and yet also not surprised at all.

“I guess we’ll see when we get there,” Emily shrugs, and they walk together, Emily’s hand hovering over Spencer’s back.

Once everyone is gathered at the table, Hotch clears his throat.

“Spencer,” he says. “We’re here because we’re worried about you.”

Spencer blinks and frowns. “Why?”

“You never want to go out with us anymore,” says Penelope. “And you—”

“You’re so skinny, pretty boy,” Morgan says, his voice dripping with concern. “More than usual. You… you look sick.”

“I’m fine,” Spencer says quickly. “Please, I— Don’t worry— Please, I’m fine.”

Even he can hear that he doesn’t sound fine.

“No one’s seen you eat in months,” Hotch points out gently. “Look at you, you’re shaking right now.”

Spencer glances down to see that his hands are trembling. He’s gotten so used to it, he didn’t even notice. 

“It’s nothing,” he tries again. “I’ve been a little sick. I’m feeling better now. It’s fine.”

“Spence,” JJ begs. “Please tell us what’s going on.”

Spencer puts his head in his hands so he can’t see anyone. He sits perfectly still for a long time before he finally swallows back a sob and takes a deep breath.

“It started when Gideon left,” he murmurs. “I just… I just want to be better.”

“And better means you can’t eat?” JJ asks softly.

“Eating is hard.”

“Why do you want to be better?” Emily asks.

“So no one else leaves…”

Spencer leans forward until his head is on the table, and after a moment, he feels a hand press gently onto his back. A moment later he feels another, and another, until the whole team is standing behind him, touching him. They know he doesn’t like group hugs, so this is their compromise, their way of showing that they’re here for him.

For the first time in months, Spencer lets them in.

Can we have young Reid sharing a room with Morgan and Hotch and Reid having a nightmare? But like a nightmare about his dad abusing him, and the others present being super comforting and validating while Reid is ashamed about them seeing and what happened originally please? Also I hope you’re doing okay.

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CW - CSA

Morgan grabbed his bag and grumpily made his way up the stairs of the small bed and breakfast they were staying at. The town they had a case in was tiny and he, Hotch, and the newest member of their team, Spencer would have to share a room.

Spencer seemed to have already won over and impressed the other members of his team, but Morgan was not so easily persuaded. He quickly pegged Spencer as a spoiled, privileged, and sheltered boy. Probably coming from a family of wealth, and never having to face any real challenge in his life. 

When the three met at the hotel room, they opened the door and Morgan's jaw dropped. There were only two beds. 

“Looks like two of us will have to share,” Hotch said, giving Morgan a meaningful look.

Morgan internally groaned before grimacing and turning to Spencer. “You better not kick,” was all he said before turning away from him, not seeing the hurt look on his new team mate’s face. 

When Morgan had left to use the bathroom, Hotch approached Spencer, who was still standing with his head down and arms limply at his sides. 

“It just takes Morgan a little to warm up to people, don’t take it personally,” Hotch tried to comfort him. He reached out his hand and placed it on Spencer’s shoulder which he startled at and pulled away. “Sorry.” Hotch hadn’t quite figured out or gotten used to all of Spencer’s quirks and differences. 

Spencer ignored Hotch’s apology and only whispered, “why does he seem to hate me?”

Hotch sighed, “he doesn’t… just give him time to understand you.” 

Spencer shrugged and finally looked up, with immense sadness and hurt in his eyes, “people never understand me.” and then he walked away, leaving Hotch standing there feeling unbelievable sympathy for this young man. 

*

During the night, to Morgan’s annoyance Spencer started to kick and toss and turn. Morgan rolled his eyes and tried to shuffle as far away as he could. But then he heard something that made him pause. He heard Spencer start to whimper. 

Morgan turned over and shook Spencer’s shoulder.

“No, please daddy, I don’t want it,” Spencer cried out, still not awake. 

Alarm raised in Morgan and he shook Spencer harder, “Reid, wake up!” 

Spencer jerked awake and stared at Morgan with wide, scared eyes. Morgan observed his body language. The trembling, his eyes filled with tears. Morgan was shocked, Spencer was absolutely terrified. For the first time Spencer didn’t seem like a sheltered privileged boy, he seemed like a young man who had been deeply traumatized. 

“Hey,” Morgan soothingly said, “you’re okay, Reid, you just had a nightmare.” 

Spencer scammered toward the headboard, curling in on himself. 

“Morgan?” Hotch suddenly spoke, having been awakened by the commotion “what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Morgan whispered, his eyes not leaving Spencer’s trembling form, “I think he had a nightmare.”

Hotch slowly approached the bed, “Spencer,” he gently spoke, seeing how Spencer was clearly panicking, “you’re okay. You’re on a case in Oklahoma with the team. You’re safe.” 

Hotch continued the gentle reassurance until Spencer seemed to calm down. He leaned his head against the headboard, his eyes closed in exhaustion.

Finally Spencer opened his mouth, “I’m so sorry I woke you guys.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry, Spencer. Everyone had nightmares,” Hotch told him. 

Morgan eyed him, his mind unable to forget what Spencer had said before waking. “What was it about?” Morgan asked, without thinking.

“Morgan,” Hotch interrupted as Spencer shrunk in on himself, “Reid is under no obligation to tell us.”

Morgan opened his mouth to apologize when Spencer cut him off, “it was about my dad,” he mumbled.

Hotch and Morgan looked at him, waiting to see if he would continue. 

“Sometimes, when I would go to bed, he would sneak into my room. Then he would… use me for what he wanted,” Spencer turned his head away in shame, “he left when I was ten. I got too old for him.” 

Morgan and Hotch were speechless. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry that happened to you. But you don’t need to be ashamed, it wasn't your fault,” Hotch tried to assure him.

Morgan nodded in agreement, it was something he tried to remind himself regarding his own trauma. 

Spencer shrugged in a dismissive manner. Morgan swallowed hard and reached out his hand, placing it on top of Spencer's. 

“I know it seems like you’re all alone, but you’re not. You’ve already seen how many victims there are out there. It’s not your fault anymore than it’s theirs,” Morgan emotionally said, “Do you understand?” 

Spencer’s eyes darted around as he thought about what Morgan said, “I can try too,” he finally whispered.