#Jennifer Jereau x reader
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summary: jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too.
pairing: jj jareau x fem!queer!reader
w.c: 4.8K
warnings/content: lots of yearning and miscommunication; angst (wouldn't be me without any angst); flirting; fear of rejection; this is not a coming out fic but it discusses the topic; description about impulsive actions & consent & acceptance; foul language at some point; murder is briefly mentioned; mentions of bad experiences regarding relationships; friendly banter; an argument; fluff; making out.
A/N: this is my entry for @the-guilty-writer pride fic challenge! I didn't chose an specific prompt. I've had this idea for a long time and when I saw this challenge I thought “oh, that's how this is going to go.” hopefully, you'll like it <3 and happy pride month!!!!
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“I think I'm in love with her.”
You don't go around revealing your life to the first person you see. That's just not you. But have you ever been through one of those moments where your mind trails back to that person and all you can see it's her eyes, her smile, the scrunch of her nose when she's concentrated and the tilt of her head when she's confused about something?
And then, it slips out. Your heart speaks for itself, you can't control it.
“Huh?” Penelope queried, drifting her attention back to you. She has been ogling some blonde dude since the moment you came into the bar. You didn't understand the appeal. He was just an average white probably tasteless man. Penelope could do so much better, but that was none of your business.
You were ogling someone else as well, so. Hypocrite.
“Wait—what?” The blonde gripped your arm, eyes widening behind her glasses as if a realization has come to her. “Who are you in love with?”
Oh, she heard that? Somehow you thought it could have been muffled by the loud music.
You know some order thing that could be muffled? JJ and her stupid flirting with that stupid guy beside you. God, if she giggled one more time you'd break your beer bottle in your head.
You wondered what would Penelope think in case she knew who you were talking about. You've received a lot of looks because of your sexual orientation over the years and it's long gone that part of you that cared so much about what people thought of you. You were a grown woman, successful in your field and you didn't depend on anyone to survive. Especially prejudiced people. But those people in the bar, they weren't just people. They have become your family. You couldn't stop thinking if they would treat you differently if they knew you weren't straight.
“Baby girl and princess!” You step out of your inner turmoil to acknowledge a very drunk Derek Morgan. Both of his arms around yours and Garcia's shoulders. He was the touchy kind of drunk. You didn't complain and you knew by your friend's wicked grin that she wouldn't either. “Now what are you doing here moping around? There's a dance floor with plenty of space over there.”
“Oh, I can see that. Are you taking us there then?”
“I'd be more than happy too.”
Before Penelope could drag you out, you clicked your tongue under the roof of your mouth.
“Sorry, not tonight. My legs are killing me.”
Derek chuckled, shaking his head in disapproval. “Because of when we jogged after the unsub?”
Grabbing a shot of tequila and promptly throwing your head back, you straighten your back while staring back at him, a scowl present in your features.
“You call that jogging? I'm not a gym rat like you, Morgan.”
“I can see that, we need to change that!”
“Uh-huh,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Convince Spencer first and we can all wake up at five a.m together to run around the Headquarters.”
Derek yelled through the music about always getting what he wanted in the end and he wouldn't give up before Garcia whisked him away to the dance floor and they disappeared from your sight.
A smile lingered on your lips until you realized the golden strands almost touching your arm and your mood went sour again. Thankfully or not, you could no longer hear the flirting, maybe the alcohol was being effective and numbing your eardrums.
“A pretty face like that cannot carry anything but a smile.”
Really, someone was about to get punched tonight and you wouldn't be responsible for your choices. What would it take for you to be alone and sad for a few minutes— “Oh,” you blinked at Emily, shoulders sagging in relief. “It's you.”
You saw her grin through the glass she was sipping on. “Don't act so excited.”
“It's not that.” You rolled your eyes. “I thought it was another asshole trying to get my number. I'm so done with men tonight.”
“Hey,” she raised her glass, mentioning your beer. As you did, you clicked them together. “Preach. We should kill all of them.”
You leaned on her arm, face splitting into a shit-eating grin. Yes, the alcohol was finally in your system. “Such a good idea I could kiss you for it.”
There was some cheering going around and when you looked back at the dance floor, Penelope was the center of attention. Hotch and Rossi looked like they were having the time of their lives watching the scene, while Blake cheered her on just as strongly as everyone else.
Sometimes, you wished you had Penelope's confidence. She'd walk into the room with colorful clothes and heels decorated by herself and she'd own it. That was your best friend. Spontaneous, strong and one of the best people you knew.
If you had half of that confidence you might have confessed your stupid feelings for the woman you were head over heels for. You had to watch her flirt with someone else right in front of you as if it didn't make your heart break because you wanted it to be you instead.
“Kiss me then.”
Spinning around to stare at Emily, you blinked confused. “Uh?”
“You said you'd kiss me,” Emily tilted her head, her dark strands slipping out from behind her ear and covering half of her face. “Do it then.” Her tone had a tinge of playfulness but even in your inebriated state, you saw the truth between the lines.
You'd never thought of Emily as more than someone you could share everything with. She's been your friend since you entered the Bureau, shy and isolated, she helped you get out of your shell and admit your true persona. She knew everything about you, even more than Penelope, your best friend. Being Queer was something that Emily had a lot to say about and it brought you two closer. To both of you, it was nice to speak without stepping on eggshells, fearing you'd be looked at differently by your friends.
You were aware she's beautiful. Of course you were, you're not blind. Emily Prentiss was powerful and she radiated grace wherever she walked. That's just something you never... thought about. You never thought that boundary could be crossed.
Until now.
“Do you really want me to?” You asked, glancing down at her shiny lips. Another thing you knew about Emily, she hates lipstick, her go-to choice would always be plain chapstick or lipgloss.
Emily brushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning forward. Your nose barely touching. “I wouldn't mention it if I didn't want it.” You smiled at that, just as you were about to close the gap between you and say fuck it for everything and everyone else that was in your head, a hand on your shoulder pulled your back, slightly startling you.
Emily blinks dazed at someone behind you, her face twitching in confusion.
But JJ says your name and you freeze, “A word, please?”
She walks away and you are conflicted on whether you should follow like a kicked puppy or stay with Emily and carry on with... Who are you kidding? This is Jennifer you're talking about. Is there any moment you've ever said no to her?
This is pathetic — you think, stumbling into people as you walked to the exit where you presumed JJ was going. She had vanished a minute ago and there were so many people you couldn't see where she went.
You're pathetic. She just interrupted your kiss with a pretty girl and you're following after her like a starved stray dog—unless. Unless something happened and she needed you.
“Jen,” you said carefully, finally outside the bar where she awaited you. You couldn't see her face because she had her back facing you. “Hey, you okay? Did something—”
“What was that?” She cut you off. As she wiped around to face you, you saw her flared cheeks. That could only mean two things: angry or drunk. She looked fine for someone drunk, different from you who was almost floating at your feet. She said your name again, this time more calculated. “You and Emily? When did that happen?”
A laugh of astonishment left your lips. Were you hearing it right? “Was that why you called me over here?” you really wanted to be sure before you blurted out something you didn't want.
JJ scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. That was one of the cutest reactions you find endearing about her, but now it just frustrated you. It frustrated you because you still found her cute despite her irrationality.
Focus!
Before you could spar anything back, someone bumped into you causing you to stumble forward, almost falling flat on the sidewalk if familiar arms hadn't held you in place. Her perfume reached you fast than two bottles of beer and five shots of tequila could ever do. The sweet smell of orange blossom made you almost melt in her arms. When you stepped back into reality, you noticed your head was on her shoulder as her whole body shook.
She was too busy yelling and gesticulating angrily at whoever had bumped into you to realize you were drunk on her perfume.
“Are you okay? The idiot was too drunk, he almost ran you over— Are you okay?” She repeated, tone softening at the end as she cupped your face and saw your unfocused gaze. “I think we should sit you down.”
“I'm fine,” you sputtered out, leaning into her touch absentmindedly. Why were her hands better than your pillow? You could sleep right there.
“Sure, you are.”
It took you five minutes for you to breathe into a new setting. One you knew too well, the discreet scent of strawberry she'd spray around. That was her car.
“JJ,” you said, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You should have drank more because you could feel yourself sobering up. “Why did you bring me here? Can't we just talk tomorrow?”
If you could avoid the inevitable, you'd do it while you could.
She stayed silent. You huffed out a breath of disbelief when you turned the side and saw her staring straight forward.
“Okay.” You spat, hand on the door handle. “I'll see you—”
“Don't leave.”
“Why not?” Your fist clenched in the handle. “You're acting like a child and I don't even know what I did.”
Letting out a long sigh, she said, “I'm sorry."
You hated the way your body reacted to her. Chest searching to cure whatever caused that tinge of sadness in her voice.
“What happened?” You inquired softly.
She shifted on the seat, raising both of her hands to pull her strands back.
“You did.”
If you hadn't sobered up before, you sure we're sober now.
“Me?” you croaked out, studying her in what you judged to be nonchalant but it was actually quite desperate. What had you done to make her upset? You barely spoke the entire night.
In fact, you were trying to take some distance from the blonde for a while. It was the healthiest option you found instead of reciprocating the casual compliments and innocent touching. Because JJ did those things but it was out of friendship. When you did them, you wanted more. You felt more. That had to stop. Once you fell, it was unstoppable. Free falling straight to the rocks. And you'd be the only one banged up in the process due to something you created in your own head.
But you already fell, didn't you? That's what you blurted out to Penelope an hour ago. You were doomed ever since she said Hi to you in the bullpen on your first roundtable meeting.
Either way, you took some space. Speaking only the necessary and exchanging point of view during cases. She didn't seem to care so you guess you didn't make a difference in her life. Did it hurt? Yes. But you wouldn't ruin what was left of your friendship.
“What did I do?” You bit your cheek, afraid she would throw at your face exactly what you were afraid of: she knew about your feelings and she didn't want to be around you anymore. She felt disgusted by you and—
“You mean what you were about to do.”
Your hand moved from the handle to your lap as you shifted your whole body to face her. “I— what?” What was she even talking about?
JJ heaved out a frustrated breath and her gaze finally met yours. It wasn't cold like when she had brought you outside, it was warm, like a volcano about to erupt in lava.
“God, you don't see it, do you?” Your face caved in confusion. “Why did it have to be Emily? And out of all the places you could do that did it have to be by my side?”
It was as if her anger had rubbed off on you instantly.
“What?” You snapped. “You're mad because Emily and I almost kissed by your side?” A humorless laugh escaped you, you didn't even care that she was bothered by what she had seen. You were mad because she interrupted you to screw with your mood. “Oh, I'm sorry, Jennifer. Did I interrupt your trashy flirting with Johnny Depp?”
Her brows reached her hairline in surprise. She isn't expected you to have any reason to be mad, but apparently, you were. Very much. You never called her Jennifer, it felt so wrong. She almost felt guilty.
No, she did feel guilty. Immediately after the words escaped her mouth. Why was she making you justify anything? You weren't her girlfriend. You weren't her anything. Just like she wasn't your anything.
“You really are a hypocrite, you know?” You carried on, jaw clenching. “You've been all over that guy and I had to watch the entire night — when I'm supposed to be having fun — and I'm just— I didn't say anything. Because I have no right to say anything. You can do whatever you want with your life and we're not—” you sucked in a breath, stopping some words from leaving your lips. “—it's not fair, JJ!”
JJ was speechless, completely taken aback by your garrulous speech. By how you ran out of breath, it looked like you had been bottling up all of that.
“And you know what? I won't apologize for what you saw. If you're bothered by the fact that I feel attracted to women—”
“Whoa, wait.” She almost got a neck twist at the insinuation, her whole armor falling. “You think I'm upset because I saw you kiss a girl?”
“You cockblocked the situation so I didn't get to kiss her—”
She completely ignored your jab. “This has nothing to do with you.” The look you gave her was enough for her to realize she has just messed up continuously. Really, she called you out here to argue about something that is entirely her issue. It might involve you — it most definitely does, you're the center of it — but it is not your fault. It's hers.
Jennifer Jareau is a hypocrite. She knows that.
“I couldn't care less about who you kiss or what your sexual orientation is,” JJ clarified. “I mean, if you ever feel comfortable talking about it— I'm all in for it. But I'm not— that doesn't bother me. That's not what I intended for it to sound like. I'm sorry.”
Your eyes skim over the features, searching for any sign of lies; the only emotion you were able to find was regret.
“I had a problem with who you were about to kiss,” she added quietly, munching on her lower lip. A couple crossed the street to reach the bar entrance, they were laughing and holding hands. Diverting her attention down to her hands, she started feeling bad about the situation. Acting like this — angry? That wasn't her. JJ wasn't impulsive nor did she go rough on expressing her feelings. She knew that alright. There's been a lot of times where she wore her heart on her sleeve but none of those times were regarding her love life. She's always been cautious, maybe because in the past, people haven't been cautious with her heart and she had to deal with it by herself. Alone.
Also, she wasn't sure about her feelings for you. Not until a week ago, when your absence started shadowing her days more and more.
JJ never fell in love with a woman before. Sure, she's had crushes and was attracted to some but. They weren't you. None of them were you. Somehow, when you came along, her life was flipped upside down. She wondered how could someone question all of their beliefs because of one person? When she met you, the question switched to how could someone not question everything because of one person?
Oh, but she fell hard. No parachute in sight and she was terrified of heights.
Between innocent touches on the shoulder, compliments and shared coffees in the morning, and the willpower to just protect you at all costs when you were in the field... something blossomed. And it couldn't have been anyone else.
That's the reason she was so mad when you and Emily almost... Yes. Not only that but how dare you ignore her for weeks and act as if you weren't doing it?
Did her absence in your life not mean anything?
“Did you and Emily fight?” You questioned, brows knitting together. “You looked fine this morning.”
JJ ran a hand through her face, “No, we didn't fight,” she let out impatiently.
“Then why—”
“Because I have feelings for you!” She blurted out. “And I wish it was me. I wish it was me who you were touching and giggling and blushing with, not her.” Okay. What was that thing about not being impulsive? In her defense, she wasn't like this before you barged into her life, so it was all on you. “I wish I was her, to be more specific and to just further bury myself under. I wish it had been me in her place.”
The softness of her voice revealed how apprehensive she was in saying that. You wanted to pluck out the lines of concern on her forehead, but at the same time, you thought you had gone crazy. You didn't hear JJ saying she wanted to kiss you, did you? Maybe you were still drunk.
“Are you going to say something?” Her voice was small and you blinked awake.
“I— I don't—”
“I'm sorry.”
Your breath halted.
“Why?”
JJ let out a shaky breath, shaking her head with a groan. “Because I just ruined everything.” Before you could protest, she carried on. “I made you think you had done something wrong and it was all me. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just— I'm sorry—”
“Did you mean it?”
“... what?”
Your eyes traveled through her features, “What you said before.”
Swallowing hard, she avoided your eyes. “About my feelings? Yes. I wouldn't joke about that.” Something came to her mind and her back straightened slightly. “And also about not being bothered by your sexual orientation,” JJ said. “You're still you and that hasn't changed. It won't change. That would be pretty hypocrite of me, actually.” That last part fell from her lips as a whisper but you could hear it loud and clear.
You felt your throat closing up. “Really?” you asked, that kid in you that was rejected many times by her parents turned up on the doorstep of your brain. She was still scared. Still looking for acceptance.
“I love you the way you are, why would it change anything?”
Your heart stopped beating. Nothing could be heard around you, even though the windows were rolled down and there were few people on the streets, speaking loudly. The bar buzzes with loud music.
You didn't even know if you remembered how to breathe.
JJ seemed to be on the same page because she hadn't moved but her eyes were widened in shock. Taken aback by herself. She wasn't remotely drunk to blurt out stuff like that, the opposite actually.
“JJ—”
“I'm sorry, I didn't—”
“JJ,” you said shortly, making her shut up. “Stop,” you ordered even if she had already. The air was heavy, you could taste it bitter in your tongue. Your hand reached out to hers as you leaned closer as her throat bop up and down rapidly.
Jennifer's mind was juggling between multiple emotions but the moment your fingers brushed hers, it all became silent. It was impressive the way her body reacted to your touch. It slipped her mind from those days you barely exchange a good morning, she doesn't ever want to get to a point where she can't feel it.
“This isn't a joke, right?” Her gaze lifted to yours. God, had she been staring at your mouth this whole time?
“No,” she breathed out. “No, it isn't.” Her eyes dropped again, but she got it together in time. “That's not how I wanted you to find out. I'm not sure if I ever wanted you to find out...”
She watched as your lips twitched slightly and your tongue danced through them slowly. Expecting you to run to the hills as soon as she let the truth slip out, bewilderment reached her senses when that's what you didn't do. You stayed. And you were still there, staring at her, unmoving.
Until you retracted your hand from hers on the car seat to touch her cheek carefully. Your lips moved but she couldn't hear a thing.
“Uh, what?”
“It is okay if I...” She was nodding before you could finish speaking and her lips had crashed to yours in full force. Impulsiveness. That's all her. Then, she leaned back, covering her mouth, blue eyes widened when the reality of what she had done came.
You made a sound of protest because of the sudden withdrawal. When you saw her face, it was as if a bowl of cold water had dropped right above your head. She regrets it. She hates me now, she's—
“I'm sorry. I didn't even—I'm sorry, that was out of line, I didn't mean to— I'm so sorry.”
Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you questioned, “Wait, does that mean that you didn't want to kiss me or—”
JJ gave you a look of surprise, “I didn't know if you wanted it, which clearly is not the case and I'm sorry—”
Relief flushed your fear down the drain and you could finally feel the air entering back into your lungs. You started laughing uncontrollably. Feeling eyes burning in your side profile, you raised a hand in a silent request to wait until the fit reached a stop. A minute later, you were red, but you could speak.
Just as JJ started to apologize again, you shut her up by cupping her cheeks and closing the gap between your lips. Like she had done beforehand, albeit softer. Her eyelashes tinkled your cheeks and the baby hairs at the nape of her neck were being brushed by your nails, it didn't take long for her hands to start trailing down your arms. You felt her smiling into the kiss.
“You don't hate me?” she asked in between pecks.
You let out a hum, “I hate you so much—” another kiss “... that I can't stop kissing you.” JJ huffed out a laugh and you kissed down the blush in her cheeks. "I asked if I could kiss you first, silly." She mumbled something along the lines of oh, right.
“So, uh, wait, I—” She stuttered out and you leaned back. “About what I said before. I really am sorry. I was being an idiot. And of course, you can kiss whoever you want to kiss I was just—”
“Jealous?”
Her eye roll was the reply you needed.
“I don't know. Maybe.”
You pressed your lips together, “Okay.”
JJ lifted her eyes to you again, studying your features for a while. She had this unreadable expression from which you couldn't identify the meaning to.
“What?” you asked softly. She smiled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Nothing. You're beautiful.”
You blinked, not expecting to hear that, which only made her grin widen. “It's not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be.”
“Oh?” You mocked, recovering from the previous compliment. “So you've been imagining it?”
“Yes. More times than I can count.” She let her back rest against the seat, eyes never drifting from you. You had missed the feeling of her gaze on you, you had missed just admiring her daily. Now that she was there, in front of you, swollen lips and flushed cheeks — because of you — you didn't know what to do. It was too good to be true.
Did she love you as she said before? Was this just a one-time thing? Would she regret it in the morning?
So many questions you wanted answers to but you didn't want to leave that moment.
She called out your name gently, thumb drawing invisible patterns on your hand. “Hey,” she cooed. “What are you thinking?”
You shook your head, waving it off. “Nothing.”
Both of you chose to dive into silent touches and soft mumbling, just enjoying each other's presence. You didn't care about partying inside and a part of you felt smug that she chose you over that man sitting beside her at the bar.
She was playing with your rings, commenting on each one until you let out a groan and she looked up at you questioningly. You stared at the console, your lips turning down in a frown.
“What it is?” She asked, suppressing a grin. You looked cute acting so annoyed.
“There's too much space between us, Jareau. I don't like this.”
“I'm afraid that that's what happens when I'm in the driver seat and you're in the passenger seat, doll.”
Your nose twitched at the endearment and your face immediately flared up.
She grinned.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Her grin turned into a soft smile. She kept staring at you awaiting an answer in expectation, your eyes followed the spark of anxiety in her eyes and the ways her hands had become clammy on yours. No need to be a profiler to realize she was nervous. Not that you weren't about to hyperventilate yourself, but maybe her reaction meant that she wanted something more and not just tonight.
You weren't sure of that before.
“You really want to do this?” You brought one of her hands to your cheek, leaning into her warm palm. JJ stroked the spot softly. “I mean, do you want to—”
“Be something?”
You gave her a coy smile.
“I don't want to scare you off,” she added, intertwining your hands while leaning forward. “But, if you want to—”
“I do.” You cut her off, biting your lip once you realized you did. “I'd love to go on a date with you, Jen. You know,” you paused. “I don't know if that wasn't clear enough, but I feel the same.”
Laying her forehead on yours for a minute, you saw the corner of her lips quirk up slightly. “It'll take me a while to get my head around that.”
“I've been smitten with you for like... forever.”
“That is so not true!”
You gaped at her. “Yes, it is!”
JJ rolled her eyes, “If you say so.” Before you could retort stubbornly, she pecked your lips. “I do care an enormous amount about you, you know that?” I love you, actually. But that's too soon and I can wait to say it at the right time.
Your hand curled around her wrist as if you were afraid she would leave forever. She kissed your cheek, hand nudging out of your grip to intertwine your fingers in a swift motion as if she had read your mind and this was her way of saying I'm not going anywhere.
“I care an enormous amount for you, too, Jennifer Jareau.”
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criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, penelope garcia, jennifer 'jj' jereau, emily prentiss, elle greenaway
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yes: choking, knife/gunplay, bloodplay, cnc, nongraphic depictions of (sexual, physical, emotional, etc..) abuse/torture, violence, age-regression, depictions of (severe) mental illnesses and substance abuse, depictions of toxic relationships, nongraphic depictions of self-harm
i don't write (explicit) male!readers, nothing against mlm/nwlnw however im not comfortable writing it as i am afab. that being said, i am MORE than happy to write masc aligned characters. i do try to keep most of my writing as gender neutral as possible so some fics could be read as a male!reader and i have no problem with male readers interacting with my works :)
lastly, if you're not 100% sure if your request is something im able to write please just feel free to send an ask and ask about it! :)
note: i've never played COD a day in my life, i just think masked men are really fucking hot 😔✊ also the women in cod are hot too, i fucking love women🫶
#könig x reader#ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#stray kids x reader#spencer reid x reader#emily prentiss x reader#aaron hotch x reader#derek morgan x reader#jennifer jereau x reader#penelope garcia x reader#elle greenaway x reader#ghostface x reader#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#ghost x reader x könig#william afton x reader#michael afton x reader#kaeya x reader#diluc x reader#lisa genshin impact#jean genshin impact
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more little jj headcanons <3
just some cute jj headcanons of her in her different headspaces <3
(do we want a little jj au book? I think so)
age 2-5
♡︎ at this age, JJ is often quiet, reserved and keeps herself to herself
♡︎ she often wants cuddles but won’t ask for them. it’s very much up to the caregiver to notice the signs and engage that contact
♡ she won’t eat much, mainly soft foods such as noodles, mash, ice cream etc. she loves her bottles though, and will usually pick them over anything else
︎♡︎ she loves to nap! loves to sleep and cuddle up with her caregiver watching her cartoons wrapped in a blanket with her teddies, paci and bottle
♡︎ she doesn’t speak much, using her body language or facial expressions as a huge give away for her caregiver
♡︎ due to her reserved nature and lack of communication, pull ups in this age range are a must! she won’t argue about it as she is able to stay quiet but she definitely whines and gets fussy when she’s had an accident
age 5-8
︎♡︎ at this age, jj is so cheeky. she loves to make jokes, often being mean but loves to make people laugh
♡ she has an abundance of energy, always wanting to play, dance, sing, go to the park - everything !
︎♡︎ her caregiver always has to make sure they’re channeling her energy the best they can to ensure she’s not getting into too much trouble.
♡︎ however, when in trouble, she’s a menace. she’ll cry, kick, scream and throw the mightiest tantrums over the smallest things
♡︎ her eating habits are a little better but she is particularly fussy about temperatures and textures. she doesn’t like things touching or other people being near her whilst she eats
♡︎ her bathroom abilities are a little more controlled but when overcome with excitement or distracted by how much fun she is having, accidents are common. this causes a LOT of upset and stress from herself and for the caregiver
age 9-13
♡︎ this age is the hardest for everyone. it’s the time when life at home was at its worst and the time she lost roslyn
♡︎ her emotions are often all over the place and this is reflected in complete upset. the slightest thing reduces her to a breakdown
♡︎ she suffers severely from self harm and excluding herself. she will hide out, go completely mute
♡︎ it is very hard to communicate with her and she needs constant supervision to make sure she is safe.
♡︎ she hardly eats or drinks and it’s up to her caregiver to get her to shower or bathe.
♡︎ she’ll flinch at any loud noises and hates raised voices or arguing
age 13-17
♡︎ jj in this headspace is the most difficult to understand, communicate with and look after. she is constantly angry, violent, fighting, swearing and getting into all sort of trouble
♡ she is hurting so much inside and her self harm has continued but more in a smoking, drugs and alcohol way
♡︎ she needs constant reassurance and love yet pushes everyone away. she hardly talks to any one unless it’s with attitude and she fights as much as possible
♡︎ she hates crying in front of people and will never show any emotion other than anger (if she does, it’s usually a sign of regressing smaller)
♡︎ her violence is extreme and there’s been a couple of cases where her caregiver has had to pick her up from the police station
♡︎ she’ll make reckless decisions, craving to feel any sort of emotions.
#little!jj#criminal minds#criminal minds agere#jennifer jareau#jj#little space#cg!emily#emily prentiss#jj criminal minds#jj x emily#jj headcanons#head canon#teen headspace#headspace#jennifer jareau head canons#jennifer jereau x reader
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Criminal Minds Masterlist *ੈ✩‧₊˚
Emily Prentiss:
Jenifer Jareau:
Penelope Garcia:
Tara Lewis:
Alex Blake:
#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss x reader#tara lewis#emily prentiss x female reader#emily prentiss#tara lewis x reader#alex blake#alex blake x reader#jennifer jareau#jennifer jereau x reader#jj x reader#penelope garcia#penelope garcia x reader
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Interact with this post in any way you wish if you'd like to be added to my taglist <33
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#dr spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#jennifer jereau x reader#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss fluff#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss#criminal minds fic#vikswriting
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wow me coming back from the grave, i’m still looking for some more requests (even though i didn’t finish the old ones… and still have about 4 or 5 unfinished things..yikes)
i’m kind of desperate to write more criminal minds stuff but please keep in mind i’m more comfy with female x female/gender neutral, i could maybe do male characters x reader PLATONICALLY (but it also maybe me hugely out of character)
i may take a while to finish some requests with work and some other stuff but i promise it will (hopefully) get done.
At some point i might get around to organising my page more too :)
#criminal minds#emily prentiss x reader#tara lewis x reader#penelope garcia x reader#jennifer jereau x reader
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Criminal Minds is back baby!!!
#criminal minds#criminal minds evolution#paramount plus#paramount+#cbs#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#jennifer jereau#jennifer jereau x reader#David Rossi#david rossi x reader#Penelope Garcia#penelope garcia x reader#tara lewis#Tara Lewis x reader#luke alvez#luke alvez x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#matt simmons#matt simmons x reader
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I didn’t want to give away too much with Lost at Sea Pt 2, but I did want to give something so here ya go 💕
“I’ll never understand why you brainwash innocent people and convince them to do horrible things.” Your hand reached for the door and you took one step back. This conversation was over. You already entertained it far too long. Without a doubt in your mind, you knew they’d come for you again, this time not so quietly, but you’d never go willinging. Until that day comes, you’d keep fighting and, more importantly, you’d find a way to JJ out of this mess you were in. “I think it’s time you leave.”
“Please, if you could just give me-”
“She said it’s time to leave.” JJ’s voice came from directly behind the man and that’s when you both noticed her standing in front of the door steps, gun drawn and pointed directly at the man’s back. “So, I’d suggest you go.”
oop, I’m excited for this to come out..
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hi, my names lorelai! i was wondering if you could do the star thing of shipping me with someone please? i would prefer a girl but a guy is fine too. (criminal minds and scream please) i don’t really know how to do this so uh- i’m 5’9 and i have brown hair, i’m very stubborn, and i’m a big music listener. i’m a swifty and i love lana and billie. i like to read harry potter and watch the movies. i’m a big horror fan- and love any crime show. my favorite color is purple- (though i should add this cause sometimes i can tell what kind of person someone is based off their favorite color) i’m a cat person. i have a cat named sergio. and i’m a mirrorball 🤭
thank you in advance 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Hi Lorelai! My celebration event is closed, but I'll do it for ya anyway bc you seem so sweet! (And I love doing 'em.) Also love the cat name ;)
Your matches are...
Scream: Mindy!
Mindy is SUCH a sweetheart, you are also quite the pair! Both stubborn but in the end you manage to find a middle ground to settle with, but you're usually on the same page anyway. You would never be GF and she really trusts you, mostly because you were friends with the "Core 4" pre-NYC. She buys you purple laces for your white shoes and she buys some for herself so you can be matching! She is such a cat girlie, there's no way they didn't have one in Woodsboro. There is nobody more Rep/Evermore than her. She is OBSESSED with No Body, No Crime and will rant about it to anybody with ears. She is also very much a Slytherin, so do with that what you will. Also she's shorter than you and praises your height everyday, even if its like a two inch diff.
Criminal Minds: JJ!
Jenifer is the sweetest partner you'll ever have. She bakes you cookies when she's home, even if she is running late for an evening out. You and her own and display the Midnights clock on your wall by your record stand, and she has bought you so many CDs for Taylor, Lana, and Billie. She doesn't like watching much true crime (because of her work) but loves a good horror movie. Mostly because she can cuddle up with you during it. She loves all the purple throw blankets you have around, ranging from a deep plum to a pastel lavender to a sweet amethyst. She is a dog person, but loves cats nonetheless and you have one of each. A border collie and a cute little Tuxedo kitty.
#ghost writes <3#requested :)#anon <3#ghost's celebration event! ★#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#jennifer jereau#jennifer jereau x reader#jj criminal minds#jj x reader#scream#scream x reader#mindy meeks martin#mindy meeks x reader
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Criminal Minds – Masterlist
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Penélope Garcia
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False Confidence
Don't take yourself so seriously / Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Spencer and Y/N hate each other, they just don't realise they have been anonymously messaging for months.
Word Count: 2.8k
T/W: Mentions of murder and death
A/N: For @sackofpissandshit . I came up for the premise of this as a plate of prawns fell onto my head at work. Enjoy! ◡̈
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SherlockHolmes1887: You were right.
You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face; you replied immediately, the half-drunk coffee in your hand forgotten.
NapoleonOfCrime: Feel free to say that again.
He did.
Briefly, you looked up from your phone to cross the road. You were on the way to work having just received a message from Hotch. It sounded urgent.
NapoleonOfCrime: So what made you realise that, as per usual, I was right?
You had spent the better part of the night trying to convince him that Sherlock Holmes was in love with Jim Moriarty. You had met him online several months ago, on an Arthur Conan Doyle forum and have been messaging ever since.
He, except for the one and only Penelope Garcia, was your best friend. You told him everything. Except for who you are.
Early on in talking you both had agreed not to exchange names, tell each other where you lived or what you did for a career. You knew what SherlockHolmes1887 favourite film was (Star Trek), that he liked wearing mismatched socks and his mum used to call him ‘Crash’ because he would crash into things when he was younger. You knew that, like you, he had four qualifications, liked Sherlock Holmes and had an unhealthy obsession with coffee. You just didn’t know his name.
Your phone vibrated.
SherlockHolmes1887: “The greatest schemer of all time, the organiser of every devilry, the controlling brain of the underworld, a brain which might have made or marred the destiny of nations—that's the man! But so aloof is he from general suspicion, so immune from criticism, so admirable in his management and self-effacement, that for those very words that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emerge with your year's pension as a solatium for his wounded character. [...] Foulmouthed doctor and slandered professor—such would be your respective roles! That's genius, Watson.”
Your phone buzzed again. You silenced it as you walked into the BAU elevator.
SherlockHolmes1887: I reread ‘The Valley of Fear’ last night.
You were about to reply when a voice cried out.
“Hold the door!”
Instinctively, you stretched your arm out between the closing elevator doors.
The person entered beside you.
If you had known who had asked, you would have let the doors shut.
Dr Spencer Reid leant on his cane, drumming his fingers against its metal top as the elevator moved upwards. He had recently been shot in the leg on a case. You would never tell him but when that gun fired, you thought you were going to be sick. Your heart ached. It made you hate him even more.
“Reid,” you said, staring forward. You refused to look at him.
“L/N,” He replied.
That was the most words you’d exchanged in days.
When the doors finally opened again, you both headed towards the round table, where the rest of the team was waiting.
You and Spencer were the last to arrive.
It’s not like him to be late, you thought.
You took a seat between Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan - you were sat as far away from Spencer as possible.
“Now that you are all here,” Hotch began, pulling you from your thoughts, “let’s begin.”
Penelope connected her computer to the screen; there was a picture of a body. The flesh was rotten, decayed from what was evidently years hidden away. Your eyes are wide as you saw it: a long cut, rough and jagged, stretched from neck to naval. You recognised this signature.
“The Brooklyn Butcher,” you said, interrupting the silence.
Hotch nodded.
It was a case that had occurred six years ago and ended up going cold.
Spencer recalled, “Eleven women, all under the age of twenty-five, all with red hair, went missing and then their bodies always turned up three days later with a long knife wound across their torso.”
“The only body,” you continued, “that was never discovered was Sharon Lewis’. The first to go missing. The wife of Mitch Lewis, the prime suspect during the investigation.”
“Why wasn’t he arrested?” Derek asked.
Spencer answered before you could, tucking a strand of his brown hair behind his ear. Why did you want to run your hands through his hair?
“There was no evidence. The police’s only theory was his wife was his first kill and he killed all the other victims who resembled her in an attempt to relive the thrill of the kill.”
“He had an alibi for Sharon Lewis’ disappearance,” you added.
“Correct - they also never found her body. They couldn’t prove their theory without her body.”
“Well,” Hotch said, “they have now.”
“Sharon Lewis, aged twenty-four, was the first victim in the Brooklyn Butcher killings. Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.”
JJ leant back in her chair and pressed her pen to her lips, “So the cut was postmortem?”
“According to the coroners.”
“But that was not the case for the rest of the victims?”
“No,” Hotch replied.
“Our UNSUB gained confidence in his kills.”
Lewis was likely his first-ever kill. You wanted to message Sherlock and ask him what he thought. He was intelligent beyond belief, you were sure he would add valuable insight to this case but you couldn’t tell him. Then he would know you worked for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. You couldn’t let him know that. He couldn’t know who you were. What would he think then? When he knew you were more comfortable around dead bodies than real people.
“How was the body discovered?” Spencer asked.
Hotch had that dark look in his eyes, the one he got when an UNSUB scared him. You hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since Haley died.
“The body was left on an empty police vehicle parked outside a station in Brooklyn. There was a note attached to it.”
Penelope clicked a button on her laptop and the slide changed to a screwed-up piece of paper nailed to the shoulder of the body.
Hotch read it aloud, “You have three days before I kill another. Happy hunting, the Butcher.”
He stood up from his seat, “Selene Harker was reported missing twelve hours ago. We leave for New York now - wheels up in twenty. Penelope, you’re coming with us.”
She smiled nervously, you gave her a discreet thumbs up.
Everyone stood up from the round table and headed towards the door, you had grabbed the handle when Hotch stopped you.
“L/N, you need to stay here.”
You froze, confused.
He continued, “Reid has not been cleared to fly by his doctors yet and I need you to go through the old Mitch Lewis interrogation clips, find out whether he told any lies. Stay in touch.”
With that he left the room, leaving you there with Spencer before you had a second to protest.
You weren’t really sure how you did it, it’s an ability you’ve had since you were a kid. It’s how you were flagged by the FBI. You could tell when people lied. Everyone has a tell and, like the lie-detecter you are, you knew how to spot it.
When you and Reid had first met, three years ago, he had told you all the statistics about lies: “Did you know,” he had said, “10% of all lies can be defined as exaggerations, though 60% of all lies are considered to be deceptive.”
You remembered how you had nodded, anxious as it was your first day.
“Of all liars, 70% of them claim to be willing to do it again. Every week, Americans tell 11 lies. In a study of 11,366 lies told by 632 people over 91 days, 75% of them lied between 0 or 2 times per day.”
“You know a lot,” You had laughed.
Reid seemed kind. You liked kind people; you dealt with a lot of horrible people growing up.
“I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187.”
That was the first time you and Spencer had ever spoken and it was the last time you ever spoke like friends.
You spun on your heels to face Spencer.
“You leave me alone and I’ll leave you be. Understood?”
“Understood,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes.
“God, you are so infuriating.”
“I hate you,” he retorted.
You noticed the way his jaw tensed.
You grinned, “Lie.”
Spencer groaned and left the room. Through the window, you saw him take a seat at his desk.
Laughing, you walked into Penelope’s office and pulled up the police footage.
You were three hours into the Mitch Lewis footage and he had told three lies.
The first was that he did not know what happened to the other victims. Although, this could mean he had read about the case online.
The second was more interesting. Lewis said he was at the pub when his wife disappeared. Even though there was security camera footage to confirm this, he was lying,
The third made your head spin. He said he didn’t kill her. True. He said he didn’t know where she was. Lie.
You paused the interrogation and contacted Hotch to tell him what you had found. He replied telling you to take a break as they searched for Mitch Lewis.
In an attempt to distract yourself, you reached for your phone and messaged Sherlock.
NapoleonOfCrime: Hi.
He replied almost immediately.
SherlockHolmes1887: Hey.
NapoleonOfCrime: So you read ‘The Valley of Fear’ in one night just to try and prove me wrong?
SherlockHolmes1887: If that’s how you want to interpret it :)
NapoleonOfCrime: And?
SherlockHolmes1887: And…they are very much in love. It’s almost blindingly obvious.
NapoleonOfCrime: “It has been an intellectual treat for me to see the manner in which you have grappled with this case.” The definition of enemies to lovers.
SherlockHolmes1887: Enemies to lovers?
You don’t think you ever smiled as much as when you did with him.
NapoleonOfCrime: It’s better you don’t ask, or else I’ll be sending you links to Moriaty x Sherlock fan fiction.
SherlockHolmes1887: What are you doing right now?
Your fingers danced along the tiny keyboard on the phone screen.
NapoleonOfCrime: Work. You?
SherlockHolmes1887: Work.
NapoleonOfCrime: How is it?
It made you nervous that he didn’t reply instantly.
NapoleonOfCrime: Don’t worry, this isn’t me trying to figure out what you do or who you are. I like the mystery.
SherlockHolmes1887: Horrible. But it’s not really work that’s the problem. There’s a girl.
It hurt a little to know there was a girl, of course it did, but you didn’t mind. What you cared about was how he seemed distressed.
NapoleonOfCrime: If you want to share, I’m a good listener.
He typed for what seemed like an eternity.
SherlockHolmes1887: We, her and I, have worked together for years. She’s smart and funny and beautiful. So beautiful. But she hates me. I messed up when we first met, I was so nervous around her that I just ignored her. Whenever she tried to speak to me, I would walk away or just act like she wasn’t there. And, now, I am finally more confident, she can’t even be near me without glaring in my direction at least once.
You yearned for someone to talk about you that way. No one had ever told you that you were beautiful. You didn’t need someone to tell you because you didn’t believe it, it’s just that sometimes, on the inevitable bad days, you want to feel wanted.
NapoleonOfCrime: I’m sure if you explain it to her, she will understand - you said she’s smart. I can see why you like her.
SherlockHolmes1887: Yeah, I fell hard.
I fell hard.
You recalled what Hotch had said, “Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head.”
You recalled how the cut was messy and hesitant whilst the rest were neat.
You recalled how it was done postmortem whilst the rest were the cause of death.
You ran out of Penelope’s office, straight to Dr Spencer Reid.
“Spence,” you shouted.
You were both alone in the room.
Spencer looked up from his phone. It was strange, to see him on a phone. You had always thought he was the type of person to hate technology. Instead, he seemed thoroughly invested in whatever was on his screen.
“Who are you messaging?” You asked, acting causal.
“No one,” he said.
Lie.
“A girl?”
“No.”
Lie.
Spencer’s face had gone bright red. It was cute; it made you smile.
Why did it make you smile?
You decided to change the topic before your face went red.
“Do you have the coroner’s report?” You questioned.
He dug through the many files covering his desk and held it up for you to see.
Blunt force to the frontal lobe, that confirmed your suspicions.
You stared into Spencer’s brown eyes.
“I know what happened to Sharon Lewis.”
You explained how it must have happened. Sharon was reported missing by her friend at 19:37. She was supposed to be meeting her a 18:00. Mitch Lewis was at a bar from 17:30-20:01, this was confirmed by camera footage. This means that Lewis can’t have kidnapped his wife. Or, perhaps, she never went missing. She tripped getting ready to see her friend and fell down the staircase. She would have died upon impact.
Spencer nodded in agreement with your theory.
“When Lewis got home and saw his wife’s body sprawled out at the base of the stairs, he saw an opportunity…”
“He dragged her downstairs to the basement, explaining the deep scratches on her back noted in the coroner’s report.” You said, “Lewis worked in construction, he had a table and tools down there, he said so in one of his interrogations. He placed her on that table and cut her. He butchered her. And then did the same to others to try and recreate the high of killing his wife.”
“We need to call Hotch.”
Four hours later and Mitch Lewis had confessed and was in police custody.
Derek and Emily had found Selene Harker chained to the very same table Lewis had carved his wife like a cold slab of meat.
The team was on their way back from Quantico.
You found Spencer sitting on a bench outside the FBI building. Spinning the silver ring your grandmother gave you around your index finger, you sat down next to him.
You both stared forward, at the road.
You were glad that you weren’t the only one who was affected by cases like this. You were glad that you weren’t the only one overwhelmed by empathy. Your mother once told you that empathy without boundaries was self-destruction but you were just glad that after so much time in this field, you still felt something.
Spencer eventually broke the silence.
“It scares me, Y/N, how easy a life can end.”
Spencer clutched his cane so tightly that his knuckles went white.
Gently, you eased one of his hands off it and held it in yours.
You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. It was deafening.
“You know, when I was a kid, I was always tripping over things. I walked into doors, tables, you name it. My mum would call me ‘Crash.’”
He laughed dryly whilst your world began to crumble around you.
You dropped Spencer’s hand.
“Sh-she called you what?”
Spencer turned to look at you, confusion and worry were etched across his face, “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
It’s not that you were upset, in fact, you felt almost the opposite of that.
Your voice was steadier than you expected when you spoke.
“He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson.”
“Y/N?”
“He is the organiser of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city.”
“It can’t be.”
Spencer held his face in his hands.
“Disappointed, Sherlock Holmes 1887?”
You said it mockingly but you were terrified of what Spencer would say.
“No, Napoleon of Crime. Not even a little bit.”
True.
“You told me to explain how I felt to that girl so here goes. The first thing I noticed about you was your smile. I saw it from the other side of the room. And, Y/N, it was contagious. Just looking at you made me smile. You are so beautiful and so intelligent and I have wanted to tell you how desperately I liked you since the day we met.”
He cradled your cheek with one hand.
“And now I know that this whole time, as well as being the person I can see myself falling in love with, you are my best friend, my favourite, my person.”
“I hate you, Spence,” you say just before you kiss him.
Smiling against your lips, you hear him whisper, “Lie.”
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I saw you asked for spencer ideas so i was thinking… what about something about the team finding out reader(spencer’s wife) is pregnant?
Loooove your work btw
YES. love this idea so much
"Emily, you in?" Derek asked with a grin as he turned to her.
"Definitely" she sighed, getting up from her desk "I really need a drink after today"
"JJ?"
She glanced at the watch on her wrist "Just for a drink, Will's waiting for me at home"
"alright the-"
"wait!" Peneole rushed through the doors "I'm here!" she seemed awfully out of breath for someone who'd taken the elevator "Don't leave without me"
Derek chuckled "Wouldn't dream of it baby girl" he shook his head, "I was just getting the crew together, there's only one member missing..." he said, cocking his eyebrows at Spencer, who raised his head.
"I'm sorry I can't today"
"oh c'mon pretty boy, you never can"
"seriously Spence, you should come" JJ chirped in.
Spencer looked between them and smiled a bit, he knew they were right, he always said no, but today he actually had a reason, and not just the same old "I wanna get home to y/n because I've missed her the whole day", no, today she was actually meeting him here, even though he had tried to convince her to let him pick her up after work, she had insisted this made much more sense since the restaurant was closer to his work, and as always, he had agreed with her.
"I really can't today, I'll come next time"
"you said that last time" Emily playfully pointed out
"well I mean it this time"
"I'm sure y/n will understand if you come home late just this once"
He snorted, it wasn't her that wanted him to come home, it was him, leaving the house in the morning had become more and more painful from the moment they started living together, and now.. well now it felt almost impossible, the moment he closed the door behind him he would now always find himself wondering when he'll get to come back.
Penelope elbowed Derek as she shoot him a look
"Hey, wha-"
"if he wants to go home to his lovely lady you should let him," she told him, and turned to him now "Don't listen to them Spencer, you're incredibly precious"
He smiled, a faint blush tainting his cheeks "thank you,"
"alright" Derek gave up, "but you're gonna have to let me buy you a drink at one point"
"I will" he promised, getting up and starting towards the elevator with the others.
He couldn't wait to get to the parking lot and finally see her, and as the elevator's doors opened, he wondered if she'd put on the dress he'd gifted her just the other week.
"oh, hello" He heard Derek say, he sounded...confused,
Spencer frowned before he heard another voice respond.
"hi"
not just any voice,
his eyes shot up
"Hi baby" she smiled at him,
"Hi Y/n!" Penelope squeaked, immidately going in for a hug.
"sorry to intrude like this"
"no, not at all" Emily reassured her with a smile
"we were just talking about you" JJ joined
y/n laughed softly "Were you?" she asked "I'm kind of scared now"
"oh don't worry, only good things" She promised
Spencer smiled as she walked to him and kissed his cheek
"Hi" He said
"hi" she responded, taking his hand in hers
"so we were going to get a drink" Derek spoke, "wanna come with us? It's been a while since we hanged"
Y/n smiled with that smile that made Spencer's insides twist.
"well I can't drink, but you're right, I haven't seen you in too long" She nodded "We can eat out another time?" she asked, her eyes finding Spencer's, but there was something in his she didn't understand, it looked like... stunner?
He opened his mouth to say something but he was quickly cut off by Emily
"what do you mean you can't drink?"
"well you know" she trailed off placing a gentle hand on her stomach "given my situation, I think it's best if I don't"
It was as if time stilled before Penelope's voice cut right through it like a knife.
"oh my god! are you..."
and just then, Y/n realized, her eyes widening
"Oh wow" Emily grinned
"Are you serious?" JJ smiled wide, as Derek just smirked, clearly happy for them.
Y/n glanced at Spencer again, and even though she looked at him with worry, all of his disappeared, as his lips twitched into a smile and he nodded to his friends.
"we're having a baby" he confirmed, making all types of smiles and laughs erupt from the people in front of them
Everyone rushed to y/n to congratulate her, hugging and kissing her, and Spencer chuckled a bit as he felt left out,
it was his baby too after all,
"Why is nobody congratulating me?" he asked
"Oh, you're not getting any hugs" Penelope spoke accusingly "How dare you not tell us something so amazing?"
"Yeah Spencer why didn't you tell us?" JJ joined
"I was going to"
"When?"
"at the right moment"
"and when was that gonna be, eight months from now, when this little bundle of joy will have been born already?" Penelope asked
"Alright, I'm sorry" he gave up "You're right, I should have told you"
"damn right you should have," Penelope said " I'm already behind on the gifts now because of you"
Spencer laughed softly at that, followed by everyone else
"Lucky for you, you have the whole night to tell us what we've missed"Penelope stated before taking y/n arm in arm and dragging her to the elevator.
"Get ready" Emily chuckled, patting his back and following the two women
"Congratulations man," Derek said "and good luck" He nodded to the very mad woman staring at him from the elevator as he too walked to her.
Only JJ was left by his side
"I'm really happy for you Spence" she almost murmured "You'll be a great dad" She smiled, hugging him tightly, and he couldn't help but smile like an idiot.
I really hope so, he thought, hugging her back
"Hey!" Penelope yelled "No hugging! He's a traitor!"
#I hate how this turned out but maybe you won't#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid criminal minds#dr spencer reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#bau#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds#penelope garcia#derek morgan#emily prentiss#jennifer jereau
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Better than The Notebook
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader
Wc: 2570
Summary: the tension builds until it breaks
A/n: guess who finally got into the Criminal Minds fandom and got obsessed with Emily Prentiss?Unestablished relationships really aren't one of my strengths but I'm hoping to change that,enjoy! :))
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"Are you okay with this?" Hotch queried from the entrance of the changing room. It was a club mission. All you had to do was walk in there, lure the Unsub out and book it before he could smash your head in. No pressure.
"Whatever it takes to catch this sicko." You swung open the locker and the sight immediately made you regret your words. It was a low-cut, high-hem dress. The last time you wore anything this revealing was never. Your unamusement was furthered when your eyes landed on the dramatic curve of the waistline. The whole thing was a stark contrast to your daily FBI wear. "Whoever chose this is such a misogynist. This is literally a corset in itself." You lament, pulling the dress out from the locker to share your misery. You knew he didn't pick your poison.
His lips flattened into a thin strip, a frown cutting between his brows, equally displeased with the ostentatious outfit. "It was Emily's pick. I'll get JJ to switch it out." He turned, heading for the door. Your heart leapt at the mention of her name. Did he say it right? You're holding what Emily likes in your hands. It would be a ruined chance if you didn't take it.
"Wait wait, Hotch, I think I'll keep it." His hand left the door handle as he pivoted to face you, expecting an elaboration.
"It's unnecessary to bother anyone." You winced at your lousy lie. The questioning look on his face was made apparent by his frown digging deeper.
"You're not bothering anyone." He reassured.
"Yeah I know but Emily has a great sense in fashion, there's a high probability that the Unsub would like it."
He sent you that sideways interrogative glare and quirked his brow at the way you pulled the dress into your midriff, like it suddenly meant a lot to you. Adding to the fact that your mind changed after he mentioned Emily, it didn't take a cupid to put two and two together.
The pinch between his brows released, mirth filling his irises. "Alright, but if-"
"-I'm uncomfortable I will switch the dress out. I swear!" The corners of his lips rose for just a second and you would've missed it if you had blinked.
"Oh and could you get JJ in here please? I have a feeling I'm going to need her help getting into this." You turned the outfit backward to expose the tucked-in zipper that ran too low from your shoulder blades. You weren't in the mood to sprain something.
Another nod and he was out the door. You stripped as quickly as possible, getting into the skin-tight dress with slight difficulty, hating the way you wanted to impress Emily by putting yourself through this torture.
The door to the room clicked open as you secured the dress on your body. You hadn't bothered to check who it was because it must've been JJ.
You knew you were wrong when you heard the diction you've learnt to memorise. "Oh I knew I picked the right dress! You look absolutely de-lish in this."
It wasn't JJ, it was Emily. The shriek that escaped you as you startled and stumbled didn't help your balance as you slammed sideways into the locker, the reverberation clanging throughout the room.
"Are you okay?" But she was laughing that free, untamed laughter that made you swoon and grin on the grimy floor, forgetting about the possible bruise.
"Where's JJ!" You tugged up the sleeves that fell off your shoulders, careful not to fray the fabric as Emily approached in quick strides, laughter still bubbling up the length of her throat.
"What? We're basically the same person." She stretched out a hand that you took without a second's break. You couldn't latch on to what she said when her palm pillowed yours with a warmth that made your heart race a little as she hauled you up, the muscles in her arm tensing.
You were lucky the locker behind you served as a reliable pillar for your knees were almost limp when her scent encased you whole, your eyes instinctively flitting close for a beat too long, snatching that whiff of her that caused your fingertips to jitter.
Your breathing shallowed out the moment you opened your eyes. And what you saw couldn't help quell the heat that blotched up your cheeks. She was just a breadth away from you, the curled ends of her hair tickling your cheek, but you could only focus on how the shadow cast from the lights above made it so her lips were deeper in red. It was utterly tempting.
You were closing the space, your gaze fixated, hypnotized. Your movement was so slow it was hardly perceptible, the murky hesitance within your irises morphing into something more intimate. Your lips parted as she damped hers, she was unable to move with the intensity and tenderness simultaneously existing in your gaze.
You were just a desperate breath away when she must've tightened her grip too much on your hand in turn for losing her ability to breathe. Just like that, the reverie shattered into splintering pieces. You backtracked, eyes wide, the fervour dissipating in a stunned blink. Her eyes that flicked up to yours averted themselves to the ground in a sadness you couldn't place once you released your grip on her hand, your hand falling limp to your side.
It took a ladened moment during which you swallowed a knot in your throat and her heart dropped so far below. Both of you contemplating whether to out the elephant in the room but at the same time too scared to address it because it was just too bold a move from amicability.
"Let me just- get something." You managed; she pulled her body away from yours like it was ladened. You rationalised it to be the jet lag, definitely not the hesitance of leaving you. That was your mind playing games.
Your feet were fast to the locker from where you pulled the dress, and once you were obscured from her view by the metal door, you released the breath that had you in a chokehold, your mind replaying the closeness again, again, again, your senses fetching her scent up, her laughter, the glee in her eyes when she laughed and the way she parted from you as if she'd been in a daze like you were.
"Hey, you okay?" You whipped around at her voice to see her eyeing your shoulder which took the brunt of your fall.
"Yea- yeah. Honestly I would be better if you didn't choose this dress." You were glad for the smile that split her lips at your sarcasm, ignorance lifting the tension immediately.
"You love my fashion taste." She squinted her eyes at you. A taut smile was your response, but the quietness brought out a strain in the atmosphere. It was awkward enough for you to readjust your stance, swallowing.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." You forced out, whirling back to the locker to search for the accessories you already knew weren't there. It was you buying time to escape her gaze. It held some kind of encompassing gaiety, some glee in them despite everything they'd seen in this brutal line of work. It was one of the things that took upon your heartstrings and you didn't need any more of that right now. Especially in this locker room, alone with her, after that closeness. She cleared her throat.
"Let me help you with your zip." Oh yeah, you had completely forgotten about that.
She approached from behind as you shuffled on their feet, trying to quell your heart racing in your chest. The fact that you were starting to sweat in the suffocating dress didn't help your case. You really needed to stay calm before-
Her fingers clasped around your waist and she caught the half-shudder that you tried to suppress, but what was hope now that you were already questioning your friendship?
The swoop of the zip signalled your completed outfit. Yet she lingered, her hand splayed on the lower part of your back, another ghosting over the hair on your neck.
You turned back this time, adamantly dismissing another shiver that ran up your spine. And she thought you might just pounce and grab her into a god-fearing kiss like the one in The Notebook. The rain would be her happy tears as long as you were the one holding her.
But instead your gaze glazed with a kind of regret that she ignored; the tension didn't need any more adding. So just like that, you stepped out of her grasp muttering a thanks and slid on your previously haphazardly placed heels.
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In less than a moment you were striding into the raucous club with a façade of coolness and all confidence with your head angled high while Emily returned to the SUV outside. She wished the floor would give way with each step she took. Mind thinking about the next conversation between the two of you, or the lack of it and she felt a simmering fury that licked her heart, searing her bones. She wanted to linger in it for ruining a chance like that, to let it blaze away the hollow in her chest.
The team noticed her lack of flirtatious jokes, the internal ruckus that was just threatening to boil over every moment even though she kept a smile on her face. They certainly noticed how she seemed to sink into a reverie whenever you appeared on screen, toying with the Unsub. They concluded it to be the jealousy kicking in, spurring on suggestive glances among themselves.
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The mission was a knock-out success. He took your bait and almost smashed you with a brick before the team ambushed him.
Emily watched you at the corner of her eye, standing a suitable distance away from the writhing Unsub, arms around your midriff in that damn dress that hugged your figure. A gust of wind blew towards you, billowing your hair as the neon club lights decorated your complexion like everything in the world was pointing Emily to you in that ethereal glow. She ducked her eyes when you glanced over. She missed the way your gaze lingered on her until she slipped back into the SUV.
It was only then that you noticed Hotch beside you. He gave you a sorrowful look, but perhaps you misinterpreted it with your woeful heart because that man was supposedly incapable of any emotions aside from that frown.
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What were the odds of the jet needing a monthly inspection the day you got into this push-and-pull dynamic with Emily? Because not only do you and your team have to take a commercial flight, but that said flight was crammed with vacationers, leaving limited space for the team and your duffel bags.
"Oh my god what are the chances of people flying to Virginia at 4 in the goddamn morning?" You grumble, but before Reid could even sneak in a statistic, you whipped over to him. "That was a rhetorical question staticReid." It garnered the team's sympathetic laughter as Reid pulled his lips in annoyance.
And when you were left with Emily in a two-row seat, you knew this wasn't only your bad luck at play. It was Morgan's turn to play matchmaker and the way he shimmied his brows suggestively made you want to shove two middle fingers in his face. He was lucky you were too emotionally exhausted to do that. Instead you rolled your eyes and slumped in your seat, body burning with an emotion you couldn't place.
Emily dozed before the flight took off, an easy task when darkness enclosed most of the plane, save for the dim lights that provided little visibility. You couldn't complain as it rescued you from any tension.
You could still feel the phantom tickle when the ends of her hair brushed your skin. You dug the hilt of your palms against your eyes in hopes of pushing down the memory. You should've just yanked her in then instead of taking the fool's way out.
It was thirty minutes into the flight, your eyelids were ladened, but the middle-aged man snoring behind you was a lull to sleep, and the toddler shrieking every two minutes in front of you was a hindrance to slumber.
The moment you let your lids shut, a heavy weight fell upon your shoulder and you slapped a hand over your mouth in time to stifle a yelp. The warmth that encompassed your body once you felt the fluff of Emily's hair against your neck where your collar ended made slumber slip away from your grip instantly. Her touch had been everything you craved ever since the locker room.
You were robbed of air when she snuggled further into you, perhaps for your exuding warmth because the little air conditioner that blew above you was freezing the consciousness off of you, but now you were more awake than ever with 3 hours left of the flight.
The tenderness of it all brought out a sudden intrusive urge in you to just push her hair from her face. And perhaps it was the afterglow from the over the top exhaustion that made your mind a fuzz for consequences, or your bleary gaze that seemed to affect your memory, but Courage peered up in your chest and made it impossible to wave away the impulse that pushed your arm out of your space and into hers.
With a gentle finger, you tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear, unveiling, too intimate. But you didn't allow yourself to think about it when the pad of your finger grazed the smooth of her cheek until you were a lump in your seat. Heart wild as a smile stretched across your lips involuntarily, you couldn't calm it down if you wanted.
Your gaze was soft as it traced her features, and you let your mind wander, her cheek smushed on your shoulder, tender, domestic, all but delusional. You smiled nevertheless, exhaustion clogging up your coherence.
And that smile must've been the key to your manifestation, to your yearning, because she roused awake, lifting her head off your shoulder, her hair tickling your collarbone. Through the drowsy haze of her eyes, she looked up at you past her lashes, and again, so, so close.
And you knew better than to forsake it this time. You surged over the armrest without warning, unbuckling the strain of the seatbelt with dexterity, and captured her lips softly, your fingers holding her chin before it slid to her jaw, tentatively.
When she kissed you back with equal ardour, hands flying to your cheek, body slumping towards you. The white that burst behind your lids was immediate, fervent, and made you cross the armrest in a blur, pulling yourself into her lap.
She tugged you impossibly closer to her, famished for more, deprived of too much. There was no amount of greed that would satiate her now that she'd tasted.
And when you parted, lungs heaving for air, you were all smiles and flushes on cheeks within the dark of the airplane, only a glow of yellow light pouring from the miniature bulb above the both of you.
It was far better than The Notebook.
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Surprise - J. J.
Gif is by @sapphicprentiss
A/N: starting my Valentine's Day blurbs off strong with my favourite MILF
Summary: JJ surprising you by coming home for Valentine's Day
Content/Warnings: jennifer jareau x gen!neutral reader, fluff, a bit of loneliness, some angst if you squint and tilt your head to one side
Word count: 357 (give or take a few)
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you missed your girlfriend. she had been away on a case for over a week now and when she had told you that she wouldn't be able to make it home for Valentine's this year, a little piece of your heart broke.
you were planning on getting drunk and spending the night watching trashy reality TV to try and forget about the empty space next to you that would usually be filled by her.
you loved the fact that jennifer was committed to her job, you really did, she was amazing at what she did and she helped so many people. it just felt like sometimes you were alone all over again, festering a secret crush on her and daydreaming about what it would be like if she actually liked you back.
well, it turns out she did like you back. she liked you back enough to drive to your house in the rain one random evening with your favourite film on dvd in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. you didn't even have a dvd player, but you had never been more grateful. you pulled her into your apartment and kissed her until the both of you could barely breathe that night.
you sighed as you unlocked the door to your now shared apartment, reminiscing about grand date nights and quiet days spent together.
you weren't expecting to walk in to find candles set up all over the place, soft music coming from the kitchen and rose petals of different colours scattered all over the place.
dropping your jacket and taking off your shoes by the door, you walked further into your home. soon enough, you were greeted by jj in a suit looking at you with a smile on her face and something covered in wrapping paper in her hand.
you swore that your jaw almost hit the floor.
clearly being able to sense how stunned you were, she walked over to you, putting the present somewhere behind her.
she wrapped her arms around your neck before saying "happy Valentine's Day, baby."
next thing you knew she was kissing you.
best Valentine's day ever.
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IM ASSUMING PEOPLE LIKED MY LAST POST OMG YAY! Thank u all very much 🫶 I’m willing to write more and even start taking requests so if people want that just lmk! (i’ll even do stuff for different shows 👀)
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