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Season 2 Spencer Reid my beloved

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First date with early seasons!JJ? 🫶🫶

First date with Jennifer Jareau⊹ ࣪ ˖

Media liaison/early seasons Jennifer Jareau x bau f!reader

Warnings: A bit of internalized homophobia from jj, creepy guy asks out jj, One kiss not explained in detail.

A/n I got my Star Trek knowledge from Google so if it's incorrect, whoops!

When she finally came to the conclusion she was going to ask you out, her idea of a first date was taking you to her favorite football game. So after most people left the bureau, she sat at her desk and started calling places, hoping to get tickets.

"Sorry for leaving you on hold there." The muffled voice spoke off the phone. "How can I assist you?"

JJ scoffed before mumbling out, "It's only been the 10th time tonight." Before repeating the same speech she's said all night, "Yes I would like to know if you have any Washington Redskins football game tickets left?"

Right then Derek opened the door with an obvious smirk on his face, "You're taking her to a football game she barely knows about on your first date?" Now JJ would never ask Morgan for dating advice because he seems to have a new girl every week, but she was desperate and probably not getting those tickets.

After talking about you and what you like (profiling what you like), they decided that berry picking seemed like a good idea.

Asking you was the second step. JJ thought she wouldn't be nervous because with her job she had lots of experience talking to people, but when you smiled at her walking towards you she started to worry what if you say no, what if you don't like girls, what if this was all wrong? what if you just don't like her?

When she got to you, you were sitting with Spencer listening to him explain how Star Trek was mostly scientifically correct.

"For example, antimatter reactors and warp drive, while not yet fully realized, have a basis in theoretical physics." Spencer spoke, moving his hands along to demonstrate.

"Mhm." You nodded along turning around to find an escape route until you saw jj.

"jj! Come over here!" You motioned her over watching Derek pull Spencer over behind the door to jj's office. "Derek- no I wasn't done talking!"

"Now is not the time, Reid!" He shut the door and opened the blinds.

"What's all that about?" You spoke sitting on your nearby desk smiling at her.

"Not sure," she smiled back before it faltered, then faded. "So I came to ask you something."

"Are you okay? What is it?" You worried, did you do something?

She let out a dry chuckle then averted her gaze to the office door where Morgan, Reid, Elle and Garcia were huddled up stairing right at you. "No, no, you didn't do anything. I was wondering if you would go out with me?" She looked back up at you.

You smiled at her, "Like a date?"

She nodded "Yes. Unless you don't want it to be."

You shook your head "No I want it to be."

That's how you both ended up on your hands and knees with baskets in hand, picking blueberries and strawberries.

"Here." You wiped your red stained hands on your already stained shirt and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and pulled back her ponytail.

"Thanks." She smiled and popped a blueberry in your mouth.

After you filled your baskets, you sat at a picnic table together to talk and eat some berries.

"Do you think Hotch knows we're here?" You asked jokingly, taking a bite out of your strawberry.

"I think everyone knows Garcia probably told them before I even asked." She laughed.

"Hey," a guy in his 30s approached your table with a smirk too confident.

"Blondie, what's your name? My phone needs it for your number." He said, his much younger friend Howelled from across the field.

"I think your phone will be okay without it." You gave him a sarcastic smile, and he scoffed before walking away.

She thanked you and leaned in for a kiss, which you happily returned.

You left the field with four baskets of berries and jj as your girlfriend, prepared for the endless teasing from Morgan and hugs from Garcia.

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Beach Day

summary: A perfect day spent at the beach with Emily and your daughter, Rowan.  

word count: 2.4k

tags: fluff, momily, fem!reader                  

warnings: slight baby talk at the end

The soft hush of the ocean is the first thing you register as you wake up. The second is the smell of coffee and something vaguely sweet sizzling in the kitchen.

You stretch your warm limbs under the linen sheets and glance at the empty space beside you. It’s still dented from where Emily slept, but it's cool now. She’s always the first one up on vacation, which is a miracle considering how many alarms it usually takes to wake her on workdays.

You pad barefoot across the wood floors of the beach house, the sun pouring golden light through sheer white curtains. When you reach the kitchen, the sight stops you cold in that soft kind of way that makes your chest ache.

Emily’s at the stove, hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, wearing one of your oversized sleep shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. Rowan sits cross-legged on the counter next to her in strawberry-print pajamas, clutching a wooden spoon. There’s a smear of flour on her cheek and a proud look on her face as she stirs a bowl with a dramatic, messy flair.

Emily glances over her shoulder, and her whole face lights up. “Morning, beautiful.”

Rowan gasps, spotting you. “Mommy! I’m cooking. With Mama!”

“Oh, are you?” you say, walking over to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Lucky Mama.”

Emily smirks, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. “She’s the sous-chef. And the official taste tester. We’re working on our presentation skills.”

“I tasted the chocolate chips,” Rowan reports seriously. “To make sure they weren’t poisoned.”

You blink. “And?”

“Still good,” she confirms, and Emily nearly drops the spatula from laughing.

You slide behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder. “You’re not allowed to look this good before I’ve had coffee.”

Emily shakes her head with a smirk.

“I want coffee!” Rowan interrupts. “But with marshmallows.”

You and Emily share a look, the kind full of silent communication you’ve perfected by now, before Emily says, “How about some apple juice with breakfast, and marshmallows later after the beach?”

Rowan scrunches up her face in thought. “I get to wear my crab hat to the beach?”

Emily nods solemnly. “Crab hat is mandatory.”

You pour coffee while Emily plates the pancakes, which are uneven and slightly too brown in places, but Rowan is clapping like you’re at a five-star brunch. The three of you sit at the little kitchen table, sunlight streaking across the floor, legs bumping under the table, syrup dripping off chins.

It's messy and slow and perfect.

Halfway through her second pancake, Rowan looks up with her mouth full and asks, “Is it beach time now?”

Emily snorts into her coffee. You lean back in your chair, smiling as Rowan squirms with anticipation.

“Alright, baby,” you say, ruffling her hair. “Let’s get your crab hat.”

-

You fully underestimated how much stuff it takes to entertain a three-year-old at the beach until this morning, but here you are, surrounded by towels, snacks, water bottles, Rowan’s beach toys, and a bottle of sunscreen she keeps trying to hide under the couch. 

“Do we need this many snacks?” Emily asks, peering into the beach bag as you shove another granola bar inside.

“We have a toddler. We need five snacks for every ten minutes she’s awake.”

“I can’t argue with that logic,” she admits, kneeling to fasten Rowan’s sandals.

Rowan is buzzing with way too much energy, arms flailing as she talks at full speed about how she’s going to build the biggest castle ever and maybe find a jellyfish and also bury Emily in sand. You’re not sure in what order, but you nod anyway.

“Arms up,” you say, holding the sunscreen. 

Rowan groans. “I already did it!”

“You did only one arm,” you point out. 

Emily chuckles from where she’s zipping up the beach tote. “Maybe she just wants a little extra vitamin D on one side.”

You give her a look, and she grins, no help at all. Eventually, with the promise of rainbow popsicles later, Rowan lets you cover her in sunscreen, complete with dramatic sighs and wiggling that would make an eel proud.

By the time you make it outside, the sun is warm, and the breeze off the water smells like salt and summer. The beach is only a short walk from the house, and Rowan immediately takes off down the path, plastic pail swinging wildly, yelling something about crabs and pirates.

“She gets that energy from you,” Emily murmurs beside you, slipping her fingers through yours.

“Please. I’m exhausted just watching her.”

She leans into your ear. “You’re so beautiful right now.”

You glance sideways at her in her black swimsuit and sunglasses, messy bangs and smirking lips, and roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me for it,” she says, lifting your joined hands and kissing the back of yours.

You reach the sand just in time to stop Rowan from throwing herself headfirst into the surf. Instead, you help her set up a towel and umbrella while Emily stakes out a shady spot for your bags. The moment her bucket hits the sand, Rowan is off and running, digging wildly and narrating every second of it.

You lie back on the towel, one eye on Rowan, one arm stretched lazily behind your head. Emily settles beside you, close enough that your thighs touch, and she exhales like she hasn’t done that in weeks.

“She’s so happy,” she says softly.

You nod. “She doesn’t even miss screens. Just needs a bucket and some wet sand.”

“And a crab hunt,” Emily adds. “She told me she’s going to bring one home for Sergio.”

“Absolutely not.”

Emily laughs and tilts her head toward you, voice lower now. “You’re happy too.”

You glance at her. “I am.”

And you are. It’s in your bones, wrapped around you like a blanket. The way Emily looks at you like you’re the sun and the tide and everything in between.

Rowan runs over a moment later, beaming, cheeks flushed, and proudly shows you a shell that’s half-broken, but totally perfect in her eyes. She plops down in your lap, warm and sandy, and you wrap your arms around her.

Emily’s gaze is soft as she watches the two of you. Rowan turns her head to Emily and raises the shell higher. “You want to see my shell, Mama?” she asks eagerly.

Emily laughs, leaning in closer. “Of course, let me see it.”

-

Two hours later, Rowan is still going strong, digging like she’s on a mission, when you and Emily exchange a glance over the rim of your sunglasses. Emily stretches, her hand brushing your thigh.

“She’s going to crash the second we get her in the bath,” she says with amusement.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you murmur, brushing sand off your knee. “She’s operating entirely on toddler adrenaline.”

Rowan runs up with a bucket full of foamy seawater and a single, very determined hermit crab. “I found a friend! Can we take him home?”

You sit up quickly. “He lives at the beach, babe. We have to leave him here at his home.”

Rowan’s lower lip trembles slightly, and you see Emily spring into action, crouching beside her.

“We can take a picture for Sergio,” Emily suggests. “And you can draw him later. That way, he stays here with his crab friends, and Sergio still gets to meet him.”

Rowan considers this very seriously before nodding and holding up the bucket like a trophy. “Okay, but I’m naming him Mr. Pinchy.”

“Of course you are,” you say, trying not to laugh.

After a few more minutes and a carefully orchestrated crab release, you start packing up your little beach camp. Everything is either damp and half-covered in sand. Emily shoulders the bag, you scoop up Rowan, who’s finally starting to get heavy-lidded, and together you start walking back up the path to the beach house.

Rowan rests her head on your shoulder, warm and sticky with sunscreen, arms tucked around your neck.

“I love the beach,” she mumbles into your skin.

You glance at Emily beside you, her hair windblown and her expression soft, eyes on both of you, memorizing the moment. 

“Me too, Ro,” you whisper. 

-

The bathroom fills with the smell of bubblegum shampoo and warm steam, and Rowan sits perched in the tub, surrounded by foam, plastic sea creatures, and a plastic cup. 

You sit on the edge of the tub, rolling your sleeves up as she demonstrates how “Sharky” is going to attack the loofah.

Emily walks in with two folded towels and pauses in the doorway, smiling at the scene. “How’s Bubble Queen doing?”

“I’m not a queen,” Rowan says, scooping up a mountain of bubbles and smearing them over her face. “I’m Papa Rossi.”

Emily loses it. She nearly drops the towels as she laughs, hand pressed to her chest.

Rowan shrugs, holding up the plastic cup. “See, he drinks lots of coffee and I’m doing his beard.”

You grin, watching Emily wipe tears from her eyes. “Do you think Papa Rossi likes bubble baths?”

Rowan narrows her eyes. “He needs one.”

Emily stifles another laugh as she crouches beside you, tucking a wet curl behind Rowan’s ear. “He might agree with that, honestly.”

-

The sun is low and the heat has become pleasant and breezy by the time you step out onto the sidewalk. Rowan is between you and Emily, holding both your hands, swinging her legs every few steps with a delighted squeal.

The boardwalk is buzzing with families in matching T-shirts, couples walking dogs, and a man playing guitar near a bus stop. The scent of fried food and ocean breeze hangs in the air and lights blink to life one by one as the sun continues to go down.

You glance sideways at Emily. She’s wearing jeans and a loose button-down over her tank top.  She has sunglasses perched on her head with one hand wrapped around Rowan’s. She catches your look and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, and it’s not even close to true. The truth is, you’ve never seen her more beautiful. You don’t think she even realizes how naturally it all comes to her, the way Rowan looks at her. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever witnessed.

You end up at a small beachside diner, the kind with string lights and picnic tables out front. Rowan insists on sitting between you both and orders mac and cheese with “bonus french fries.” Emily gets fish tacos. You get something with shrimp you barely look at because you’re too busy watching your wife help Rowan squeeze ketchup into the shape of a heart.

You laugh. “That’s not even remotely heart-shaped.”

Rowan defends it fiercely. “It’s abstract.”

Emily clinks her glass against yours. “She’s not wrong.”

Dinner is loud and sticky and filled with happy chaos. Rowan tells the waitress about Mr. Pinchy and the jellyfish castle and how Sergio is going to be very jealous that he didn’t get to come. The waitress plays along like a pro.

By the time you’re walking back to the beach house, Rowan is quiet, fingers tangled with Emily’s, yawning into her shoulder. She’s fighting sleep, but not very well.

“I like it here,” she mumbles. “Can we come back forever?”

Emily meets your eyes over Rowan’s head. “What do you think, babe? Should we just live here and build sandcastles professionally?”

You grin. “I think we’d have the best castles in Virginia.”

-

By the time you’re back inside, Rowan is half-asleep on Emily’s shoulder, fingers tangled in her mom’s shirt, breathing slow and shallow. You lift her gently, earning a sleepy grumble as you carry her down the hallway to her room. 

She’s out before you even finish tucking her in, one arm flopped across her stuffed bunny, dark hair splayed across the pillow. Emily brushes a thumb across her cheek, kissing her temple softly, afraid to wake her.

“She’s wiped,” Emily whispers as the two of you back out of the room.

“She made it longer than I thought,” you murmur, pulling the door shut until it clicks.

It’s quiet in the beach house now. The windows are cracked open, and you can hear the faint lull of waves outside. You trail into the kitchen where Emily’s already pouring two glasses of wine and flicking on the dim lamp above the couch.

She hands you yours and curls up beside you, legs brushing. You clink glasses without a word, and it’s the kind of silence that doesn’t need filling.

After a sip, Emily sighs and leans her head against your shoulder. “Today was perfect.”

“It was,” you say, resting your cheek against her hair. “Sticky and sandy and loud and exhausting but perfect.”

You both sit there for a while, wine glasses in hand, just listening to the waves and the creak of the old beach house settling in for the night.

Then Emily shifts slightly, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. Her voice is quiet, careful. “Do you ever think about doing it again?”

You blink. “Doing what again?”

Her eyes meet yours, steady now. “All of this. Another baby.”

You stare at her for a second, heart catching a little. “You’re serious?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” Her thumb slides across the back of your hand. “Rowan’s getting so big. I just… I don’t know. I miss the little moments. The firsts. The tiny socks. The way she used to sleep on our chests like it was the safest place in the world.”

Your chest tightens, not in fear, but something warmer. Something like the thought that maybe this life has more chapters you haven’t even imagined yet.

You lean into her, forehead pressed to hers. “I think I could love that idea.”

Emily smiles, eyes shining. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She smiles, steady and calm. “It won’t be easy.”

You squeeze her hand. “I’m in. No matter what.”

She nods, a quiet confidence between you. “Then let’s see where it takes us.”

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Loveee!!

kook princess’ birthday smau!!!! does rafe make a post orrr does he ward off people commenting on your post or both?? maybeee he lets u make a tiktok with some cute trend and post it to both ur acc’s?

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AUTHOR TALKING -> yess, rafe for SURE posts her on her birthday (well his account is basically a fanaccount for her) and he’s ALWAYSSS in her comments telling people off, mr possessive or wtv tate mcrae said😌

WARNING -> mention of making out and slight description (not too detailed)

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yourname turning 23 with you has been the most beautiful experience, thank you rafe for making me feel this loved.

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“Rafey!” she shouts through their apartment, as she’s sat on the couch scrolling through TikTok. A cute tiktok idea popped up on her for you page that she desperately wanted to do with Rafe and since it’s her birthday how could he say no.

The door of the living room opens and Rafe appears, wearing a tight Gymshark shirt, which made Yn stare for a second before Rafe clears his throat looking at her with a smirk. “What’s up baby? Or did you call me here to stare at me? Not that I mind.” He winks at her, as she blushes.

“No, shut up.” Yn shyly says, but quickly brings her attention back to her original plan. “I found this cute TikTok idea, can we please do it?!” she kindly asks her boyfriend, giving him a slight pout to try and convince him.

“Babe.” He sighs. “do we have to?”

“You get to make out with me.” Yn smirks, as she notices his expression change immediately.

“Should’ve led with that.” He straightens up, getting ready for whatever she was about to do.

“Okay, so, lemme put my phone here real quick.” Yn excitedly gets up from the couch, placing her phone against a stack of books that were placed on the table. “So, you have to start off-camera, and then once it starts you walk into frame and bump into me.”

“Then I, like, push you away and then you grab me and make out with me.” The girl explains quickly, while looking at Rafe lovingly.

Rafe nods. “Sounds perfect, baby. Turn it on.” He smiles, pressing a kiss on her temple while she gets the TikTok set up.

Once the 3-second timer starts, Rafe gets out of the frame and waits until his cue. The music starts and Rafe walks into frame bumping into Yn, she stares at him confused and pushes him.

He takes a step forward and puts one hand on her cheek and the other on her ass, and he presses his lips on hers— Softly squeezing her ass as he makes out with her, making her let out a soft moan.

After hearing the moan, he pulls away and smirks. “Think the TikTok is done, baby.” He chuckles at her blushing face, completely in a state of shock from what just happened.

“Yeah, TikTok’s done.” She breathes out, turning around to her phone as she feels Rafe smack her ass once more making her bite her lip.

“Post it, princess. On both accounts, let everyone see you’re my girl.” Rafe whispers in her ear.

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hcs for jj when you are exhausted and don't want to do anything?

love your writing !

Jennifer Jareau when you are exhausted⊹₊ ⋆

Jennifer Jareau x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of a gun once, nudity (non sexual/bath)

A/n jj my wifeee🤍🤍 omg thank youuu for the compliment ily♡

She notices when you don't come to greet her at the door when she comes home after a case because you're always running up to her with open arms, but this time you weren't in sight.

After you don't reply when she calls your name a few times, she starts to worry thinking something happened and you were hurt or worse.

She slid her hand towards her gun, walking up the stairs to get to your room.

Once she opened the door she found you sleeping with your clothes still on and the room a mess.

"Hey," she murmured quietly, moving her hands through your hair.

"You're home." You replied to her, sounding like you haven't spoken in hours, which was true.

JJ moved the thin blanket covering your waist off the bed and gently coaxed you up from a light slumber towards the bathroom.

She gently pulled off your clothes and started a bath for you. She brushed back your hair off your neck and started to ask if you were okay and if you've been taking care of yourself.

You told her you were exhausted and haven't been able to do anything, including sleeping, which has taken a toll on your everyday life. She listened patiently, tracing shapes on your thighs and rubbing your back comfortingly.

In the bath, she scrubbed your hair and body for you so it would be much quicker and more comfortable for you.

After you finished your bath, she dried your hair, pressing kisses on your head and layed out a fresh set of pajamas for both of you.

She held you in bed, brushing your hair back, hushing your worries until you fell asleep less exhausted and more in love with jj then you have ever been.

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LOVE♡♡♡

once again thinking about dad spencer!

he's very good at giving in to anything his daughter wants, so he has to get things down to a specific routine to make sure she can't take advantage of him.

bedtime, one of his responsibilities whenever he's home, is one such routine. at 18:30 the three of you are usually finishing up the game of the day— space popstars, or digging a moat in the carpet, whatever's captured your tyke's attention today.

once the clock hits 18:45, spencer's jumping up, sweeping the toys to the side for the moment. snatching her up under the armpits, he cuddles her close, then sets her on her feet.

"come on, sweetheart, time for what?"

"teeth!" she cheers, clumsy legs navigating her across the apartment to the bathroom.

spencer chuckles, urging you down on the sofa with a kiss on the shoulder before following her.

diana's already perched on the counter, fiddling with a mini dolphin between her chubby fingers. her eyes light up when spencer walks in, mouth dropping open expectantly.

neither of you are sure why, but she's a huge fan of getting her teeth brushed, always sitting still and obedient when either of you does it. whatever it it, he's grateful, because it always goes over quickly.

once done, he scoops her up off the counter, pressing an obnoxiously loud kiss to her cheek just to see her squirm. setting her down on the tiles, they walk into her bedroom.

rifling through her drawers, he proposes multiple options for pyjamas. dinosaurs are rejected, mini FBI set (courtesy of aunt penelope) are rejected, but she finally settles on a pair emblazoned with purple stars.

once she's wriggled into her sleepclothes, he crouches down in front of her, bringing his face close to hers.

"what do you think we do now, huh, di?"

"say g'night!" excitement laces her tone despite how sleepiness slurs her words. at his nod she shoots out of the room, racing back to the living room sofa.

spencer follows at a much slower pace, smiling softly at the sight of diana on your lap, peppering wet kisses on your cheeks. soft murmurings float over from her mouth, explaining her numerous plans for the next day to you.

it takes a couple minutes, but she starts to run out of steam. recognising that, spencer walks over, lifting diana off you. cuddling her close, he whispers softly.

"going to say goodnight to sock?"

she hums a plaintive yes, arms reaching down as spencer walks across the room and crouches next to the large bernese. socrates lifts his huge head off his paws, pushing his nose into her outstretched palms.

diana grumbles out a night, sock as spencer straightens up again. her eyes are heavy-lidded, each blink a little longer than the last as they walk into her bedroom.

tucking her under her violet sheets, spencer settles on the edge of her bed. his finger plays with the unruly curls framing her face, smiling down at the drowsy face below him.

the light coming in from the hallway shifts as you walk into the room, standing between his knees as you join them. his free hand drifts to the back of your thigh immediately.

it's clear diana's fighting it, trying valiantly to keep her eyes open, but the moment you smooth your thumb over her forehead she's done for.

eyes fluttering shut, her lips part slightly, her breathing growing heavy as she drifts off. squeezing your thigh softly, spencer leans over her, kissing the top of her curly head.

you follow suit, and the both of you stand, leaning against each other as you head back to the living room to start your own nighttime routine.

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Love these!♡♡

paediatrician!rafe && singlemom!reader

introduction to paediatrician!rafe

introduction to singlemom!reader

peds!rafe checking on sm!reader after her daughter’s put in nicu

sm!reader taking her daughter for a checkup while dating peds!rafe

what he looks like

finding out singlemom!reader has no support

peds!rafe meeting rory’s bio dad when sm!reader isn’t there

6 month checkup

peds!rafe when sm!reader is sick

doing aurora’s hair

bumping into him at the store

finding out sm!reader is pregnant

– what he’s like when she’s pregnant

court case w bio dad

weaning rory off her dummy

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Just remembered I have a French project due for my final grade that I barely started🤍🤍#SendPrayers

ALSO I'm working on the requests I got slowly not forgetting!!

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LOVE THIS♡♡

I Feel Brave With You

JJ x reader Warnings: a gay in a glass closet, implied homophobia, coming out, angst? WC: 3.9k Authors Note: This one was requested by a lovely anon. It's not often I feel SUPER excited to write for a new character but JJ was in need of more stories and the JJ community here have my absolute heart. You all are amazing and you make me want to write more JJ. I hope you enjoy!

JJ was used to pressure. She had spent years delivering heart-wrenching news to families, standing strong in the face of unthinkable horrors, and working through some of their toughest cases. But this—this was different.

This was you.

You, her girlfriend of nearly a year, sitting across from her in the bullpen, flipping through a case file like it was just another day. You, the person who knew exactly how she liked her coffee, who pressed sleepy kisses to her forehead before work, who murmured soft reassurances when nightmares dragged her from sleep.

And you, the person she pretended was just a coworker.

JJ sighed, rubbing her temples as she stared at her own pile of paperwork. The team had been in the office all day, no active case for once, and it should have been easy. But instead, your anniversary made her feel like she was suffocating.

“Hey, you okay?” Your voice was quiet as you perched on the edge of her desk.

JJ blinked up at you, her heart squeezing painfully. You weren’t even touching her, yet every fiber of her being ached to reach for your hand, to find comfort in you. But she couldn’t—not here.

“Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”

You didn’t look convinced, but before you could say anything, Emily strolled past, pausing at JJ’s desk with a teasing smirk.

“You two pulling an all-nighter to finish paperwork?”

JJ’s stomach clenched. It was an innocent comment, but her mind twisted it into something worse—what if Emily suspected something? What if someone found out? What if—

“Maybe,” you answered smoothly, shooting Emily a lazy grin. “You know JJ. She’s got to dot every i and cross every t.”

Emily laughed. “Classic JJ.” Then she was gone, disappearing over to her desk.

JJ exhaled shakily. She could feel your eyes on her, full of concern, but she couldn’t deal with it right now. Instead, she flipped open her file and muttered, “We should get back to work.”

You hesitated before nodding. “Alright. But, JJ…” Your voice softened. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

JJ swallowed hard and forced another smile. “I know.”

But the truth was, she wasn’t sure if she could—not about this.

Because the more time passed, the harder it was to keep this secret. And she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend.

As she turned back to her paperwork, she tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on anything other than the ache in her chest. But it lingered, pressing down on her with every stolen glance in your direction.

Because tonight wasn’t just another night.

You and JJ had been planning this for weeks.

One year together. One year of love hidden in the quiet moments between cases and in the late-night whispers over the phone.

One year of this, and you deserved to celebrate.

The plan had been simple—dinner at a small, tucked-away restaurant, somewhere private where she didn’t have to glance over her shoulder every few minutes, where she could hold your hand without fear. It would just be you and her, without the weight of the secret.

But instead—

“Dinner at Rossi’s tonight,” Hotch had said, standing beside her desk like it was just another casual invite. “Seven o’clock.”

JJ’s stomach had dropped.

She glanced at you instinctively, but you didn’t look upset—just understanding, always understanding.

“Of course,” she had said, forcing a nod, pretending it was fine.

Now, standing in the break room with you, the guilt was suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” JJ murmured, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I know tonight was supposed to be for us.”

You leaned against the counter beside her, arms crossed, studying her face like you were memorizing every crack in her armor. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll reschedule.”

You meant it—you always meant it. You’d known what you were getting into when you fell for JJ, and you had never once resented the secrecy. You understood why she needed time, why the weight of coming out pressed heavier on her than it did on you.

But it wasn’t okay.

Not really.

JJ clenched her jaw, shaking her head. “It’s not just about dinner. It’s the fact that I can’t tell them why I’d rather be somewhere else. The fact that I have to sit at Rossi’s tonight and pretend that today is just another day.”

Your heart ached at the frustration in her voice, at the way she curled in on herself, like she was trying to make her feelings smaller. You reached out, fingers grazing her wrist—not pushing, just there.

“JJ…”

She inhaled sharply, voice barely above a whisper. “I hate that I have to pretend you’re not the most important person in my life.”

The words landed heavy between you, raw and aching.

You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself, before nodding. “I know.”

And you did. You knew how hard this was for her, how deep the fear ran. You knew that every time she hesitated, it wasn’t because she doubted you, but because she was still trying to untangle the version of herself she had been raised to be from the one she was becoming.

JJ finally looked at you, and her chest tightened at the quiet patience in your eyes. You should be mad. You should be demanding more from her, asking her why she still wasn’t ready after a year.

But you didn’t.

You just stood there, unwavering, waiting for her to take the next step.

JJ swallowed hard. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Your fingers curled gently around hers, grounding her, steady as ever. “Then don’t.”

JJ let out a shaky breath, her grip tightening slightly. She didn’t have an answer—not yet. But standing here with you, feeling the warmth of your hand in hers, she knew one thing for certain.

She didn’t want to lose this.

Even if she didn’t know how to fix it yet.

A knock at the door broke the quiet moment, and JJ instinctively pulled her hand back, straightening as Emily’s voice filtered through. “Hey, you two hiding out in there? Rossi said something about opening a bottle from ‘the good collection’ tonight.”

You shot JJ a small, knowing smile before stepping toward the door. “We’ll be right there.”

JJ exhaled, running a hand through her hair before following you out.

****

The drive to Rossi’s was quiet.

JJ sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, the glow of streetlights flickering across her face. You kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, resisting the urge to reach for her hand like you would if this were any other night.

But it wasn’t.

Tonight was supposed to be yours—just the two of you, away from the team, away from the weight of keeping a secret that was getting harder to hold. Instead, you were on your way to Rossi’s, where JJ would spend the evening pretending today didn’t mean anything.

You didn’t blame her. You never would. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

JJ exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I don’t want you to think I don’t care.”

Your grip on the wheel tightened briefly before you forced yourself to relax. “I know that.”

She finally looked at you, blue eyes searching. “Do you?”

You sighed, flicking on your turn signal. “JJ, I get it. This is… complicated. And I know how much the team means to you.”

“But you mean something to me, too,” she said, voice softer now, more vulnerable.

Your chest ached. “I know that, too.”

JJ didn’t say anything else. You weren’t sure if she was relieved or if your quiet understanding just made her feel worse.

By the time you pulled up to Rossi’s driveway, the tension between you was thick, unspoken words sitting heavy in the air.

JJ hesitated before reaching for the door handle. “Are we okay?”

You looked at her then, really looked at her—the way her fingers tapped anxiously against her knee, the way her shoulders curled inward like she was bracing for the worst.

You gave her a small smile, hoping she knew you meant it. “We’re okay.”

She nodded, exhaling slowly before stepping out of the car.

You followed her inside, the familiar scent of Italian food and expensive wine filling the air. The sound of laughter spilled from the dining room, a warm contrast to the storm still brewing in JJ’s head.

“Ah, there they are!” Rossi’s voice rang out as you and JJ stepped into the room. He lifted his glass in greeting. “We were about to send out a search party.”

JJ forced a laugh, shaking off whatever was weighing her down. “Wouldn’t want to get the BAU involved. They’re relentless.”

“You’re damn right we are.” Morgan smirked, clinking his beer against Emily’s.

You took a seat beside JJ, trying not to let your gaze linger too long. This was familiar, comfortable—being surrounded by your team, falling into the easy rhythm of jokes and banter. And yet, tonight, it felt different.

JJ was quiet.

She smiled at the right moments, nodded when the conversation called for it, but you could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself like she was waiting for something to go wrong.

At one point, Emily leaned in with a teasing grin. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, JJ. What, you got a secret lover you’re hiding from us?”

JJ froze.

Your breath hitched.

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, Prentiss, you know JJ. She doesn’t have time for that kind of drama.”

JJ’s fingers curled into her lap, her pulse suddenly thudding in her ears. You could practically feel the panic rolling off her.

Before anyone could say more, Garcia dramatically gasped, nearly spilling her wine in the process. “Oh my God! What if JJ does have a secret romance? I mean, picture it—mystery, intrigue, forbidden love!” She clutched her chest like she was in a soap opera. “JJ, please, if you’re in some whirlwind romance with a secret lover, just know I support you and will personally help orchestrate your grand reveal.”

JJ let out a strained laugh, the sound barely making it past the knot in her throat.

You stepped in smoothly, throwing on an easy grin. “You kidding? JJ’s got way too much on her plate to be dating. Poor girl barely has time to eat, let alone put up with someone else.”

Garcia pouted. “Ugh, tragic! Our sweet sunshine-faced angel deserves love.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Morgan smirked, taking a sip of his beer. “But she’d probably start scheduling date nights with color-coded sticky notes.”

JJ tried to smile, tried to play along, but the weight in her chest didn’t lift.

The conversation moved on, but she didn’t look at you.

You could feel it, though—the way her hand brushed yours under the table, a silent plea. A thank you.

An apology.

You wished she didn’t feel like she had to thank you for this.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep doing it either.

The dinner carried on like it always did—loud, filled with laughter and stories, a stark contrast to the weight pressing against JJ’s ribs.

She should have been relaxed. Should have been enjoying this. But all she could focus on was the warmth of your knee against hers under the table, the reminder of what today was supposed to be.

And what it wasn’t.

She barely touched her food, idly pushing pasta around her plate. The conversation ebbed and flowed, but Rossi noticed—and if he wasn’t concerned, he might have been offended. Occasionally, she caught your gaze—soft, patient—but the worry lingered just beneath the surface.

She hated that she was ruining this for you.

“Alright, alright,” Rossi’s voice cut through the chatter, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “We’ve been avoiding it long enough. The real reason I invited all of you here tonight?”

“Oh, here we go,” Emily murmured, sipping her wine.

Rossi ignored her. “I finally got my hands on a proper bottle of 1997 Barolo. And because I’m feeling generous, I suppose I’ll share.”

Hotch gave a rare amused glance over his glass. “That’s why we’re here?”

“You wound me, Aaron.” Rossi clutched his chest dramatically before standing to retrieve the bottle.

JJ exhaled slowly, forcing herself to relax as the conversation shifted.

But then—

“So, JJ, what’s still got you so quiet tonight?”

JJ blinked, glancing up from her untouched plate as Morgan’s voice cut through the conversation. He was grinning, casual and easy, clearly not expecting any deep revelation—just a friendly jab.

She forced a small smile. “Just tired.”

Emily smirked, tilting her head. “That’s a first. You usually run circles around us.”

“Maybe she’s finally realizing she’s human,” Morgan teased. “I was starting to think she was part machine.”

JJ let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “I am.” Everyone laughed. “Battery’s just running low.”

Morgan raised his glass. “To JJ being human.”

“To JJ being human,” Emily echoed with a grin.

The team laughed, the moment passing easily between them, but JJ still felt the tightness in her chest. The room was warm with conversation, familiar and safe, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just pretending to be part of it.

You must have noticed the way her fingers curled slightly against the table because you leaned in, brushing your knee against hers under the surface.

It was small, nothing anyone else would notice, but it was enough.

JJ inhaled slowly, her shoulders easing just a little.

“Alright, let’s not make JJ regret coming here,” you said smoothly, reaching for your wine glass. “She might decide to leave us all behind and live in the mountains.”

JJ smirked, playing along now. “Tempting.”

Morgan shook his head. “Nah, you wouldn’t last a week without a case file in your hand.”

JJ laughed—real this time. “You might be right.”

The moment moved on, the teasing fading into the background as another story took center stage. But still, the weight lingered.

And JJ couldn’t quite push it away.

Instead—

“I—I think I need some air.”

She pushed back from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the hardwood. The room stilled, eyes flicking toward her, but she didn’t wait for anyone to speak. She was already moving.

The cool night air hit her like a shock to the system as she stepped out onto Rossi’s patio, gripping the railing like it could hold her together.

She sucked in a breath. God.

It wasn’t just the teasing. It was everything—the guilt, the pretending, the way she had spent the last year carefully constructing a version of herself that wouldn’t make waves, that wouldn’t be questioned.

The same way she had learned to do as a kid, sitting quietly in church pews, absorbing every hushed conversation about what was "right" and what wasn’t. The way she had learned to smile through the discomfort, to push down the parts of herself that weren’t meant to be seen. Because back home, girls like her weren’t supposed to love other girls.

But tonight, for the first time, she felt like she was coming apart.

The door creaked open behind her, but she didn’t turn.

She didn’t have to. She already knew it was you.

You stepped up beside her, resting your forearms against the railing, staring out at the dark expanse of Rossi’s backyard.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

“Talk to me.”

JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to know. Just say something.”

She swallowed hard, gripping the railing tighter. “I hate this.”

You nodded, letting her go on.

“I hate that I can’t just sit in that room and be normal. That I can’t laugh with them without feeling like I’m lying. That I can’t—” Her voice cracked. “That I can’t just be happy with you without feeling guilty about it.”

Her breath hitched, and suddenly, your hand was covering hers, warm and steady.

“JJ…”

“I don’t want to keep doing this,” she whispered. 

The words spilled out before she even realized she was saying them.

You turned to face her fully now, studying her like you were trying to figure out if she really meant it.

JJ wasn’t sure.

But she knew one thing.

She was so damn tired of being afraid.

You stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her carefully.

JJ swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

And then, you asked the question she had been dreading.

“Are we breaking up?”

Her breath hitched.

You didn’t sound angry. You didn’t even sound sad. Just… tired. And that was worse.

JJ turned to face you fully, words catching in her throat. No. God, no.

But when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.

You sighed, glancing down before shaking your head. “JJ, I love you. I do. But I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

JJ’s chest ached.

You weren’t leaving—not yet—but JJ could see it in your face: the exhaustion, the hurt, the weight of waiting for something that might never come.

You weren’t pressuring her. You never had. But that didn’t mean this wasn’t painful for you, too.

If she kept doing this, if she kept pushing you away, she was going to lose you.

And that scared her more than anything else ever had.

JJ took a shaky breath, then reached for your hand. You let her, but your grip was hesitant, like you were bracing for the worst.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered.

“Then don’t,” you whispered back.

It was so simple, the way you said it. Like it wasn’t some impossible thing. Like it was just a choice she had to make.

JJ blinked, suddenly realizing something she had spent months trying to bury—

She was done hiding.

She turned toward the house, heart pounding, and before she could overthink it, she pushed open the door and walked back inside.

The team was still at the table, laughing over one of Rossi’s old stories, their glasses half-full, plates nearly empty. It was normal. Warm. The kind of moment JJ had always been afraid of ruining.

But this time, she wasn’t afraid.

JJ cleared her throat, but no sound came out. She could feel every set of eyes on her, waiting, expectant. Her pulse pounded so loudly in her ears that she was sure someone else could hear it, too.

She looked at you—just for a second. You gave her a small nod, no pressure, just quiet encouragement.

JJ exhaled, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love Y/N.”

Your hand was warm at the small of her back, steady.

She turned to you, holding your gaze, letting the words settle into the room. “And it’s our anniversary today.”

Silence. And then—

“Oh, finally,” Garcia blurted, throwing her hands in the air.

JJ blinked. “What?”

Rossi smirked, taking a sip of wine. “JJ, we’ve known for months.”

JJ’s jaw nearly dropped. “You—what?”

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. “Girl, we were just waiting for you to catch up.”

Emily smirked, raising her glass. “Called it.”

Hotch nodded, a rare smile breaking out, “We’re happy for you, JJ and Y/N.”

Rossi chuckled, refilling another glass “And you thought this would be difficult?”

JJ stared, completely thrown. They knew?

And they were okay with it?

She looked at you, and you just shrugged, trying—and failing—to hide your amused smile.

Garcia leaned across the table, eyes sparkling. “Can I just say? I love this for you.”

JJ let out a breathless laugh, blinking rapidly as the weight she had carried for months—years—suddenly lifted. She felt lighter, unsteady, like she was standing on brand-new ground.

They knew.

They knew.

And nothing had changed.

She turned to you, heart still racing, but for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t out of fear. She reached for your hand—properly this time, in front of everyone, without hesitation. Your fingers laced through hers easily, like they belonged there.

The warmth of your touch grounded her.

“Oh, honey,” Garcia’s voice trembled as she clutched her chest dramatically, eyes already glassier than her sparkliest nail polish. “I am so happy right now, I could just—” She waved her hands frantically, as if trying to physically grasp the emotions spilling out of her. Then, suddenly, she gasped. “Oh my God, DC Pride! I can’t wait to take you two. We’re going full glitter, people. I’m talking banners, face paint, and rainbow EVERYTHING.”

JJ let out a choked laugh, barely managing to wipe at her eyes before Garcia launched herself forward, wrapping both you and JJ in a tight, full-body hug that smelled like vanilla lotion and absolute joy.

“Oh, my sweet sapphic power couple,” Garcia sniffled, squeezing tighter as she swayed you both side to side. “I am so proud. And so, so ready to throw you an entire celebration. With rainbow cupcakes!”

JJ let out another wet laugh, completely overwhelmed now, her arms instinctively wrapping around Garcia. You pressed a hand against JJ’s back, grounding her through the happy chaos that was Penelope Garcia.

“Garcia,” JJ managed, voice thick, “I… I think I’m gonna need air at some point.”

Garcia gasped dramatically but finally released you both, only slightly. “Fine, but only if you promise to let me shower you in love and excessive glitter at a later date.”

JJ wiped at her eyes again, smiling now, the weight in her chest finally gone. “Deal.”

Emily smirked. “Garcia, let them breathe before you plan their outfits.”

“Absolutely not,” Garcia countered, sniffling. “They’ve been hiding this from me for months. I deserve this.”

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head as he tipped his beer in your direction. “Well, let me just say—about damn time.”

Rossi swirled his wine, watching JJ with an amused glint in his eyes. “You know, JJ, if you were hoping for some dramatic reaction, you should know we’re profilers.” He smirked. “We’ve known.”

JJ wiped at her face again, breath still uneven. “I just… I didn’t know how to say it.”

Hotch, ever steady, gave a gentle smile. “You just did.”

For a second, JJ couldn’t speak.

She had spent so long dreading this moment, convinced it would change something—that it would shift the way the team saw her, that she would become different to them somehow.

But it hadn’t. The only thing that had changed was the weight lifting off her chest, like she could finally breathe without restriction for the first time in years.

But now, sitting here, your hand warm in hers, Garcia already rattling off Pride festival itineraries, Emily smirking over her wine, Morgan grinning at her like a proud big brother, Rossi looking like he’d been waiting for this speech all night, and Hotch—Hotch—watching her with something almost like pride in his eyes…

Nothing had changed, except the weight was gone.

“Alright, alright,” Rossi finally announced, raising his glass. “A toast.”

Everyone followed suit, glasses lifting, the room buzzing with something warm and unbreakable.

“To JJ and Y/N,” Rossi said, eyes twinkling as he looked between you both. “For love, for honesty, and for finally making it official.”

JJ swallowed past the lump in her throat, squeezing your hand as the team echoed his words:

“To JJ and Y/N!”

The glasses clinked, laughter filled the room, and just like that—

JJ wasn’t hiding anymore.

She wasn’t afraid anymore.

She had you. She had her team.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt free.

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natalie scatorccio x sensitive!gf

✎ᝰ.jinx notes just a few hcs i thought of randomly. my first time writing something here that isn't bots, i hope you like it <3

☪— If you have trouble letting things go, and always get nervous when it comes to getting a haircut, Natalie offers to always cut your hair at home. she always does everything very calmly, stopping every now and then to kiss away your tears and whisper that everything is okay.

☪— You once cried because you lost your favorite hair clip, and Natalie (having memorized which hair clip it was) immediately goes to buy you a new one. She doesn't try to pretend it's the same one, because she knows you hate lies and would notice the difference, and just tries to comfort you while giving you the new hair clip.

☪— Holds you at night because she knows you hate being cold/hate feeling alone while you sleep

☪— Loves to bring you flowers when she gets home from work on ordinary days, without a specific reason, but always gets worried when you start to cry with emotion at the affectionate gesture

"what's wrong, baby? you don't like it? :(" she always says with a tone full of concern, placing the flowers delicately on the table in the doorway and immediately going to gently cradle your face.

☪— After a complicated or stressful day, you two like to spend time together in the evening, when the world slows down. perhaps watching something quiet or just lying side by side, where natalie, with her more closed posture, finally allows you to come closer. you don't talk much, but there's a feeling that, in the silence, you understand each other completely.

☪— Natalie isn't one for words, so she communicates with you in very subtle ways. sometimes a touch on the arm, a longer look or a simple gesture like preparing her girlfriend's favorite coffee. you notice these details and respond with gestures of affection that make Natalie feel loved in a unique way. This creates a dynamic where your love is silent, but deep and very real.

☪— Natalie tends to be much more impulsive, aggressive and even withdrawn, while you are calm, more introspective and concerned about other people's feelings. This contrast between you makes for a perfect balance in the relationship: Natalie helps to bring out more intensity and passion, while you help to soften the sharper edges of Natalie's personality. you complement each other perfectly, almost like a yin and yang.

☪— Natalie, as tough as she is on the outside, has a deep vulnerability that you can touch. you help her to open her heart, to talk about her insecurities and her traumas, things that Natalie usually keeps to herself. you, with your empathy, never push, but over time, Natalie begins to trust more and more, showing that, as much as she wants to appear strong, she also needs someone to lean on.

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JJ headcanons featuring religious trauma below the cut

jj grew up in a small town and went to a catholic college.

She was most likely told (more than once) that her sister is in hell because she committed suicide. She had a child out of wedlock, which would not have gone down well in a small, religious town.

Gideon talks about religion in Lessons Learned. Morgan goes back to a church and prays after Lucky/before Penelope. Emily has Demonology.

JJ never talks about it. She never mentions it. It’s still there, under the surface. The guilt, the shame, the questioning.

Am I going to hell? Did my sister go to hell? What if I’m wrong, and God is real? What if I’m right, and there’s nothing beyond death but an emptiness? What if…

She thinks about it. She wonders. She even prays sometimes, apologizes, just in case He’s out there. When her friends are hurt, when her family is in trouble, she pleads for mercy from a power she doesn’t believe in. But when she almost dies, she never asks for anything. She doesn’t think she deserves it.

She pulled away from the church after she started at the bau. She went to confession once, just to talk. Just to have someone listen.

“I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t even know if I believe in God anymore. I see the terrible things people do to each other every day, and I don’t understand how a god could be good and merciful when these things happen every day. If He sees everything, knows everything, why does He let it happen? My sister killed herself. I'm supposed to believe she went to Hell. How can she be in the same place as all of these horrible people? I just don't understand it anymore.”

The priest tells her to say her prayers. He tells her that God is merciful, he tells her that He will keep her safe. He says that the darkness of her work is driving her out of the light. He doesn't tell her how. He can't explain why.

She doesn't go back to church. She doesn't tell her mother. She leaves quietly, and she buries it. The white dresses from her baptism, communion, and confirmation are in a box in the back of her closet with her rosary and Bible. She visits churches to talk with families and pastors, and when Emily says the building might fall down around them, she laughs, but a part of her aches.

She never quite heals. The way her friends do. Morgan can go back, he can pray, he believes. Emily jokes about it, she leaves it behind, she moves on.

JJ doesn't talk about it. She doesn't go back to church. She doesn't confess or repent. She just is.

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Domestic life with Emily Prentiss⊹₊ ⋆

Domestic Emily Prentiss x f!reader

Warnings: Small spoilers of Lauren storyline, mentions of alcohol/wine.

A/n Happy Emily Prentiss woohoo!!

When she can't sleep, she runs her fingers through your hair and traces shapes on your body until she falls asleep.

Loves painting your nails more than painting her own because she usually ends up picking the polish off after a day.

Wraps her scarves around you when going on evening walks with Sergio. She points out rocks that she finds cool and puts them in your jacket pocket for her growing collection at home.

She's always cooking for you (We don't talk about the episode she cooks for a man and doesn't exactly cook well) drinking her red wine with her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail or a bun humming along to whatever song you put on.

"You know this song em?"

"Now I do." She spoke with a small smile, continuing her humming topping off her glass.

LOVES taking Polaroid pictures of you anywhere. If you dated before the whole Doyle Paris situation she took those pictures with her as a reminder of why she's still pushing through(#1 Doyle hater).

She uses CDs to listen to music and always wants you to go CD shopping with her.

"Hey come look!" She grabs your hand before you can reply. "They have The Rapture! I used to listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees all the time."

"Put it in the basket!" You reply before glancing down to the basket almost overflowing with CDs.

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If anyone sends me a request tomorrow/today and I look like I'm ignoring it because I post. I promise I'm not. I love getting requests!! I'm just really busy for the next day or two and have some Emily Prentiss headcanons on auto post??(not sure if that's what it's called?) I will be writing away tomorrow just not posting right away but please do keep sending me requests and I will get to them when I can!!

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How do you think Spencer might react to reader taking care of him after he's injured on the job? Do you think he'd accept it or try to say he could take care of himself, especially since he's used to being the caretaker with his mom and etc???

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Season 5 Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warnings: Spoiler for season 5, shooting injury.

A/n I focused on when he got shot in the leg in season 5 also I love this idea!!

At first he would be angry, not directly at you but at the fact he can't do anything himself especially because he's become so used to taking care of not just himself but other people too, so not being able to just stand properly bothered him more than anything.

He tried to stand and walk around to do productive things, but you caught him in the act.

"Spencer!" You walked (dragged) him back to his new designated spot on the couch. "The doctor said you have to sit and rest if you want your leg to heal."

"I am a doctor!"

As much as he tried not to take his annoyance out on you because all you were doing was helping him, there was no one else to huff and puff to.

"Spence," you walk into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch a pile of read through books besides him with a look of annoyance on his face.

"What is it?" He offered a smile that didn't take a profiler to notice it was forced.

"Do you want some tea?" You sat next to him to try and offer some form of comfort.

That's when he accepted it. You were being so nice, and he was being a childish brat.

After that he would let you take care of him, even if he wasn't used to it and still a bit frustrated he loved you and you clearly loved him enough to put up with his childish behavior.

You sat beside him and he would lay his head on your lap, waiting for your hands to move to his hair mindlessly, bringing him more comfort than his crutches and cast ever could.

"Spencer, do you want to go to bed?" You looked down to find his face when you realized he was already asleep, probably dreaming about being able to take care of you instead.

Coming to terms with your care made his days simpler. Instead of re-reading every book in his grasp, you would bring him cross word puzzles on his food tray and frequently go to the library for him to make his days at home go by faster.

Once the day came that the doctor told him he could walk without crutches, he was grateful he thought until he realized he missed you taking care of him because it was nice to be the one taken care of instead of being the caretaker.

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Would you be up for a ‘how would Emily* deal with someone having a panic attack’ headcanon? If not, totally fine too btw!

(*Actually, if you feel like it fits JJ or Reid better, by all means, go for that instead 😅)

Emily Prentiss if you had a panic attack⊹₊ ⋆

Emily Prentiss x gn!reader can be read as platonic or romantic (I feel it's more romantic though!)

Warnings: Panic attacks (please don't read anything that will harm your mental health!!)

A/n This was worded so sweetly omg ily♡♡ Also I might do one of these for jj or Spencer soon!!

From working in jobs that require to tell people horrible news and deal with people having panic attacks frequently, she knows how to deal with them quite well.

She would be the first to help you. Softly and sweetly she would tell you to take deep breaths.

She would ask you if you wanted to be touched. If you say yes, she would hold you or rub your arms and back. If you say no, she would respect that and keep her space but keep telling you to breathe.

Once you calmed down a bit and were able to talk, she would ask you calmly and steadily what was wrong. She would listen to you the whole time and not interrupt.

When you are done telling her she would reasure you and ask what you needed. You want music? She's running to grab her phone. You want to take a nap? She's taking you to the closet to grab some comfy clothes and blankets. You want to cuddle? She'll drop everything to comfort you and tell you everything will be okay.

Overall she's very reassuring and comforting. She would comfort you every day if it meant it gave you even the slightest bit of peace.