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jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader

includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.

After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.

Basic fluff

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.

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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.

JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.

She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.

"Are you almost ready?"

You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.

"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"

JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."

"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."

You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."

JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.

Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."

Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"

"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"

Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."

The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.

"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.

Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."

Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."

Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."

Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."

Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.

"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.

You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."

"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."

Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."

You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.

JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"

Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"

"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.

You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."

"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."

JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.

"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.

Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."

Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.

She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.

Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.

Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.

"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."

Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"

"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."

"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.

"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."

"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.

The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.

"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."

"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."

Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.

It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.

By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.

"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 6 months

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a run down would be appreciated😭😭 and i sure hope coffee at midnight is a happy fic bc that one i did start reading and its my current obsession, i wont be able to take it if something bad happens to my babies

I won't spoil Coffee at Midnight, but I'm glad you're loving it!!

My other fics, though, I'm going to try and put into categories.

The Multichaps

A Fine Line will take you through every emotion. It's smutty and angsty and stressful but it has a happy ending!

illicit affairs is an ongoing multi-chap that's nowhere near finished. emily and aaron sleep together before her first day on the job, when neither knows who the other is. the affair they begin has consequences for years to come.

touchy subject is complete and is an emotional journey. a teenage emily aborted aaron's baby without telling him, and deals with the consequences of that decision in the decades that come after.

impact married Hotchniss are in a car accident that leaves emily in a coma.

the price we pay. I'll start by telling you that Emily's dead. that's not a spoiler, i literally tell you in the comments. this fic sees JJ try to come to terms with her death and her unresolved feelings for Emily at the same time.

Nodus Tollens is annoyingly incomplete. A complicated fic based on the Arizona-Callie-Mark triangle n Greys.

The One-Shots

The Five Stages of Grief are a Myth is a journey, but it does have a happy ending!

phantasmogoria - emily struggles with the trauma of having spent seven months in isolation, with only her own mind for company. hotch is her lifeline.

found family is a cute little fic i wrote for the 'accidental baby acquisition' tag for criminal minds week 2023. the team find a baby.

built a home and watched it burn may or may not stay an angsty one-shot. it's the first chapter of an unfinished fic i took down a while ago, in which emily and aaron are getting divorced.

Eulogy is an angsty af one-shot of JJ and Hotch telling Emily about the Paris plan.

You'll Always Be My Person is angsty Jemily fluff that I woudn't say has a happy ending, but it's sweet and short.

Habits is a cute little Jemily drabble.

in love with you is Emily POV Jemily angst.

twelve things that didn't break aaron hotchner and the one that almost did is Hotch angst with a happy Hotchniss ending.

The States Game is a cutie team fic based on That Friends Episode.

The Smutty One-Shots

Heat is the only 'only one bed' fic i've ever written. it's just pure, unadulterated, shameless, steamy Hotchniss smut.

every lover's game is what happens after you send the girl you fancy in to flirt with a creepy guy called Viper. it's pure filth. it's great. probably my favourite filth i've written. you're welcome.

trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat is angsty Hotchniss smut. like I earned the angsty smut tag on this one.

when it rains, it pours - more angsty Hotchniss smut. back from Paris, emily is struggling. then comes a storm.

Coming Home is wholesome Jemily smut.

Stress Relief and Debriefing are just pure Emily/Luke smut.

Hotchner's Future Au (in chronological order)

technically these all have a happy ending because emily and hotch are married and trying to cope with parenting x

nature vs nurture after having her first child, emily struggles with her mother's first visit and her criticisms.

a good cat never goes far - proceed with caution if you love Sergio. that's all i'll say. but also read it because i'm proud of it <3

the last first day - emily struggles with her last baby starting school

good intentions, bad excecution - livvy hotchner is a menace, but she's also a great big sister.

red-handed the kids catch emily and aaron in a...compromising position. based on a request to write a hotchners future au fic inspired by the modern family episode 'caught in the act'

my mama's in the kitchen worrying about me - emily struggles with having a teenage daughter who's exactly like her.

Good Crazy - jack announces that he and his girlfriend are expecting. emily and aaron temporarily lose their minds, but what's new?

#all of my fics #my writing #ask #steph speaks #nonny

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railingsofsorrow · 11 months

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Winds of Change

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer is really not good at confrontation and he realizes his profiling skills are kind of lacking at the moment. or in which reader goes through a lot and makes a choice. [sequel to riptide]

pairing: spencer reid x cyberintelligenceexpert!fem!reader

w.c: 4.4K

warnings/content: description of hospitals; mentions of unfaithfulness & divorce; animosity btw coworkers; not as angsty as the other chapters; tw!pregnancy; details of a case that involves tw!abduction, people getting arrested and tw!someone getting shot; descriptions of nightmares, allusions do drowning; trypanophobia (fear of needles); tw!panic attacks; jemily if you squint; ah there's also fluff, i'm not a monster; conversations about future plans.

A/N: summary sucks i'm aware! that's been on my notes for far too long. i was deciding whether i should kept my old writing style or make it fit my new one but none of the options would have match the other two chapters so i kinda mixed the two. that's why "y/n" is in here.

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Raymond Henley and Carlos Stewart were arrested that evening.

Thanks to the hard drive files Y/N had stored minutes before everything happened, there was enough proof of the data breach; luckily she had gotten there before Carlos could enter her office and wipe out everything.

Aaliyah Zara was found safe and sound in an old building on a different neighborhood. When her aunt said that the girl would never run away; she was right. But the girl's father, Miron Zara picked his daughter up from school that day, as a surprise. The only reason this was never brought up during the investigation was because the cameras never got images of his vehicle — he parked strategically in a street corner with no surveillance. The data breach was contained. Well, the FBI covered it with as much excuses as they could. Everybody knew that the money could never be fully recovered. “How is she?” Derek asked JJ as they tried to keep their conversation as low as possible for the sake of the hospital hall creepy silence.

“Sleeping.” The blonde replied, adding a third packet of sugar on the cup beside hers. Her lips instantly lifted in a grimace once she poured in the fourth. It wasn't for her anyway — she at least hoped this would calm Spencer's nerves down. “Her liver was fixed up, thankfully. Doctor said that if the bullet crossed an inch longer she might've lost it.” She stole a glance at her best friend. His neck in an odd position as he took a nap against his will on the uncomfortable waiting room chair and curls covering half of his face. His body was too tired so it was bound to happen, he couldn't fight it anymore. When a wave of jet black hair crossed her eyesight a few feet away JJ quickly made an excuse. “Can you take this up to him when he wakes up? I need to do something.” She didn't wait for Derek's nod to leave.

“Family of miss Y/L/N?”

Before Derek could utter a single word, Spencer's head snapped around to the sound of Y/N's name. A hiss left his lips at the crack his neck gave out. Derek watched Spencer carefully as they both moved to hear what the Doctor had to say.

“Em.”

Emily stopped staring at the TV to lift her attention to JJ, she wasn't paying attention, her mind was griped in worry for her best friend.

“Is Y/N pregnant?” JJ was specialized in talking to victims families, which means that she needed to smooth out the territory before revealing the awful truth, as a way to making them feel better even for an unique second. But now she didn't feel like beating around the bush. And by Emily's reaction she could tell she had been right. She breathed out in astonishment.

“Don't tell anybody. She just found out, she isn't ready to—”

“I wouldn't do that, Em.” JJ said softly. Emily gave her a look of gratitude. “So, Spence and her...”

“I'm still trying to figure that out myself.” Emily sighed heavily.

“His reaction when she got shot didn't made it clear enough for you?”

“I knew he was seeing someone.” Emily bit her cheek, “I knew she was seeing someone, too. But I didn't know they were seeing each other.”

Isn't she married? JJ wanted to ask but she stopped herself. This was none of her business.

Emily stood up with her eyes glued to a certain spot. When Jenifer followed her gaze, she saw there was a doctor talking to her co-workers. So, they made their way there.

“... also, there's no risk to the baby. They'll both be alright.” Emily froze her walking and JJ almost bumped into her back. Oh my god, she mentally yelled, studying Spencer in panic. He had a frown etched into his face. “Miss Y/L/N will only go through the usual recovery process and—”

“Wait— I'm sorry.” Spencer cuts her off as Derek shared a look with the girls behind the Doctor. “What did you say?”

The women raised her eyebrows, “Uh, the recovery process—”

“No,” He interrupted again, almost losing his patience. Emily would have to intervene soon. “About the—uh, the baby?”

The room seemed to go down to minus forty degrees when the specialist carried on. “Oh, of course. The fetus wasn't jeopardized by the wound or the loss of blood. She's still early on the pregnancy and there's higher risks on the first trimester, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about besides carrying on with the usual check-ups.” She regarded everyone that had gone quiet with curiosity. “You might visit her soon. She will be awake at any time now.”

“Right. Thank you so much.” Emily said, dismissing the women politely. When she left, Derek still had a lost look on his face, JJ was stealing a glimpse at Spencer's reaction and Spencer was... Well, he was staring at the floor. His mind working on full strength over the past few weeks.

Her behaviour. Literally, all of her behaviour lead to the present diagnosis.

He even rulled out pregnancy from the mental list he'd made when she had gotten sick. She had said it was just a bad stomachache. Since he hadn't seen her nauseous or dizzy after she claimed it, he let it go.

That's because I had not seen her at all these days.

But she had been distant this past week. Was this why?

How could he be so fucking dense?

“Reid?” Derek squeezed his shoulder and he blinked a bit startled. “You okay?”

“Yes.” No.

“Can I have a word with him, Morgan?” Emily appeared out of thin air by his side. No, she had been there all along, you idiot. It just feels like you're out of the loop right now. Get a grip.

As soon as Derek left, Emily cleaned her throat, making him look at her. “Reid, how are you feeling?”

He seemed to wake up at that moment, “Me?” His features suddenly smoothed out in realization. “You knew.”

Emily opened her mouth but shut just as soon as she did. “Spencer—”

“You knew she was pregnant and you let her go on in the case?” An indignant look took over his face as he retracted his arm from her reach. Not missing the way the hurt flashed though her eyes. “Emily, she could've—”

“There was no imminent danger, Spencer—”

“Yes, as we saw a few hours ago!” He snapped and stormed out, leaving her alone in the visiting room as he marched towards his girlfriend's room.

“Go.” Derek ordered the blonde that watched the scene unfold anxiously. She turned to him, “Go talk to Prentiss.” He nodded in the brunette's direction. Derek understood he wasn't needed, but JJ was. It's always JJ that deals with a solemn Emily in certain moments, somehow, she is the only one that knows what to do. What to say. And now she was needed. Because Spencer must've said something harsh as he usually do when he's mad. Jennifer knows, she was on the receiving end of his anger once.

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Stop swimming. Let it go.

Let it go.

Y/N didn't want to let it go.

She was a very good swimmer back in her youth, those skills don't go away with time, do they?

It felt like she was in the ocean. Barely keeping her head above water as her legs struggled below. Every time she tried to go forward, towards the trees, she felt something pulling her in, drowning her.

She could only see trees. No sand, no land. Just trees.

Not having the knowledge that you are dreaming can gift you a feeling of despair. That you don't know how you got there, why would you even be in the sea in the first place?

Although, having the knowledge that you're dreaming can be quite terrifying. You know it isn't real. This isn't really happening. But do you know when will it be over? It can go on for minutes but it always feels like hours, days even. Dreams are deceiving. Nightmares are entrapping.

She knew this wasn't real. And she was drowning. She couldn't breath. She couldn't see what was ahead because her vision was blurry.

Y/N didn't want to let go. She didn't want to stop fighting. But she was tired and desperate, there was no other way out.

She stopped swimming.

When she woke up first, she felt nothing. It was numb. Then, itchy sheets and a distinct but strong smell. There was a heaviness on her right hand which was the first thing she actually felt. Fluttering her eyes open, she was received with light green and white. Hospital. I'm in a hospital. After her brain made up where she was, the heaviness on her hand intensified to a squeeze. She turned to the side, blinking repeadly so her sight could adjust.

A hand grasped her own. She squeezed back still a bit confused. But when she looked up, a warmth filled her chest almost immediately.

Spencer.

“Hi,” The corner of his lips turned upwards as he watched her trying to grasp her surroundings.

“Hi.” Y/N swallowes, her throat was incredibly dry for someone that was drowning. He seemed to understand her actions as he offered a cup with a straw for her to sip the cool water. “Thanks.” She croaked out, clearing her throat. His hand supported her back as she shifted to a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked, leaving the cup on her bedside table. Y/N studied him carefully.

“Fine. And you?” He raised his eyebrows and her forehead creased in confusion as she scanned over his features. No bandage, not even a bandaid on his face. “All that blood you had in you, Spencer." She said, lifting a hand to touch the side of his chin, turning it to the side. "How are you not in a bed right now?”

His eyes softened. “That wasn't my blood, sweetheart.” The crease in her forehead deepened. “It was yours. You got shot, Y/N.” He gave her hand another squeeze, this time bringing it to his lips.

It took her a while to understand that but Spencer waited patiently. She was still heavy on meds, it wasn't like he expected her to not be confused right after waking up.

“Right.” She said, eyes unfocused. “Did you... find the girl?”

“Yes. She's safe.” Spencer watched her attention drifting elsewhere. “Y/N?”

“What about the—”

“Arrested. We got them too. Are you okay?” He quickly studied her heart monitor screen to see if anything was altered.

Y/N shifted in her position. She was feeling uncomfortable. She felt naked. “Can you take these off?” She gestured for the cannula inserted in the back of her hand, frowning as she looked at it. “I hate it.” She wanted to scream. She felt trapped. Was she awake yet? This is real, right?

“No, sweetheart. It takes the medication into your system faster, you can't take it off.”

“Just— just get it off of me, Spencer.” The constriction in her airways made it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes assuming a moist aspect. Taking her hands in his was the way Spencer found to grab her attention, the heart monitor going off.

She hated needles. She hated hospitals all-together. That was one of the first things he learned about her when they were still getting to know each other.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He cupped her face, locking their eyes.

Letting out a shallow breath she mumbled a tearful “I hate needles—”

“I know.” He said calmly. It was heartbreaking but he had to be the one who calmed her down. “Breath in for five and breath out for four, okay? Can you try it with me?” he requested softly, caressing her cheek.

She did it after a few seconds. During ragged breaths the repetition helped her chest fill up with oxygen again. Relief washing over her body.

It wasn't long until her head was resting upon Spencer's chest once he climbed up in bed with her in a rather uncomfortable position. He didn't care. As long as she was alright with it.

It took five minutes of idle conversation for Y/N to forget about the needles. Spencer made sure to cover her hand and forearm with the blanket so she wouldn't pay attention to it.

“You should get some sleep.” He muttered, kissing her temple softly.

“I was having a nightmare, I don't want to sleep.” She said quietly, playing with the fabric of his dark brown sweater vest.

A frown etched onto his forehead, “You wanna talk about it?” She denied the request with a shake of her head, leaning further into his touch.

Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and a doctor entered the room right after. The same woman that had given news about Y/N's wellbeing to the team before.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N. I'm Doctor Young. How are you feeling now?” She strode to Y/N's side, eyes glued to the medical chart. Spencer split apart from Y/N to sit in a chair, giving her a smile to reassure he wouldn't be going anywhere.

“Tired.” Y/N shifted on the bed, “But fine.” Something seemed to come up in her mind. “Actually, I'd like to ask something.” She said, cutting Dr. Young off just as she was about to explain whatever was on her chart.

Y/N then gave Spencer a look that silently said she needed to talk to the woman in private.

“I'll go grab a coffee and be right back.” Spencer pressed his lips against her forehead, offering the doctor a tight-lipped smile as he left the room.

•°. *࿐

“I need to tell you something.”

She said as soon as he walked back into the room. God, it was hard to even swallow.

Spencer gave her a nod, taking a sip of the coffee. That's awful. He left it aside with a sigh, moving to sit beside her bed.

“You— I don't know how you'll react.” She said, her head working like wildfire.

“Why are you worried about how I'll react?”

“Because I lied to you.” Your breath stopped for a moment. “For a few days. Not on purpose, of course. I just— I wasn't ready to tell you yet.”

Spencer leaned back on the chair, “Okay,” he said calmly.

She surveyed his face, not being able to grasp what he was thinking. What he was feeling. He didn't let on any reaction. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

She hated profiles and their abilities to mask their emotions.

“Spencer.”

Spencer let out a sigh, leaning closer. He took your hand, carefully enough to not move the wires. “I won't be upset or mad at you. I promise, alright?”

She pursued her lips, inhaling longingly.

“I— I got a divorce.” Y/N let out, gulping. Is that it? Really? “Just waiting for the papers to be signed.”

Spencer hummed, brushing back her strands. “How are you feeling about this?”

Lifting her chin, she looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Your marriage just... ended.”

“That couldn't be qualified as a marriage, Spence.” She rolled her eyes. “I was done with him.” As soon as I met you. “I'm happy with you, do you understand that?”

Spencer nodded, smiling softly when he felt her fingers curl around his wrist and a tug at his arm. He sat on the edge of her bed just like before.

“There is something else.” She whispered, playing with his fingers to ease her mind.

“You can tell me,” He mumbled, pecking her forehead.

Y/N stammered before speaking, but when she finally said it it was like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“I'm pregnant.”

Spencer didn't move nor did he said anything, which made her flinch away from him to take a look at his face. He was smiling. Almost grinning if it wasn't the fact that he was holding it back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her eyes narrowed at him. “Did you know?”

“Not exactly.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean not exactly, Spencer? Who told you?” Who even knew? was the question running around her mind.

“Nobody!” He widened his eyes, watching her getting worked up quickly. It really was not a good sight to make Y/N mad. A bit frightening, if you will. “Actually, Emily—”

“Emily?!”

“Sweetheart, let me speak.” Spencer asked kindly. Y/N pressed her lips together, her eyebrows creasing. “Emily had to tell the doctor and I overheard. That was it, alright?”

Y/N nodded, forehead smoothing slightly. “Yeah, okay.”

"Did you know that, statistically, 97% of people have one or more secrets; which makes it an average of 13 secrets per person? Depending on what you're keeping and who you are keeping it from, it can cause damages to your well-being, like reducing one's emotional resilience or cognitive issues and— I'm rambling." He winced, cutting himself off. "Sorry."

You chuckled, poking his cheek. "I told you I don't mind it when you do." With a clear of throat, she kept her gaze on him. "Thirteen secrets per person uh? How many of those have you kept from me, Doc?"

"You'll never know." She snorted, rolling her eyes as he smiled cheekily. She'd have to be one of the only people that actually paid attention when he drifted away from the main subject.

His eyes studied her for a bit before he grasped her attention again, “Why didn't you tell me? Do you know how dangerous it was for you to enter that case?”

“I'm pregnant, not stupid. I knew what I was doing.” Y/N retorted, giving him a look. “And I didn't tell you because— Because I wasn't ready yet. I didn't even know what I wanted to do yet. Was trying to figure out my own mind.” Her eyes softened, “But I am sorry.”

Spencer nodded understandingly, caressing her cheek. “It's okay.”

Her face scrunched up, “If I didn't know you any better I'd say you were excited.”

Spencer looked down at their hands, the corner of his lips lifting slowly as his mind worked with possible future images.

“Aren't you?” When he met her eyes he realised he shouldn't have assumed what she was going to do. He didn't want to induce her on anything. “I mean... What do you want to do? I'm sorry I didn't ask before—”

“It's fine.” She shifted on the bed, bringing her body closer to his. “I want to keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I've thought about it.” She shrugged, messing with the small part of his tie that was being displayed. Y/N lift her chin just like the previous position to look at him. “Are you okay with that?”

“If you are then I am,” he leaned down a bit to press a kiss against her lips. She hummed in response.

"But it doesn't just concern me, Spence. It's- It's bigger than that, isn't it? I don't want you to regret it later. So, just- just think about it."

He frowned, forehead twitching in confusion, "But it's not my choice, Y/N. It's yours. It's not my place to regret it or not- not that I ever would regret it," Spencer quickly added, squeezing her hand. "Just know that whatever decision, I'll be there, I won't leave your side. Never."

That was safety felt like. Not empty bed and cold sheets.

“I guess, I should let them in now?” Spencer said after a while of soft talk between them. Y/N frowned in confusion but then her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Right. Is everyone okay? Did anyone else get hurt?”

“No.” Spencer shook his head in response, brushing hair behind her ear. “Don't worry. They're all good. I'm gonna send them in now, alright?”

She nodded, adjusting the blanket on her lap.

As soon as Spencer left the room, a few seconds later, came in an exasperated Penelope Garcia. A grimace formed on Y/N's lips.

“What were you thinking scaring me like that!” The blonde exclaimed, walking towards her injured friend's hospital bed. “Ms. Y/L/N, you do not get to get shot and give me a heart attack, okay?”

“Sorry.” Y/N replied with a sad smile and quickly opened her arms in which Penelope found herself in no time. “Didn't mean to scare you, Pen.” They haven't known each other for long but in the little time they've had they clicked instantly. Especially because of their common interests.

Sniffling, Penelope nodded against her shoulder. “It's okay. It wasn't your fault, baby. But we were so worried.”

“You gave us a little scare there, hacker.” Derek chipped in, crossing his arms. He would admit later on that he actually took a liking to her in the meantime they were working together. “Glad you're okay. We all are.” He switched looks with the team and in the end locked eyes with Spencer, who was just watching everything quietly. “Especially pretty boy over there. He was out of his damn mind.”

Spencer cleaned his throat, finding something on the floor very interesting. Y/N gave him a soft smile.

Derek didn't need anything else to be said to understand what was going on between them. But he would most definitely have a talk to Reid another day.

“So, you're feeling good?” Emily studied her for a while.

Y/N gave her a reassuring smile and nodded, “Yeah. All good. Ready for another one, actually.”

“You're funny.” Spencer snarked, giving her a look to which she scrunched her nose at.

They stayed inside the room until the doctor kicked them out, because only one person per visit was allowed, not the entire FBI.

Y/N asked for Emily to stay behind before she could leave with the others. Emily did, her serious demeanor never changing.

Y/N knew what was going on inside her head.

“Em, it wasn't your fault,”

“You could've died.” Emily croaked out. Now that everyone had left she felt her will to cry growing even more. She almost lost her best friend. “Y/N, you could've died.”

“But I'm here. It barely grazed me, okay? Em.” Y/N mentioned her to get closer, offering her hand. It wasn't truth. The bullet hadn't barely grazed her. It had punctured her body which caused a big blood loss. But that was beside the point now. The important is to complete vanish this stupid idea of Emily's mind. “It was not your fault.” She said firmly, bringing her closer so she could embrace her. Feeling a nose burying in her shoulder and her hospital gown getting wet because of tears, she carried on. “I love you. Stop blaming yourself, I'm right here and we caught the bastards.”

They both shake with Emily's surprise laugh. Y/N is more than satisfied with the reaction.

“I love you, too. Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?”

“I promise.”

Emily left the room after they had their moment, and Spencer walked in not five minutes later. He didn't spare a word before diving straight into her arms. Carefully, of course, given her injuries.

"Oh, hello," said Y/N as a smile spread on her lips. But there was a hint of concern when he buried his nose into your neck and let out a shaky breath, "Hey, you okay, Doc?"

His voice was muffled by her clothing. She frowned, not understanding.

“Spencer, what did you say?”

He turned to the side, and she could see the man with a lazy grin over his lips.

“I said that I'm happy,” he repeated, trailing the edge of neck to her cheekbones with a finger. “I'm glad you're okay." He said, smile faltering. "I was so scared to lose you."

"I'm right here," she said, leaning her forehead on his. "Don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." A hum of satisfaction left her throat when the corner of his mouth raised in a grin.

"That's good." He whispers. "Because I'm not going to let you go anywhere." Again.

Y/N tilted her head enough so their lips could meet. The kiss was slow, safe, it felt like it should happen. Like a lot of things in her life at that moment. Spencer pulled back when she started chuckling, brows knitting in confusion.

"What?"

She raised a finger, a silence request for him to wait her laughing fit stop. Spencer studied her face with a mix of amusement and slight concern. He stole a look at the heart monitor again.

“Are we going to be parents?” It's what leaves her mouth. Her face flushed as she recovered from the laughs. "How is this— That's insane, isn't it?" She scans his face for any trace of regret but only proceeds to find a fond gaze. "Oh, stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" He tries to hold back a grin but it's foolish.

"Like you're completely in love." She says, hand hovering over his vest absentmindedly. "You're going to get bored of me soon." She lets out quietly, watching as he prepares to protest. "Even so, would you take me as I am? Stubborn, paranoid, reckless and extremely hard headed?"

"You could say stubborn again."

"I will stick this needle into your jugular vein."

Spencer let out a boisterous laugh. His eyes wrinkling on the edges. There was no other reaction besides her fond gaze. She is so in love, she feels like an idiot.

“I will take you as you are," he took her hands in his, thumb drawing circles on her palms. His amber eyes met hers. "Stubborn, paranoid, reckless and extremely hard headed." He lists on, bringing one of her hands to his lips and then the other one, without breaking eye contact. "There's nothing that I would change in you and there's nothing that would make me love you any less than I do. I felt for who you are now and I will keep falling for who you will become in the foreseeable and unforeseeable future." He pauses. "I love you. Both of you."

Averting her eyes, she retracts her hands from his to wrap around his middle, burying her face in the croak of his neck. Vanilla and coffee and books. That's what he smells like. Home. She kissed the spot, shutting her eyes. She wouldn't dare going anywhere, this is exactly where she wanted to be.

"I love you, too, Spencer."

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blackbird-brewster · 6 months

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20 Author Questions

Tagged by @danielleitloudernow TY!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Still accredited to my name? 135. Total works on AO3 that I've written (including Anon & Orphans) -- somewhere around 150?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1.1 MILLION!?!?!??! FUCKING WILD.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Criminal Minds (124). But also have some Thrilling Adventure Hour (4), Grey's (3), and a few other random fandoms where I've written one thing ever.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Caged (Kudos: 635)

The Disposition of Emily Prentiss (Kudos: 511)

I Won't Give Up (Kudos: 441)

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Kudos: 359)

i can't be wrong (to be craving you) (Kudos: 312) OMG I had no idea this fic had that many?!?!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every single comment I get!! Since I can't actually reach through the screen and hug every reader who leaves a comment, a reply is all I have!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, Angstiest ending specifically? I would say 'The Five Horsemen of the Silent Chasm'. (Ends in major character death)

Angstiest overall fic? DEF, DEF, DEF my Jemily saga -- i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've written so much tooth-rotting fluff tbrh. Some cute shit that comes to mind:

Quiet Love (Jara Wedding Fluff!)

Always You (Temily proposal)

I Know a Place (Jara)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I get entitled comments sometimes. To which I always reply, because I think it's important for other readers to see how not to behave in a comment section. This recent interaction comes to mind:

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

OF COURSE I DO!!! Lately, I have been writing a lot of smut because menopause has turned me into a 24/7 horny gay. All my fics are Femslash and I also write F/F/F threesomes because I have multiple OT3s 😇

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written crossovers in the past! Two of my favourites are a TAH x Addams Family one : Beyond Belief: When Family Calls and a CM x Community crossover where Emily and Frankie Dart are estranged twins: Words Left Unsaid

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Not so much stolen, as I've seen parts of my own personal fanon lore being used in other fics sometimes. Which I find endearing. Me and @otahkoapisiakii have so many Jemily HCs that we often share the same background details in our fics and then, sometimes, readers see these things and mistakenly think they're canon.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! I've had a few fics translated into other languages. I think one was translated to Polish and another to Mandarin. Also, I think there's one in German somewhere too.

I LOVE when people ask to translate my works! It's such an honour.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

TONS. I think me and @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_falls on AO3) have about 6 or 7 we wrote together.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

That's an impossible question. My longest loved OTP will always be MSR. My most written OTP is JJ/Emily. My current favourite ships are JJ/Tara & Tara/Rebecca.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

When I retired from writing in 2015, I left behind a WIP (To Catch an Unsub). When I came back last year, I vowed to try and finish it. I re-wrote a lot of what had already been posted and managed a new chapter even -- but after nearly eight years, my writing style now is far different than when I started out in 2015. So I tied up the cliff-hanger and marked it as complete, because I know my heart isn't in it to continue that one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have a really good understanding of the characters, I know what makes them tick, their motives, their insecurities and I think that makes them feel more authentic in my works.

I'm also a very fast writer. Both physically (my typing speed is absurd), but also just being able to bang out 10k in a day when I have an idea.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

NUMBERS AND SELF-IMPOSED RULES! I used to have this thing (I still struggle with it, but less so now) where I'd be like 'Every one-shot or chapter can't be more than 4k words'. Or if it's a multi-chap fic it has to be at least x amount of words minimum.

When I started writing completely for myself, those rules stopped holding me back. Now, I write until I'm done writing. Thus why Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) - Part 3 is going to be around 200k long when it's done.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I use another language, it's usually French because I at least speak a bit of it and don't have to use Google translate or other horrible tools that butcher nuance.

I have a Spanish speaking character in Part 3 and that made me really have to dig out my limited Spanish speaking skills for her scenes. Which are probably grating to fluent speakers (apologies!)

I think the best thing you can do if you want to use a language you don't speak is to talk to people who do speak it. It helps make the dialogue more genuine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bones! During the WGA 2007 strike, I decided to fill the gap of TV hiatus with my own story. I wrote 'She Was My First' (Angela/Brennan) and posted it to LiveJournal (where I was in tons of Bones groups).

Since then, I ported it to AO3 around 2014. And now, it's the most read Angela/Brennan fic on there.

Fun Fact: Someone randomly leaving a comment on this fic last year was the reason I came back to writing!!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I get this question a lot and I think my answer always changes because I love different fics for different reasons. So here are some of my top ones:

Fic I Love Everything About: Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) (Series)

Fics I Consider to be My Most Important: Head Full of Doubt & Journey Through the Silent Chasm (Series)

Fic I'm Most Proud of Writing: i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

My Comfort Fic (the one I re-read the most): Between You & Me

TAG YOU'RE IT: (no pressure!) @storiesofsvu || @gaelic-symphony || @ellegreenawayslover || @tedwinisconfused || @jenny-from-the-bau || @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix

#tag game #about me 2k23 #my writing #cm fic recs #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #tara lewis #jemily #temily #jara #je t'emily #faafil #tag you're it #fanfic ask game

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Criminal minds

Emily prentiss x reader one shots

♡ Fluff ♡

With every case ♡

Notice me ♡

The dream ♡

Meet the family ♡

A mini you ♡

Match day surprises ♡

Late night cravings ♡

Brother or sister? ♡

** Smut/NSFW **

I’ve always noticed you**

You’re mine**

Acrylics won’t save you **

Milf!**

Daddy’s handsome isn’t she? **

Fuck away the attitude **

Pretty princess **

Acts of service **

Miss chief of whores **

Little brat **

✧ Hurt and comfort ✧

Stay please ✧

Settling down with you ✧

Emery Faye ✧

✰ Angst ✰

Agent down ✰

Jemily

Fluff

My little lady ♡

Jemily x reader

Coming soon

JJ x reader

Coming soon….

Series

Demons that cling to us

Tag list~ @lilfartbox1 @just-your-casual-nerd @pebbleswritessometimes

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grahamobrien13 · 11 months

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My Writing Masterlist

Mostly Making this so I can pin it and have access to everything I've written, but also so that anyone who wants to can also access everything I've written!

Also remember: My ask box is open so feel free to drop some requests, prompts, etc. You can find my request rule here

Okay, Masterlist is under the cut!

Criminal Minds:

3 times Aaron and Spencer were friends with benefits (+ 1 time they were more) | Hotchreid, Smut, Tumblr / AO3

Oatmeal and Orange Juice | Hotchreid, fluff, Tumblr / AO3

Hits Different | Will x JJ x Emily, fluff and angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

If I Can't Have You | Hotchreid, angst, smut, eventual fluff, AO3 / Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five

Hotchreid Hatesex | Hotchreid, smut, very light angst, Tumblr / AO3

Last Kiss | Spencelle, angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Will and JJ's Blended Family | Wilifer, Fluff, slight angst, Tumblr / AO3

Don't Call Mom (Always Call Mom) | Wilifer, but mostly focuses on Henry and JJ, Angst, Tumblr / AO3

I Want You Back | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Confessions are a Bitch | Willifer, angst AO3 / Tumblr

He's Not Going to Take Anything Else From You | Willifer, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

100 (Alternate) | Hotchreid, angst with a teensy bit of fluff AO3 / Tumblr

It'll Be Alright | Hotchreid, fluff AO3 / Tumblr

I'll Find You | Hotchreid, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Will's Diagnosis | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Henry's Baby Sister | Willifer, slight angst, mostly fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Don't Go Breaking My Heart | Willifer, fluff/angst AO3 / Tumblr

Love Under the Tree | Jemily, fluff AO3 / Tumblr: 1 2 (3 4 5 6)

South Park

☼= Stylennyverse Series

Only the Beginning | K2, Fluff AO3

Lets Make This Interesting | K2, Smut AO3

Out of My System | Stylenny, Smut and Fluff AO3 ☼

Play it Again | Kenjorine, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Established | Multiple Ships (Each chapter a different ship), Fluff, wee bits of angst, AO3

You Belong With me | Style, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Craig Tucker's List of Stuff to try (Bedroom Edition) | Cryle, smut/PWP AO3

Discussions | Stylenny, fluff AO3 ☼

Birthday Boy | Stenny, light smut and fluff AO3

Confessing | Bunny, fluff AO3

Birthday Cake | Crenny fluff, AO3

I'll Be Your Gift (Give You Something Good to Celebrate) | K2, smut AO3

Sticky Sweet | Stylenny fluff and a wee bit of angst, also sexual themes AO3 ☼

Sold (7/?) | Stenny, smut fluff and probably a littel angst. Crack treated seriously vibes lol AO3

Are You Leaving With Him? | Kenjorine, fluff. Songfic AO3

Supernatural

Willow | Destiel, fluff, hint of angst if you squint, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Messing with Other’s toys is Never a Good Idea | Crowley x Reader, angst with a happy ending, Tumblr / AO3

Mr. Winchester's Personal Assistant | Destiel Fluff, wee bit of angst, eventual smut, AO3 (i haven't actually posted it to Tumblr yet)

All Grown Up

What to do when your girlfriend has depression. | Kimi Finster/Lil DeVille hurt/comfort, Tumblr / AO3

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tobias-hankel · 2 years

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Fic Rec Friday! 🎉

This is something I have been wanting to do for a while now, modeled from spencers-renaissance. Every Friday I will share a few new/newly updated fics that I enjoyed that week and recommend reading.

🖤 He Loves Me (he loves me not) by @thesilverqueenlady - 7k, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hanahaki Disease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, it's not unrequited they're just idiots, Love Confessions

Spencer isn’t sure when it changes – when he tips over the line between maybe yes and surely no, when he tumbles headfirst into the dangerous land of roots and blossoms, when cold logic finally grasps him by the heart and squeezes all the tentative emotional hope out. (This is a lie. He does know. He has a perfect memory, after all.)

❤️ Casimir Pulaski Day by @highwayfiftyeight - WIP, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid, Sick Spencer Reid, Cancer, Hurt/Comfort, Season/Series 05Spencer with a cane, Sad with a Happy Ending, Angst, Sporadic Updates, Garcia and Reid are BFFs, Dad Hotch, Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Getting shot in the knee was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to him that year. But Dr. Spencer Reid had never really been blessed with that kind of luck. Then he started feeling tired. So tired. He was used to no sleep, sure. But this? This was something completely different.

🖤 Something That Wasn’t There Before by @andiebeaword - 3.8k, Tara Lewis/Emily Prentiss, 18+, Flirting, Alcohol, Drunk!Emily, Mentions of Exes, Some Past Jemily, Numerous Mentions of a Threesome (including Spencer), Mention of Ian Doyle, Emily’s past, Tara’s past, Emotional Rollercoaster, Kissing, Tipsy!Tara, Alludes to Them Having Sex, Spencer Reid Being Oblivious.

You know what they say about roommates? Can’t keep anything straight.

❤️ You're a terrible liar by @eldrai - 1.3k, Aaron Hotchner & Penelope Garcia, Oneshot, Fluff, Penelope Garcia is the Best, Birthday

Request: fluff prompt #6: you're a terrible liar. Hotch & Garcia friendship.

AKA: The team get stuck out of town after a case. Good thing they have something up their sleeve.

🖤 The Courage to Evolve and Heal by @spencermyangel, 1.5k, Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Insecure Spencer Reid, Autistic Spencer Reid, Bisexual Spencer Reid, Abused Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con

Going on a bear viewing camping trip may seem like an odd way to heal from the last year, at least that’s what Spencer thought but it may be just what he needed. For the Animal fic challenge.

❤️ Powerless by blackmariahlee, 6.7k, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Drug Withdrawal, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Spencer Reid, The BAU Team as Family, Protective Derek Morgan, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Protective Penelope Garcia, 12 Step Programs

Step One: We admitted that we were powerless over our addiction, that our lives had become unmanageable.

Click this link to send a fic rec or to be added to Fic Rec Friday Taglist. Tags below cut.

@ssa-sarahsunshine, @justiceforralvez, @brillianthijinx, @wherethewordsare, @lizzielovegood-blog, @merpancake, @sparklinspence, @spencersfunkysocks, @spencer-reids-adventures (you guys are added because you either seemed interested in the idea on discord and/or because I thought you might wanna be tagged)

#Maze's Fic Rec Friday #fic rec #fic rec friday #Criminal Minds #temily #moreid #hotchreid #ralvez #fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds fic rec

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thundervalleyalleycat · 2 years

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FIC MASTER LIST

JEMILY (Criminal Minds)

The Bet - 10/10 chapters, 21.6k words, Mature

College AU (Student/TA relationship)

Fluff, Smut, Humor

The Slip Up - OS, 2k words, Teen

Fluff

it’s hard to watch you leave right now - OS, 1.3k words, Teen

Angst, Microscopic Fluff

Part 1 of jemily sad fic one shots series

i’m gonna have to learn to let you go somehow - OS, 1.1k words, Teen

Angst, Pining

Part 2 of jemily sad fic one shots series

Part 1 of you hurt me, I hurt you… why? series

Karaoke - OS, 1.4k words, Teen

Fluff

When the Kiss Cam Fails Successfully - OS, 1.3k words, Teen

Fluff, Humor

2:22am - OS, 7.2k words, Teen

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining

driving in the rain - OS, 1.7k words, Teen

Minor College AU

Fluff, Awkward Flirting

Little League - OS, 2k words, Teen

Female Reader insert/POV

Baseball AU

Fluff, Jemily as Parents

i’ll move on, baby, just like you - OS, 1.1k words, Teen

Angst, Pining, Hurt/Microscopic Comfort

Part 3 of jemily sad fic one shots series

Part 2 of you hurt me, I hurt you… why? series

Rightfully Ours - 8/8 chapters, 32.5k words, Mature

Canon Divergence AU

Semi Case Fic

Angst, Slowish Burn

Father Dearest - OS, 3.1k words, Teen

Family Angst, Hurt/Comfort

i bet all i had on a thing called love - OS, 1.5k words, Teen

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Part 3 of you hurt me, I hurt you… why? series

Empty Nest - OS, 1.1k words, Explicit

Humor, Smut

the passenger seat of my car - 3/3 chapters, 18.7k words, Explicit

College AU

Fluff, Humor, Pining, Angst, Smut

First Person POV - Emily Prentiss

TEMILY (Criminal Minds)

Thank Me - OS, 2k words, Teen

Canon Adjacent Missing Scene

Fluff, Humor, Minor Angst

Criminal Minds Gift Exchange 2022

#jemily #fan fic #fic masterlist #criminal minds #temily

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lez-psycho · 2 years

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Welcome to the Emerald City

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jemily

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,629

“This was where she wanted to stay forever. Just the three of them curled up together on the couch, Henry dozing off on her lap and her head on Emily’s shoulder with Emily’s arm wrapped around her. Content, happy, a family.

There was nowhere else JJ would rather be.”

A/N: No, this fic is not a Wizard of Oz or Wicked AU, as fun as that might be. Out of everything I thought of, that happened to be the best fitting title. Also hi! It's been a hot second! I'm trying to get back into the vibe of writing a bit, which definitely took a hit that I did not expect during college, but hey, you get some fluff out of it!

Thanks to @write-it-motherfuckers on Tumblr for the prompt that sparked this idea: "Person A: I can't believe you went through with that, I was joking! Person B: You really should know better than to give me a challenge and not prepare for the consequences by now...Mind handing me a towel?"

As always, I don't own these characters and I am my own beta reader (which basically means I did absolutely nothing to proofread this so I hope it's good; I'm not the proofreading type, tbh). Feedback is always welcome and I hope you enjoy!

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#criminal minds #jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #henry lamontagne #fluff fanfic criminal minds fic it's pure fluff but i love jemily

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beware-of-you-98 · 3 years

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everything i do is all for you (jemily)

rating: g

warnings: none

words: 8k

it's as if, for emily, time stands still and everything that has happened throughout the night suddenly makes sense. she no longer feels confused about how strongly she's been reacting to the blonde, how easily smitten she's been acting towards jj all night. penelope's speech, the way she suddenly started to be more conscious of her wording, makes all the sense in the world. even eossi's cryptic message, which left emily stumped for the majority of the night, suddenly becomes crystal clear to her.

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(kind of an alternate version of this fic, but both stories can be read and enjoyed separately ☺️)

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #jemily family fluff #momily 🥺#jemily being moms #emily being soft #penelope garcia #derek morgan #david rossi #those three are the most important people in this besides the jemily family #everyone else is there too tho #queerminal minds #yes the title is tonight alive lyrics #no i have no shame

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vhsrights · 3 years

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MORE MOMILY BUT WITH A baby girl??? ;-;

this was super fun to write!! thank you :)

An Unusual Canvas

WC: 1794

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The soft footfalls of the little girl running on hardwood echoed against the walls. Her dark, silky curls bounced around her shoulders, flying freely behind her. Eyes full of sparkle, the girl was focused on her task. Small fingers grasped tighter around the brushes in her hand. She had to make sure that she got everything that her mama had asked for.

“Leia? Bird? Is that you?” The older woman was turned to face the far wall, her body perking up at the click of the doorjamb.

“Mama! I got the bushes!” The little girl lowered off of her tiptoes and pushed the door open.

“Brushes, Bird, they’re called brushes. Thank you. Are you ready?” The girl enthusiastically offered her hand forward, teeming with bristled brushes, to Emily.

Emily turned around and beamed at her daughter. Today, JJ was going out to run errands and Emily was going to paint Leia’s room. Well, she’d had a better idea but JJ didn’t need to know about that just yet. The girl in front of her somehow had managed to look like a spitting image of herself and her wife. That was one of the perks of being able to pick your donor, she believed.

“Br-bru-brushes.” The girl sounded the word out slowly, just like her Mommy had done when she taught her how to say “snack”. “Look, Mama, I said it! Brushes! Yeah, I wanna paint.”

Emily nodded zealously at the girl’s accomplishment and noted the twinkle in her eye. It was one that she saw in JJ’s when the blonde was focused on a task. She took the brushes from Leia and sprawled them on the dark mat that covered the light carpet. Turning to her side, she pulled the two paint cans close to the brushes, creating their “painting station”. Leia excitedly clapped her hands, ready to paint.

“Okay, so we are going to paint your room a nice yellow color. Then, I have a special surprise for you. Does that sound good?” When she received a staggering yes, Emily turned her attention back to the light, yellow paint can.

The girl nodded her head and pushed back her sleeves, copying Emily. She beckoned the little girl to her, spinning her around to pull her hair into a loose ponytail. They didn’t need paint getting in Leia’s hair too. Walking back to her spot on the wall, Leia clapped her hands. It was now time to paint. The floor was safely covered and the girls had everything they needed.

Emily reached over and handed Leia a wide, dark-bristled brush. She popped open the tin of paint, tediously demonstrating to Leia how to dip her brush in and remove the excess paint on the side. Leia’s eyes followed her every move and took in every detail. JJ and Emily had understood that her observation and logic skills were highly developed since she was a baby, making things more interesting for them. Mimicking her Mama’s motions, Leia got a large glob of paint on her brush. She looked over at Emily, hesitant to make the first mark.

“Together, Bird.” Emily held hope in her eyes, pushing Leia to smile as they simultaneously touched their brushes to the wall.

“Look, Mama! I’m doing it!” Her brushstrokes were even as she artfully glided her brush against the wall. She squealed out of excitement.

“Wow, Bird, that’s great. Why don’t we cover a little bit more with yellow before I tell you about the surprise?” Emily glanced over at the girl’s work, impressed at her proficiency. A natural artist, JJ will love that. “Just do that little bit by your knees and then we can stop with the yellow.”

“Okay, Mama.” Leia’s eyebrows furrowed and her tongue stuck out a little bit as she focused on her painting once more. Emily admired her daughter while setting down her own wide brush, selecting smaller brushes, and bringing the other paint forward.

“I’m done.” The little girl set down her brush and looked expectantly at Emily. “Surprise time?”

“Yes, Bird, surprise time. I know this is your room, and you picked the yellow, so I had an idea. We can do something to make the room really pretty and then show Mommy when she gets home. Do you want to draw butterflies with me?” Emily beamed at her daughter, knowing how much JJ would love the butterflies on the wall.

“Butterfly?” It took Leia a little bit of time to process. “Yeah, I wanna do it, Mama! We can make the room pretty for Mommy.”

“Sounds great, Bird. Okay then, pick a color to paint with. Do you want blue or red?” She gestured to the paint cans in front of the little girl.

“Blue! Blue! Mommy loves blue and I do too, so I wanna paint with blue.” Leia bounced up and down excitedly, teeming with new energy at the thought of drawing butterflies.

Emily and Leia giggled as they set up to draw their butterflies. Both took smaller brushes and carefully brought their paint to where they needed it. Leia sat on the ground beside Emily, eyeing her mama for directions on what to do.

“Okay, Bird, the first thing you’re gonna do is get some black and make a small, fat line like this.” The woman cautiously made the middle of the butterfly, making sure the paint didn’t run. She then turned her attention to what Leia was doing. “Perfect, just like that. You can stop it there.”

Guiding the little girl, Emily helped her draw the curved outline of each wing. They went slowly, monitoring the inching paintbrush extremely carefully. Satisfied with each exaggerated curve, Emily and Leia admired each of their butterfly outlines. Emily’s was heavily intricate, exhibiting multiple patterns and intricate lines. Every delicate stroke popped against the light wall, making Emily that much more excited to show JJ.

“Bird, are you ready to dry it? I have to use the hairdryer so that it’s not wet when we add your blue and my red.” Emily inquired the young girl was examining her dark outline on the wall. “I have it right here so we can put it on high and do it quickly.”

“Okay, Mama. You can dry it. I wanna add the blue.”

Leia backed away from the wall as Emily plugged in the dryer to the nearby outlet. The dryer was loud but it was efficient. Leia giggled at the warm, high-powered heat and decided to blow on the wall as well to help the process. Emily’s eyes filled with tears of laughter at her daughter’s adorable behavior. Several minutes passed and eventually the wall was dry.

“Mama, I dried it. Look, the butterfly is hot.”

“Yes, Bird, you did! Alright, now let’s add your blue and my red. Are you ready?”

“Mhmm. Let’s do it, Mama.”

Leia and Emily simultaneously dipped their brushes into their paint, eyeing the butterflies on the wall. Letting out a deep sigh, Leia followed Emily and put her first line of paint. She had been doing coloring books since she was a kid and staying in the lines had never been a problem for her. It may have been a shock to JJ and Emily, but this was the big leagues. No mess-ups were really allowed. The girl’s eyebrows furrowed once more, her tongue barely poking out from between her lips as she carefully added the blue to the yellow wall.

She had just finished a piece of the left-wing when she accidentally hit her brush against Emily’s arm. The blue was vibrant against her pale skin, the streak covering a part of her forearm. Leia froze and looked up to her Mama in surprise. Her lips moved to quickly form an “O”, not knowing what to say.

Emily didn’t look mad at her, so what was going to happen? The amusement on the brunette’s face intensified as she formed a plan. Opening all of the paint tins had already left residual pain on her hands, some accumulating perfectly on the tip of her pointer finger. Taking advantage of her daughter’s shock and letting her childish nature take over, Emily quickly bopped Leia’s nose.

The paint was cool against her nose and it took Leia a full 5 seconds to register what Emily had done. She crossed her eyes in hopes of seeing what had happened to her nose and spotted the paint.

“Mama, my nose is red! You put red on my nose.” Leia spoke with surprise lacing her voice. Emily tried her best to keep her laughter from bursting out.

“I did, Bird. You look like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.” Emily joked lightly as she tilted her head, examining Leia’s nose more.

“Rudoff? He looks funny.”

With that, Leia dissolved into giggles. She decided to copy Emily and touched the end of her brush. Taking quick and unsteady steps forward, attempting to bop Emily’s nose. She missed and her paint-laden finger gave her a blue cheek instead.

“Leia! Oh, come here you.” Emily laughed and grabbed Leia, who squealed as Emily took her thumb and ran it in a curved line across her forehead.

The two had gotten lost in their antics enough that they missed the sound of JJ’s shoes clicking against the hardwood. The blonde heard the two’s chuckles from down the hallway and wondered what was so funny. Emily was supposed to be painting Leia’s room. So what had they gotten into?

“Guys? What are you two doing?” JJ asked as she pushed the door open.

Emily and Leia froze. Mommy’s home. Without another thought, Emily turned the little girl around and held her up to JJ.

“Look, Jen. Simba.” The brunette looked slightly ridiculous sitting on the ground, their 5-year-old held up in her hands. Leia didn’t understand what just happened.

“What?”

“Simba,” Emily repeated herself with mirth on her face.

“You’re such a goof. Leia, what were you guys doing?” JJ turned to ask their daughter, knowing that Emily would not tell her what she wanted to hear.

“Making butterflies for you, Mommy. See, I made the blue one.” Leia dropped to the ground and pointed to her painting on the wall.

JJ almost gasped out of shock. Her first thought was to worry, but knowing Emily and how much she cared for Leia, there soon wasn’t a doubt in her mind that everything had been done correctly. The paintings were beautiful and so was her family.

“Aww, baby. They look so cute! Here, I’ll help you and we can put more butterflies on the wall.” JJ took off her shoes and coat, lowering to the ground on the other side of Leia. Giving Emily one loving glance, the family giggled and returned to their painting.

#writing #jemily #momily #userjemilyology #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #leia prentiss jareau #canvas #painting #fluff #they're a family #prompt #mc content hours

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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Fic Rec Friday

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✨Benefits of Friendship by @can-youimagine - 2.2k, 3ch, Penelope Garcia/Reader, Fluff, Getting Together, First Date, First Kiss, Babysitting, Meet-Cute

Your friend’s boss is faced with a bit of a babysitting emergency, so he calls you. After meeting his coworkers, a special technical analyst makes you wonder how he managed to keep them away from you for so long.

🌊NFWMB by @bau-gremlin - 1.5k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Spencer Reid, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Hotch, Protective Rossi

One minute, they're searching the outbuildings and the house of Jeremy Brenner, the latest sadist the BAU is tracking. The next minute, Spencer Reid is being held hostage, a gun jammed under his vest and blood dripping down his face. This is what happens next.

💎Gravity by Cirkne - 2.6k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Canon Drug Use, Canon Sexual Abuse, Pining, Getting Together, Fluff, Light Angst, Character Study, Canon Compliant

Something pulls him towards Derek

⚡️wreck my plans by dearevanheatherton - 2.2k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Getting Together, Fluff, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Haley Hotchner Bashing, Episode: S03E14 Damaged

He hadn’t really been in love for a while, and maybe his attentions had wandered, eyes starting to drift to a young genius, but he had stayed faithful, even when it meant getting yelled at for an hour every time he came home from a case, or watching Haley take phone calls she thought she could hide. Haley had been his first everything, and there was a strange comfort over the years of knowing he could count on her to understand him like nobody ever could.

They always did say it was hardest to profile one’s own life.

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🌙The Things We Learn by The58thAcademic - 8.1k, 5ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid's Tragic Backstory, Hurt Spencer Reid, Protective Team, Mutual Pining, Medical Innacuracies, Discussions of Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bullying, Canon Divergence, Side Jemily, Nightmares

Four times Derek Morgan found something out about Spencer Reid, and one time they talked about his discovery.

🌈Healing Touch by Rivermoon1970, 21k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Angst, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional and Sexual Abuse, Touch-Therapy, Healing, Touch-Starved, Hurt/Comfort, ABO Dynamics, Alpha Hotch, Omega Spencer, Smut, Mpreg

Spencer has been watching his Alpha for a while and knows something is wrong. When Aaron collapses during a case the whole team worries. What they find out about his marriage to Haely will shock all of them and when Spencer is asked to help Aaron with his recovery how will their friendship change?

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When Spencer falls down the stairs one morning he decides not to tell anyone, his insecurities about not being enough winning out. Too bad insecurities don't matter when they end up trekking through miles of barren land on a search and rescue mission, and his injuries finally become too much. The team know exactly what to say.

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