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[oneshotnewbie]

jennifer jareau x daughter reader where reader is a child and discovers how “funny” the use of the word “no” is? (JJ isn’t as amused as reader 😭) 💛

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Jennifer Jareau was usually a master at juggling her roles as an FBI agent and mother. But fate had other plans for this morning. As she made her way to the daycare to drop off her three-year-old daughter, she discovered that the daycare was closed due to unexpected water damage.

A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as JJ realized the situation and found herself standing in front of closed doors. She couldn't afford to take time off and there was no one to look after you on short notice. So she quickly decided to take you to work with her.

With a quick call to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit office to make sure Hotch was okay with bringing you with her, JJ set off, holding you in his arms. The sun slowly began to warm as it reached the building and the blonde tried to maintain her usual composure, even though she knew inside that this day would be anything but normal.

As she entered the BAU office, JJ caught the attention of her colleagues. Some gave her curious glances at the little girl on her hip, but her team couldn't hide the wide grins. They all loved you, and they were always happy to see you. However, they knew JJ well enough to know that she brought you to work with her for a reason.

"Hey sweetie," Emily Prentiss spoke in a sweet, squeaky tone as she walked towards the two of you. Her hands were outstretched, reaching for you as she took you from your mother's arms and placed you on her hip. "Are you okay, JJ?" She asked, a concerned tone in her voice as she placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and looked at you intently.

The blonde nodded curtly, smiling as she watched the black-haired one rock you back and forth as you laughed out loud in response. "The daycare is closed. I hope it's okay if y/n is here for the day to keep us company."

"We see so many dark things, it's nice to have someone here who just brings you joy and takes the darkness out of our job." Emily replied promptly and walked with you to the desks, where she handed you over to Morgan. "We'll all take care of her, JJ."

The blonde breathed out in relief and smiled gratefully. It was reassuring to know that she was surrounded by a team that was not only professional, but also caring and understanding.

You began to beam as you saw the unfamiliar surroundings of the BAU and Derek Morgan lifted you onto his lap and let you jump around. Your curious eyes darted from one colleague to the next as you clung to the toy you held in your hands and laughed out loud as Reid played peek-a-boo with you.

As the workday began at the BAU, JJ found herself in an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, situation. Between analyzing case files and meetings, she found moments to amuse you as you played with toys and played with the others.

It was a day full of unexpected events, but also a day that reminded her of the importance of having a supportive environment, whether at work or at home. But she never imagined that her next field mission with Emily, Aaron and Derek would come so suddenly. It was an urgent matter that required immediate attention and there was no time to delay. So the team headed out to combat the latest threat, and JJ could do nothing but ask Reid to look after you in her absence.

Reid, known for his brilliant mind and gentle disposition, accepted the responsibility of looking after you with a bright smile. Although he had little experience working with children, he was determined to do his best. As the blonde said goodbye to you, she felt a mix of worry and trust. She knew Reid would take good care of you, but she couldn't deny that she felt uncomfortable leaving you behind.

As JJ and the team delved into the case, time flew by and as the mission came to an end and they made their way back safely, she couldn't help but look forward to the impending reunion with you. She longed for your hug and your laughter to bring light into her life.

When they finally reached the BAU office, JJ felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She could hear your happy voice carrying through the hallway and her heart leapt with joy. But when she walked into the bullpen and her eyes fell on you, she froze in surprise.

You sat in Reid's chair, surrounded by your toys, holding a small foam ball in your hand. As she walked in, you turned to your mother and spoke with an adorable smile. "No!"

JJ's heart sank as she realized you had learned a new word - and clearly enjoyed using it. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Reid sitting cross-legged in front of you, an amused glint in his eyes. "She just said it like that," Reid explained with an amused tone. "She suddenly applied it to everything I told her."

JJ couldn't help but laugh as she sat on the floor next to him and pulled you into her arms. She was relieved to see that you had been in good hands and that you had obviously had a lot of fun.

Throughout the rest of the day you continued to use the word "no" with glee and your mother couldn't deny that she was slowly but surely reaching her limits. Since you discovered the word, nothing seemed to pass your indomitable little mouth. Every time JJ tried to give you instructions or get you to do something, the adamant "no" came back immediately - accompanied by a mischievous smile that suggested you knew exactly what you were doing.

Spencer Reid, who was obviously the source of this new development, could barely stop himself from laughing when he saw the blonde's desperate look. Derek and Emily also laughed at the frustration that was slowly building up within her. While Reid wasn't directly responsible for your newfound love of words, he had undoubtedly played his part by supervising you while you were away.

When JJ finally confronted Reid and asked him how it happened, she could barely contain her frustration. She turned to him as he shifted nervously in his chair, clearly trying to extricate himself from the affair. "Spencer, I know you spent all morning with her. And now there's no other word in her vocabulary. What happened?"

"Oh, uh, JJ I understand you're worried, but I swear I had nothing to do with it," he tried to talk his way out of the situation and JJ raised a skeptical eyebrow. "It's all part of a natural development process at this age."

She couldn't help but smile at his clumsy attempts to reassure her. Despite her annoyance at your constant use of a single, negative word, she couldn't blame her best friend. He had volunteered to look after you and tried to make sure you had a fun day.

Still, it was hard for her to hide her frustration. Thanks to him, you had developed a new passion for resistance and disobedience. Every time she tried to feed you or get you to sleep in Hotch's office, she was met with an insistent "no" - and although she tried to remain patient, it was a challenge that was slowly pushing you to your limits brought.

"Spenc, be honest with me. You were with her all day today. And now she's using that word like it's her new favorite phrase. There has to be a connection."

Reid cleared his throat uncomfortably and avoided her gaze. "Well, maybe I used it subconsciously without realizing it. You know, while we were talking about different things or she wasn't allowed to do something she wanted. But I assure you, it wasn't intentional."

The blonde sighed and massaged her temples, the slight frustration growing within her. "Spencer, I'm not mad at you. I know you were just trying to take care of her but it would help if you could watch what you say around her in the future. She's a vacuum cleaner, she takes in everything lately."

He nodded in understanding, his expression relieved as he pulled his best friend into a tight hug. "Of course, JJ. I'll pay attention. And if you need help getting her to stop using that word, I'm available."

The blonde smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The two exchanged a look of mutual understanding and trust. Although her frustration was with the unexpected development regarding the word "no," she knew that she could always count on Reid to help her whenever she needed support.

[demonicbaby666]

Hiya may I request

Reader is the one to find JJ bleeding out instead of Spencer. (In season 14. Pretty sure it was.) And waits by JJs bed for her to wake up.

Bedside Confessions

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.6+

Warnings: Blood, resuscitation, Will LaMontagne

A/n: Thanks for the request and I'm so sorry it took me so long, I was just dreading watching these scenes cause poor JJ. But tadahhh here it is in all its sad glory 💔

After hearing shots fired you sprinted into the parking lot to the sight that forever altered your life. It had taken mere moments to register what you were seeing, and it wasn’t until you were next to JJ did the reality of what was happening dawn on you, the severity of it. There she lay in a pool of crimson, choking up blood as she struggled to breathe, her life force slowly leaving her body. 

“JJ! Stay with me, come on.” You pleaded trying to simultaneously put pressure on her wound and call an ambulance. “JJ look at me, keep your eyes on me. I've got you okay?”

Another set of coughs echoed through the empty car park. Her gaze focussed on you, the spark was slowly draining from her ocean eyes, and her eyelids were beginning to close whilst you screamed the address down the phone and explained what was happening. 

“Don’t you dare give up on me Jennifer! Help is coming, I need you to stay with me.” 

Tears stung your eyes watching the woman you loved fade away right before your very eyes. Her breathing slowed until it almost came to a halt. Sirens blazed in the background, but your main focus was on JJ and the limp hand you were holding, squeezing lightly in hopes it would keep her conscious. 

Tears were free flowing and streaming down your face, the image before you engraving itself deep into your psyche. Hands came to move you out of the way, your brain was fighting and refusing to let go of the blonde’s hand, but logic finally won over knowing you had to let the medics get to work if she was to have a fighting chance. 

Everything happened so quickly after that, you rode in the back of the ambulance with them as they worked to stop the bleeding, meanwhile you never stopped letting JJ hear your voice, hoping it would keep her anchored and soothe her. 

By the time you’d reached the hospital everyone sprang into action whilst you tried to keep up, they wheeled JJ in and were all running around spouting information from one person to the other. “Gunshot wound to the upper torso, bullet entered under left arm no exit wound, pulse is steady, breathing is shallow.”

They brought the bed to a halt and hooked her up to machine after machine. “Stats are dropping,” Then the monitor stopped. “she’s crashing.”

Eyes widened and the world stopped, you looked at JJ’s lifeless body whilst yours mimicked hers, freezing up, paling, heart stopping in your chest. Doctors clambered around her, and paddles were charged, electrical currents worked to shock her heart back into a steady rhythm. 

“Clear.”

Everything was moving so fast there was barely time to be relieved before JJ was wheeled away to an operating room and a doctor was in your face asking question after question. 

“What?” You asked, eyes trying to follow JJ. 

“I said are you her partner? I saw a ring.” 

“No, he’s not here.” 

“Well, you’d better tell him to get here.” She said walking away, not quite realising the weight of her statement and the paralysing fright she’d inflicted on you. Fighting against every bone in your body you pulled out your phone and called Will. 

Your knee bounced up and down, you’d given up on trying to calm yourself after the first hour of waiting. When Will had come it was near impossible to reel in your feelings, so you had just conceded and let your mind spiral and body act out. 

“Agent Jareau’s out of surgery.” The exhausted doctor stood above you, half scaring you and half snapping back into reality. Her eyes searched around the room, “Is her husband here?”

“Yes, he stepped out to call their kids. How is she?” 

“She’s lost a lot of blood but she’s stable.”

“Will she be okay? Can I go see her?” You asked scrambling to your feet.

“Physically she’ll recover but until she regains consciousness, we won’t be able to tell whether she’s sustained any neurological damage. And yes.”

“Will she be able to hear me if I talk to her?”

“It’s unlikely Agent y/l/n.” sorrow laced every word, and it was as though the doctor had read you like an open book, saw the pain in your eyes, the gush of anguish held within your broken heart. “I’ll take you to her room and talk to her husband to give you some time.” She said with a small sorrowful smile. 

Being stood over her motionless body tugged at your heartstrings, the monitor beeped, mocking you, JJ may have been alive, but she wasn’t there with you. The only consciousness in that room was yours and it was both suffocating and empty. None of the warmth she naturally radiated was there, her face neutral, still so beautiful, but dull and stoic. Seeing her like this was enough to break you, your shoulders slumped and shook as you finally allowed yourself to emote for the first time in hours.

“I’m so sorry JJ, it should have been me. I can’t stop seeing you laying there, it me broke. I know things have been different between us ever since that night, but I need you to know-” you wanted to finish, you wanted to tell her everything, how that one single night months prior had made you feel the most alive you’d felt in years. You wanted her to know that all you could think about for the last few months was how soft her lips had been on yours, how perfect her naked clad body melded together with yours, how her ethereal moans echoed in your mind every time your head touched your pillow at night, how badly you wanted it all again. You wanted her to know you’d heard the three she muttered when she thought you were asleep.

“I need you to know that you have changed my life in so many ways. I know I pushed you away, I couldn’t handle knowing you loved me, so I ran. But I can’t lose you and I know I already have; I know I can never have you, but I can’t lose you JJ. I would rather feel all this pain of seeing you happy with Will and settle for just getting to see you smile again than have you gone. Please don’t leave me here without you.” 

Your face was now tearstained and puffy, and your mouth was moving faster than your brain could keep up with, words were free flowing like never before and there was no time in between to think. Even though she couldn’t hear you, she needed to know. You had to get it out, “I love you; I think I’ve always loved you JJ.” You finally breathed out as you sank next to her on the bed, head falling into your hands as quiet sobs left your lips.

“Y/n.”

Her eyes fluttered open and held within them you saw the pain and sorrow. She’d heard. She’d heard it all. Her hand reached for yours and squeezed, she frantically began searching your eyes then looking over your face, finally her gaze settled on your lips. JJ tried to sit up, but you gently placed a hand over her chest, stopping her from making any unnecessary movements. 

You kept your hand placed where it was when she settled back down, feeling her chest rise and fall, you could feel her heart pounding against her chest.  It was strong against the palm of your hand, it was beating, that’s all that mattered. Memories replayed in your mind of bare flesh against your hand, feeling her fierce heartbeat in the clutches of passion, the images of that night played over and over as you stared down into artic blue eyes. 

Her eyes found yours again, studying the emotions held within them, yours did the same before trailing a path to her lips. You brought a hand to her face and felt the soft warm skin, almost immediately JJ’s eyes flickered shut and a timid smile graced her lips. The room was suddenly transformed, minutes before it was cold and eerie and now it was only JJ’s homely presence that filled it, trapping you with in this very moment and encapsulating you in a blanket of mellow, balmy, temperate adoration. 

Finally gathering the courage, you leant down, bringing your lips to JJ’s. They were just as you remembered, soft and welcoming. Your lips moved slowly against each other for mere seconds before hurried footsteps came from outside and you pulled yourself away. Will emerged from outside the door, practically running to JJ’s side. You quickly made yourself scarce, backing off the bed and trying not to watch as the couple embraced each other. 

“I’m going to give you guys some space.” You whispered, turning towards the door. 

What did you think would happen? That this would be your happy ending. You had said it, admitted the truth, you would never have her. She was with Will. Knowing the truth and accepting it were two different things, you knew that one night you had with JJ and the fleeting kiss you had just shared were all you would have but that didn’t stop you from wanting more. 

As your feet carried you to the door you tried to focus on the one thing that mattered, she was alive. 

With your back turned away you failed to notice that blue eyes never tore themselves from you, watching as you exited the room that was now filled with confessions of what you believed to be unrequited love.

“I love you.” JJ breathed out, and though her arms were around Will, her tear filled eyes remained on you.

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[mediocre-writerr]

Hello, I have a Jennifer Jareau X fem reader request.

An unsub has a hostage and they're standing on a frozen lake and reader being the daredevil that she is, follows the unsub onto the ice. But, the ice starts to crack and the unsub pushes the victim into the water and reader jumps in after them, saving them. (Derek has to break the ice to get them out, JJ is Rs fiance.)

midnight rain [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of drowning, blood, and death, angst, a couple curse words

a mediocre author's note: hey guys! it's been a long time, i've missed you, and i hope you all are well! I hope you enjoy my first piece back!

*not my gif*

This case wasn’t supposed to be like every other. Things were supposed to work out differently. But someway, somehow, life just doesn’t play out that way. 

The snow was a soft powder and yet, the contradicting sounds of the snow being crunched at the bottom of your boots told a whole different story. A slight fog surrounded you and the team causing you to lose sight of them for a split second. Yet, the cries and pleads of the young girl was like a lighthouse, leading you to her. 

“There!” JJ shouted, as she pointed out towards the middle of the winter wonderland. The unsub punches the ice from underneath him, as the blonde girl is sobbing against him. 

A bright diamond blinded your eyes, as her hand raised towards the unsub and his victim. In an environment full of white snow and icy surfaces, the diamond was still the brightest thing out there, as it matched with the one that laced on your very own finger.

A promise that you vowed to her, that one day you’d marry her and spend the rest of your life with her. Sure, the diamond was bright, but nothing shined brighter then that promise. 

You took a step forward, but was quickly pulled back, by Spencer. A loud cracking filling your ear, as he pulled you down onto the powdery ground, “They’re on the river! The ice could crack and the current will drag you under!” 

“James Ashton, put your hands up where we can see them!” Hotch yelled, his deep voice echoing through the empty forest, “That girl you have in your arms right now, her name is Dakota Winchester. She is not your sister. She is not the one who killed your brother. Your sister is dead. She has been dead for the last two years. Now let her go,” 

“You’re lying!” he shouted back.

Emily shook her head, “We’re not, if you come back over here and bring Dakota with you safely, we’ll show you the evidence,” 

The 22 year old man stood there, blankly staring. All of you held your breath, the punching stop, and he took one step back to stable land. But in a blink of an eye, Dakota was plummeting into the depths of the freezing river, as James ran towards the other side of the river, and onto safer land. 

“No!” you screamed, and you took off running towards the middle of the river. 

“Y/N!” Hotch screamed. He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned towards the rest of the team, “Emily, Spencer, JJ, we need to follow James now. Derek,”

“Already on it!” Morgan responded, carefully following you onto the thin ice.

The blonde profiler shook her head, “I am not leaving here,” 

“JJ-” 

“Hotch, I am not going,” her voice was sterner than ever as her bright blue eyes stared at your figure running defensively towards the little hole in the middle of the river. And without a reply she followed you and Derek.

You stumbled along the ice, falling against the snow that laced along it. Your navy blue windbreaker stained a new white as you stared into the break of the river, “The current must’ve taken her,” you whispered to yourself. 

Your eyes wandered over the thin ice, in desperate search of the blonde girl. Her pale hand was shining bright against the transparent ice. Raising your right hand, you started punching the ice, letting out a groan as it collided with the rock solid ice. The blue and white surface was now stained red as your fist continued to collide with the ice.

“Y/L/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Derek’s voice echoed, and you could feel him getting closer, but all you could focus on was her. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you whispered over and over again. 

You lifted both of your hands up in the air as you started pounding harder and harder against the ice, your knuckles no longer hurting, but rather feeling numb. The ice finally broke and you saw the piercing blue of her eyes slowly start to lose its life. Her body slowly sinking deeper and deeper.

“Fuck it,” you whispered. 

Standing up, you took a deep breath, looking at JJ’s figure running towards you. A soft smile formed onto your face before you dived into the river at the girl, “No!” JJ screamed. 

The adrenaline that was coursing through your body was keeping you warm, as you swam after her. You were finally face to face with the blonde. The victim that reminded you all too well of the girl you are or well who you were trying not to be anymore. 

She was from the same wasteland town. A town full of beauty pageants and big pretenders. To some people it was paradise, but to you, to her, that town was a cage. A cage that kept you captive when all you wanted to do was be free. Some people thought of people like you and her as a daredevil, when in reality, you were just two girls wanting to make a name for yourself other than being trapped there. Sometimes you outgrow that mindset, once you get out, but you…you could never escape it. 

Your arms wrapped securely around the girl as you started swimming upwards. Derek’s hand reached out towards the icy water as he noticed you coming back towards them. His strong grip wrapped around Dakota's arms, pulling her out of the water. Just when you thought it was finally over, the current took you away. 

Burning. That was all you started to feel. The way your skin was on fire as your arms, legs, and lungs all fought to keep you alive. But the numbness was settling in. You didn’t want to fight anymore. You couldn’t fight anymore. 

JJ started flooding your mind, as the water started flooding your lungs, and a ringing started to fill your ears.

“Jennifer Jareau,” you took a deep breath trying to keep your voice from wavering, “I remember one day we were walking around New York City after one of our cases, and we stumbled across a penny. I told you that it wasn’t lucky because it wasn’t heads up. But you leaned down and you flipped it over and said,  ‘Now someone else can have good luck.’ From that moment on, I thought about that simple sentence over and over again, and I thought at that moment that I was that lucky person because that was the moment I realized how much I truly loved you. I love you more than anything and anyone and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So if you allow me, would you do me the greatest honor and spend the rest of your life with me?” 

A new shade of blue filled her eyes, a shade of blue that you vowed to never put on her face, but rather to comfort her instead, “Yes, of course I will,” she whispered back, “But you need to promise me one more thing,”

You let out a soft chuckle, “What’s a bigger promise than spending the rest of my life with you?”

“You’re a hero, Y/N. That’s one of the many things I love about you. But I want a family. I want someone who will stand by my side through thick and thin and put us first. No more running into danger. Just be with me,” she whispered. 

Taking her hands, kissing the top of them softly, “I promise,”

From the moments your lips touched, a montage flashed in your head. Picture perfect, shiny family. There would be big holidays, peppermint candy, the picture perfect family postcard. But for JJ that would be everyday. 

Maybe that’s why you were sitting here, currently drowning in the middle of the river. Maybe it’s karma. Making a promise to JJ that you don’t know how to keep. How to not be a daredevil and how to just be a bride. But maybe just maybe Derek will come and he’ll break through the ice and save you.

But Derek isn’t coming. No one’s coming. Your limbs are losing. Taking in a deep breath as the water closes in around you. Maybe now JJ could finally have the love she deserves. A cloud of darkness fills your vision and everything starts to get further and further away. 

The ringing in your ears started to slowly fade away, as a constant sound of beeping filled it. Your eyes were met with a bright light, but it wasn’t the snow, but rather a hospital light. 

“Hey,” JJ whispered from right next to you. 

“Hi,” you whispered back, “Is Dakota-?”

Your fiance nods, “She’s okay without you, she wouldn’t be here right now,” you smile to yourself softly, but you could feel the tension hang over you, like a fog over a small city.

Reaching over weakly, you squeeze JJ’s hand, “You can say it, whatever’s on your mind, you can say it,” 

“I love you,” she whispers, the shade of blue that you never wanted to cause form in her eyes was now there, “And I thought I almost lost you today. You were being reckless again, after you promised me you wouldn’t. I can’t think about us and our future, when all I can think about is how one day I’d come home from work and I’d have to tell our kids that mom’s not coming home because she ran towards the danger,” her voice cracked.

You could feel your own tears stinging your eyes and you knew it was coming. You were just waiting for the other foot to drop, “Now? I don’t even know if there will be a future for us. Or even if I even want us, anymore. I just need time to stop and think about it, okay? I’m taking a break from the BAU for a little bit, Hotch already approved,” JJ looked at her left hand, carefully sliding off the ring, and placing it on the tray next to you. 

Her warm hands cupped your still cold cheeks, wiping the tears that you didn’t even know had fallen. The blonde’s lips lit up a warmth inside you that was so desperately trying to be lit up again. 

“I love you,” you whisper to her. 

“And I love you. Maybe another time. Or another life,” she whispered back. 

Then with one last look she was out the door. You let out a shaky breath as the tears continued to fall, like midnight rain. Your eyes glanced down to the ring on your own finger, but it was just the silver band. The diamond was nowhere to be seen. It was lost, just like the promise you made to her, and just like the life you gave away.

“JJ?” Derek’s voice broke her out of her trance. His hands stained the same crimson red that yours had, as he punched the ice to save you. The blonde just hummed in response, her eyes resting on the paramedics wheeling you towards the ambulance, “I found this on the ice. I think it came from Y/N’s ring when she was punching through the ice. I thought you might want it. I know a guy who could fix the ring for you,” 

He handed her the bright diamond that once laid on your finger. Her fingers held onto the diamond, like her life depended on it, but she knew. She knew deep down that the ring would never be the same again, “It’s okay Derek, we can’t fix this,”

[jjsmaybank20]

Can you please write a Jennifer Jareau x fem reader fic with these prompts. 18. Brushing hands through the others hair while talking. 27. Kissing them to make them stop talking.

Relaxing

Jennifer Jereau x GN!reader

Summary: JJ has a tough case, so you help calm her down.

Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff

Word Count: 355

A/N: Sorry Anon, it's not my best work. Still hope you enjoy it!

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You know JJ better than anyone, so it was easy for you to tell when she has had a rough case. You could see it was bothering her, and you wanted to help her to settle her mind and relax.

She was currently pacing around the kitchen silently. You stood up from the couch, and made your way over to her.

You grabbed her hand and pulled her into you, rocking both of you back and forth. You felt her quickly relax into you, so you suddenly picked her up bridal style, making her squeal.

You carried her over to the couch and sat down on it with her on your lap. She snuggled up into your neck, placing gentle kisses there, making you shiver. She sighs, before starting to apologize. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, this case was just really tough for me, but I know I shouldn’t bring those problems hom-” You quickly cut her off by kissing her deeply. She melts into you as soon as she gets over her surprise.

You glare at her before saying, “Jennifer Jereau. Never apologize to me for being stressed or concerned again. I love you, and your mental health is important to me. I know how difficult these cases can be. How about we talk about it? Maybe then you can settle down.”

JJ looks at you with only love in her eyes. “God, I love you. Yeah, ok, we can talk about it.” 

She settled down with her head on your lap, and you immediately started running your hands through her hair. 

You could tell that she was close to falling asleep because she kept trailing off from her rant about the case. Once she finally stayed silent, you carefully picked her up and brought her up to bed.

You undressed her and put her in more comfortable clothes, before climbing into bed with her. She quickly snuggled into your chest, and mutters, “I love you so much.”

You kiss her head and say, “I love you too, Jayje. Get some rest now.”

Then you lay down, and get comfortable with the women you love practically on top of you.

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— Jennifer Jareau

College AU

Jennifer Jareau x m!reader

— In which, you are dragged to a college party by your friends, where you meet a friendly face.

CW: reader is a psych major. reader does not enjoy parties. implied underage drinking.

NOTES: first post! hope you all enjoy! :)

Your heart raced as the loud music and voices got closer and closer. You looked out the window of your friend’s car, grimacing as you saw the building before you. It was a big, two story frat house that sat on campus which was now completely trashed, yard covered in empty cups. You sighed to yourself, dreading the night ahead of you. Your friends, along with yourself had only arrived about 20 minutes late and the party was already in full effect.

“Alright guys, let’s get going,” Justin, one of your friends instructed.

You exited the car together, closing the door being you as the smell of beer flared through your nose. You followed as Justin lead the group inside, the music now blaring through your ears as strobe lights nearly blinded your eyes. Almost instantly, the group split up into their separate ways. You assumed they were off to find some beverages or girls to talk with.

You didn’t even agree to go to the party in the first place. You were easily aggravated with crowded areas and loud noises, unable to think with so much going on at once. However, Justin had assured you that he would stick by your side the whole time. So much for that plan.

Usually, you would’ve already been out the door, but without Justin, he didn’t have a ride back to your dorm, which was a good distance from the party. You sighed to yourself, squeezing through the large crowd, trying to find a beverage stand. You soon found the kitchen, spotting a plastic table set up for drinks. After about 2 minutes of getting through the tiny gaps between people, you had finally made it to the table, pouring a cup of fruit punch.

With a smile, you took a sip, cringing as the liquid burned down your throat. Of course it was spiked punch, why wouldn’t it be at a college party? Without anything to do with the cup, you continued to carry it in your hand. Maybe that way you wouldn’t look like a total loser.

SPLASH

Spoke too soon. The red liquid poured all over your shirt as two football players who were roughhousing bumped straight into you. The two didn’t even stop to see if you were okay, they just pushed past you and continued their play fighting. You should’ve just walked home. You dropped the cup to the floor, quickly finding the stairs to the second floor to search for a bathroom.

Of course, all of the doors upstairs were closed. It would be a matter of luck to find the bathroom. The first rooms down the hallway were messy bedrooms, the next seemed to be filled with chatter. It was best you didn’t go sneaking into any of those rooms. You finally reached the end of the hall with no luck, silently pleading for the last room to contain a bathroom. You turned the knob entering the room, being met with a much bigger and tidier bedroom this time, however, there was a blonde haired girl laying on the bed reading a book.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was in here. I’m so so sorry,” you quickly went to close the door, but the girl suddenly spoke with a laugh.

“You’re completely fine, you don’t have to go,” the girls voice told him.

You opened the door again, finally meeting her eyes, standing in place as the girl adjusted herself, now sitting on the edge of the bed with her book closed. You glanced down at the book which looked to be a familiar psychology textbook. You then noticed that this wasn’t the first time you had seen the girl before him. She sat two seats down from you in your psychology lectures. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t stolen a few glances from her. She was beautiful.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude on your studying. I just- I have a bit of a situation here,” you said, looking down at the red stained shirt that stuck to your skin.

“It’s really no problem. I could use the company anyways, I’ve been reading the same page over and over again from all the noise. Too hard to focus,” she said with a soft laugh. “Here, there’s a bathroom right in here,” she said, leading you into the bathroom.

You followed behind her, watching as she prepared a warm wet towel for you to clean up with. You stood beside her as she handed over the towel, responding with a tight smile of appreciation. You looked in the mirror, wiping off your face first, along with your red stained hands before moving to your shirt.

“So, let me guess. You either are really clumsy, or you got a first hand experience with the jocks,” the girl guessed, causing your to manage smile at her in the mirror.

“Looks like we’ve got a winner. Some assholes from the football team don’t know what self awareness is,” you said, raising your brow as you shook your head.

You eventually gave up on trying to clean the stained shirt, setting down the towel over the sink. You then turned to the girl again, thinking about whether or not to bring up their psychology class together. Oh, what the hell, why not?

“You’re in Professor Wright’s psychology class. Jennifer, right?” you asked, hoping the girl would at least notice who you were. It would be quite an awkward moment if she didn’t. Luckily, her face lit up.

“Yeah! I knew I noticed you from somewhere. It’s Y/N, right? You can call me JJ,” she said, smiling as she held her hand out towards you.

“Well, it’s great to finally meet you JJ. If you don’t mind me asking— what are you studying psych for?” you asked, deciding to move the conversation back into the bedroom where you now sat on the floor, back leaned against the side of the queen sized mattress. JJ soon joined you, sitting at your side.

“I’m wanting to go into the FBI someday, work for forensic psychology. Maybe be a profiler one day, but I’m mostly focused on becoming a communications liaison for them. I think I’d be better off helping out the families while the others do their work,” JJ explained. You immediately had a burst of excitement.

“No way, I’m actually wanting to be a profiler for the FBI! I just think the human mind is so fascinating. Learning about how each individual’s brain works is just so interesting to me. Did you know that-“ you quickly cut yourself off, realizing that you were rambling out of excitement. You didn’t know many people who had the same interests as you, some of your “friends” even tended to make fun of you for it.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble like that. Bad habit of mine,” you apologized, lowering your head in embarrassment. You hoped that you hadn’t already annoyed one of the only nice people in school.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I’m just as interested as you are. Besides, who knows? We might be working together some day,” she said with a gentle smile towards you which you gladly returned.

“Hey, um. I know we don’t know each other that well, but would you maybe want to… get out of here? I know a couple of restaurants still open a couple blocks down. My treat,” you offered, getting up to your feet again, offering you hand to JJ.

“I’d really like that,” JJ simply said, smiling again as she took your hand.

The two of you eventually managed your way through the still packed crowd, wasting no time to rush out of the door together. You walked side by side, hands gently brushing up against each other. You finally took the initiative of slipping her hand into your own, looking down at her to see if she was comfortable. When you looked down, JJ was already smiling up at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You smiled to yourself as you continued down the sidewalk. Maybe college parties weren’t all that bad.

[garciaasfluffypen]

I’m in neeeeeed of an angsty jjxreader. Your writing is my favourite on here❤️

i got chu bestie.

leave me alone

pairing: jjxreader wc: 1066 TW: implied self harm

a/n: i can't remember if i ever posted this on here, but it's 100% on my wattpad so if you feel like you read this you probably did LMAO

you really didn’t want to go through this. you really didn’t. there were so many other things you would rather be doing, and avoiding one of your best friends definitely wasn’t in the plan. you had done everything in your power to avoid telling jj what was really going on, but she was starting to figure out that you weren’t as okay as you made yourself seem.  

it wasn’t until a case in new jersey that she really noticed something was wrong- you kept picking at your lip, and you were wearing long sleeve tee-shirts. you rarely wore long sleeve tee-shirts, since you loved to show off the giant rose tattoo you had on your forearm. you had started to use the excuse that it was cold since it was beginning to be winter, but now it was june and you were still in long sleeves. another thing that had tripped jj up was the fact you had stopped putting effort into your appearance. you would just throw your hair up into a bun or a ponytail, rarely making the effort to do your makeup unless you really felt like you needed to. she noticed you were wearing the same shirt multiple days in a week, which wasn’t like you. you usually spaced out how frequently you wore a shirt, even if it was new. you had started to slip, and she knew it. 

which was how you found yourself avoiding jj at all costs. you would head to bed early while the team was going out for drinks, or just straight up refuse to go to rossi’s for pasta nights. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to hang out with your team, it was that you just didn’t want to hang out with jj. you didn’t want her to question you and you sure as hell weren’t ready to break down into tears around her. you were strong, you could do this. 

or so you thought. 

it was a rainy night in seattle when you eyed the razor in your go-bag. the case had been a tough one, and you were just itching for the release. but, you were still at the station- you couldn’t do much now. you could only hope that hotch would send you back to the hotel for the night so you could be in peace. you needed a good cry, especially after the events of the day. it was only a matter of time before you were going to break down. and you needed to break down alone in the solace of your hotel room. 

thankfully since you were the newest member, you were usually the odd one out and got put into the solo room. you never minded this, since it meant you could decompress by yourself. it was nice, being able to be alone sometimes- especially after benign surrounded by people all day. there were days much like this one where you’d rather be alone, but sometimes you could just feel the stare of one jennifer jareau and knew that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it.

the second hotch dismissed you for the night, you practically ran to the cars, hopping into the one that morgan was driving and hoping that jj wouldn’t come in. she didn’t, and you made it back to the hotel without seeing her. you got your room key out of your bag and smiled over at morgan, rossi and reid, shooting them a small wave before you went into the room. 

you locked the door straight away, grabbing everything you knew you would need. before you knew it, you were standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, staring at yourself. thin little red lines filled up your left arm, your tattoo taking up your right, mostly covering some old scars that had yet to fully fade. the scars of what once were, and the scars of what had been. there were many stories behind them, most of them not good ones. you hated recounting those moments behind some of the larger ones, which you had covered up with the tattoo. but the other ones, those were more recent. you weren’t sure why you started, but you did. either way, it made you feel better, and that's all you wanted to feel right now. 

you were stopped by a knock on the door to your room, a pause, and then a slightly louder lock. there were only so many people it could be, and you knew that if it wasn’t emily, it was going to be jj.  you had wanted to save her from the heartbreak of seeing you like this, but you knew it was going to happen eventually. you pulled on the closest shirt you could find, barely noticing the fact it was short sleeved until you opened the door. 

jj’s eyes trailed down your body, landing on the scars and then falling to the razor in your hand. she pushed past you inside, leaving you to shut the door behind her. 

“y/n- talk to me. what’s going on?”

“jj…”

“is this why you’ve been acting so weird lately?” you didn’t answer. “y/n.”

“please, leave me alone.” 

“i’m not going to leave you alone,” jj stepped closer to you, freezing as you flinched. “you don’t have to go through this without someone to talk to.” 

“i really don’t want to talk, jennifer.” 

she pouted at the use of her full name. “i’m not leaving, y/n. not when you’re like this.” she took another step closer to you. “you’re hurting, and i know you don’t want to talk but you need to. you can’t keep your emotions to yourself. let me help you, y/n. please.” 

you let the tears fall, letting the razor drop to the floor as she took you into her arms, wrapping her arms around you. you cried for a while, standing there in the protection of her arms. you finally stopped a while later, reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. 

“do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“but what about emily?” 

jj chuckled. “she’ll understand. come on, lets get you over to my room, yeah?” 

you nodded, grabbing your bag. you had thought this was going to go a lot worse, but thankfully it didn’t. you could count on jj, and this was the moment that proved it. 

[smartycvnt]

countdown

pairing: jennifer jareau x reader

Three seconds. Three seconds and you would have been buried in a wooden box. You were terrified, naturally, and had no idea how to handle it. There was no way that you could have stayed in DC and worked for the BAU anymore. It wasn't like they even really needed you. Spencer could do your job, he had made it very clear when you came in that you weren't necessary. You were placed there because of your last name and the fact that you had no useful areas of expertise for any other unit. Knowing that they wouldn't be missing a vital part of their team made it a little easier for you to walk away.

Two words. I'm sorry. The text had gone to Garcia. You had no idea where the team was. They had gone out without you. Hotch and Rossi wouldn't have reinstated you so quickly if you had asked anyways. JJ had fought for you though, yelling until her voice had gone hoarse to let you come back. You weren't ready though, you'd never be ready to come back. Garcia would understand, better than anyone else on the team would. Even better than JJ. Garcia would be the first to forgive you, maybe even the only one.

One destination. There weren't a lot of places that you could think to go. You had no family anywhere in the country except for DC. You weren't welcome in your hometown, not anymore. There were hundreds of cities and towns you had traveled to in your time with the BAU, but there was only one that had charmed you. It brought a smile to your face every single time you thought about it. Hopefully JJ would know you well enough to figure out where you were headed. She was usually the one to remember the little things others tended to forget. JJ would know where to find you when it was time.

Zero ties. There was a feeling of regret inside of you as you walked off of the bus. North Carolina dirt crunching under your feet, just like it had during one of your first cases. Just like before, there had been a cool breeze coming from the direction of the beach. Unlike before, you were all alone this time. This was a fresh start, your fresh start away from the BAU. You didn't know what you'd do, but first you needed to find a place to stay. This was where you'd build your new life, one far away from the dangers and horror stories that you had allowed yourself to nearly drown in before.

[spencestiel-michelle]

*Fire alarms go off in FBI building at 7:45 am*

Hotch: alright, that’s the annual fire drill. everybody stay calm and exit the-

*Penelope RUNS out of the room*

Hotch: GARCIA? 

Penelope, running down the hall: I NEED MY PLUSHIESSSS. THEY WILL SURVIVE!!!

Hotch: it’s just a drill-

Reid, fretting: HAS EVERYBODY READ MY EMERGENCY FIRE DRILL PROCEDURES???

*Emily throws herself through the glass window* 

Derek: we’re on the sixth floor, how’s she gonna…? 

Hotch: will everyone please calm down, it’s ONLY a- 

*Reid stops, drops, and rolls around the floor* 

Derek shrugs and starts doing super-spy moves (somersaults, unnecessary turns, etc.) to maneuver around the building, evading the “fire”

Hotch: i truly don’t know why i even try…… where’s Dave? 

*David Rossi has yet to step inside the building this morning with the foreknowledge of the annual fire drill*

Rossi, sipping coffee, leaning against the building: i wonder how he’s doing this year. 

*JJ arrives late*

JJ: hey, what’d i miss? 

Rossi: annual fire drill. 

JJ: ah.

JJ: ooh. 

Rossi: yeah. 

[reidreaders]

Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 8

Warnings: throwing up, a lil sexual

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y/n out n about

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drreid I had the best day with you!

-> y/n 😘😘

davidrossi Have fun kids!

babygirlpg love ur outfit Spencer!

-> drreid Thanks, Garcia!

emprentiss lowkey weird seeing him wear something that's not a suit

-> chocthunder ikr I didn't know he had other clothes

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y/n 🚨ROSSI SIGHTING🚨

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davidrossi It was nice running into you!

-> y/n it was so good to see you!

chocthunder I have a rossi sighting every day of my life

-> emprentiss real

-> drreid real

-> chocthunder real??

-> drreid @/y/n taught me

babygirlpg they're so bff

-> y/n ikr

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y/n squealing cause look what I came home to

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drreid I'm glad you were excited! I love you ❤️

-> y/n I LOVE YOU STOP

davidrossi Nice job, Spencer! I can see you're putting those cooking lessons to good use.

ssahotchner Looks good!

babygirlpg im squealing for you this is so sweet!

-> y/n I KNOW

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y/n I love u @/drreid

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drreid I love you, too!

jenniferj this is so cute!!

babygirlpg I love u guys so much im going to throw up

-> chocthunder im going to throw up for other reasons

-> emprentiss im going to throw up bc they're making me feel so single

-> babygirlpg oh so true

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y/n hes so FINE I can't

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emprentiss not y/n being horny on main

-> jenniferj im not even surprised at this point

-> babygirlpg me neither but I wholeheartedly support it

-> y/n thanks penny 😘

ssahotchner I feel like I'm not supposed to be seeing this.

-> drreid Yeah, I wish you hadn't.

-> y/n sorry spence ❤️

idk why some of these pics keep uploading funny so sorry ab that but if anyone knows how to fix it lmk anywaysssss hope y'all enjoyed ily

MASTERLIST

[freckles-things]

Your camera roll that proofs that the team knows how to have fun:

[ddejavvu]

Texting the BAU: Would they still love you if you were a worm?

I'm not sure if anyone's ever done this before, but I was inspired by the AI voice tiktok that I saw of 'Hotch' answering this question! The user that posted the tiktok I saw was 'shiftershiz', I thought their video was really cool and I owe them the inspiration for this post!

This post has Hotch, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, Reid, and Prentiss. If you'd like to request a temp agent that I didn't include, or an earlier one that got written off, please do so in my inbox, I'd be happy to make more :)

I apologize if some of these pictures are a bit longer than others, I cut the conversation into two 'screenshots' when I could but sometimes it was easier just to stretch them out a teeny bit.

(Almost) all of these can be read as either platonic or romantic, the only hitch is that I mention Will in JJ's post so unless you're envisioning a throuple that one won't work </3

Images under cut to avoid a long post, happy texting!

Hotch:

Garcia:

Morgan:

Rossi:

JJ:

Reid:

Prentiss:

[juniperskye]

Who Are You Again?

Based on the following ask: I had another plot thought! Aaron x BAU Reader (female or gender neutral) where Reader disobeys an order to save a victim and gets hurt really bad. Reader wakes up in the hospital to Aaron who is angry at first but then is shocked when it turns out that Reader has retrograde amnesia from the injury. Reader has forgotten their entire career in the BAU and even that They and Aaron were secretly dating! Last thing Reader actually remembers was attending a lecture in college where Aaron was a guest speaker and Reader developed a crush on him! Now Aaron has to carefully navigate helping Reader recover without outing their relationship to anyone else. Or maybe he wonders if it's better they forget? But for a HEA ending definitely Aaron doing something romantic sparks a memory and helps everything come flooding back. @nyxwolph thank you for requesting again and trusting me with your ideas! – I did have to change things up a bit (I struggled big time with this one)

Aaron Hotchner x BAU! Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5336

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap, some language, BAU canon typical violence, mention of parent death, mention of kidnapping, mention of Haley and Jack, secret relationship, let me know if I missed any!!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.” Essentially, something as small as a butterfly flapping its wings could cause something as catastrophic as a tornado.  

Aaron wondered what small event happened that led to this moment right now. A moment that would change the trajectory of your lives forever.

*36 hours earlier*

“Garcia has the unsubs location; he’s headed down a backroad just east of the 95.” Aaron said.

“He’s devolving, he’s probably going to try and dispose of his latest victim.” Morgan chimed in.

“Not if we have anything to do with it.” JJ replied.

“His location is being shared with you all, everyone be safe, at this point he’s going to be willing to do anything to avoid prison.” Hotch added.

“I’m close by, I am going to go try and cut him off.” You suggested.

The team expressed their worry and care and urged you to be careful. The only thing you had on your mind, however, was saving the five-year-old boy this unsub had hidden. You drove as fast as your vehicle would allow, you had to get to the unsub. You had to save that boy.

As you got closer to the location Garcia had shared, you could see the dust trail the unsubs car was leaving down the road. You thought about your options, and you made a snap decision. Drive on, no matter the consequences – take out the unsub’s car. So that’s what you did.

You drove forward and your car t-boned the unsubs, only you hadn’t considered that he’d be driving a semi tractor. Upon impact, your SUV was crushed, in your rush to get to the unsub you’d forgotten to put on your seatbelt and your body was ejected through the windshield.

The accident was enough to stop the unsub long enough for the team to arrive. As they surveyed the scene, Aaron’s stomach dropped. He immediately began barking orders, demanding medics, and sending agents to the unsubs’ farm to find the boy.  Throughout everything he refused to leave your side.

*Present Day*

“Sir, we had to place her in a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in her brain to go down.” The doctor explained.

“Is there an estimate as to how long it’ll be until she wakes up?” Aaron asked.

“With these kinds of injuries, it’s hard to say. The brain is a tricky thing, and no two injuries are alike. We just have to wait and see.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said, shaking the doctor’s hand.

Your doctor made her exit and Aaron moved to the seat beside your bed. He gently took your hand in his own placing a kiss to the back of it before returning it to your side. Aaron had thought back to the night everything changed.

*One year earlier*

“Hey Hotch, here’s that report you asked for. You aren’t staying are you?” You asked, glancing at your watch.

“Thanks, and yeah I had a few things I needed to finish up.”

You made your way over to Aaron’s couch, dropped your bag to the floor, and shrugged your jacket off. You pulled your phone out to see what was still open for delivery in the area. Aaron and you had shared many nights like this, spending late nights together in his office. The two of you had grown very close over the years, so much so that David had outright asked Aaron if you two were dating. To which Aaron let out an awkward chuckle and denied the accusation. If only he knew.

“What are you doing? You should head home.” Aaron said.

“Well, you should too, and you aren’t, so I guess that means we’re ordering dinner.” You smiled at him.

“I love you.” Aaron said simply.

“What?” You were stunned.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t – I um….”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Aaron made his way over to you, gently caressed your face and kissed you. It was everything you had ever imagined. There had been this tension between the two of you over the last two years and it was all finally coming together.

After that night, Aaron and you had agreed to keep your relationship under wraps, to avoid any potential disruption to the team, but also any question as to your position on the team. Aaron didn’t want anyone to question the fact that it was your skills and resume alone that got you to where you are.

Yours and Aaron’s relationship blossomed after that night, but not without hardships. Aaron and you faced a lot of adversity in multiple aspects of your relationship; you had a hard time trusting people, Aaron had been self-conscious of your age gap, and you both couldn’t help but feel that you weren’t good enough for the other (not that either of you would bring it up).

*Present Day*

A tear fell from Aaron’s eye, he couldn’t fathom losing you. This was all part of the reason he didn’t want to get serious with someone after Haley, but then you came into his life. You’d come in and made yourself known with your kind eyes and witty charm; how could he not fall in love with you.

Aaron fell for you slowly then all at once, it came naturally, and he couldn’t help it. He knew that the team had their suspicions and honestly over the last year there had been some close calls, but you had ultimately maintained the secrecy of your relationship.

In this moment, Aaron couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and regret over the fact that he’d asked you to keep things quiet. Had he let the team in on your relationship, he could’ve done a better job at keeping you safe.

*2 Weeks Later*

Aaron had been by your side as much as possible over the last two weeks, which is exactly where he was when you started to stir. Aaron shot straight up in his seat, his hand quickly reaching for your own.

You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your throat, your body hurt so bad, and you felt very confused. You attempted to open your eyes but immediately regretted it – the bright fluorescents adding to the pounding in your head. As you blinked through the brightness of the room, you glanced over to your bedside, noticing a tall man seated there.

“What on earth were you thinking? Driving into the unsub like that, you could’ve been killed. Your actions were reckless and unacceptable.” The man scolded you.

You couldn’t find it in you to reply, your head was pounding. You brought your hand up to your forehead and gently press the heel of your palm into it, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.

“Sweetheart hold on, I’ll go get your doctor.” A deep voice sounded from your bedside.

Before you could question the pet name, you heard the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the linoleum floors.

The man returned with your doctor; he dimmed the lights slightly on his way back to your bedside. He moved to grab your hand again, to which you shifted, wringing your hands nervously in your lap.

“Hello, I’m doctor Raynor. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a truck, what happened?” You questioned, giving your doctor and the man a once over.

You recognized the man; it was Special Agent Hotchner of the BAU. What was he doing here? What happened?

“Well, you were involved in an accident, can you tell me what you remember?” Dr. Raynor inquired.

“I um, well, I was leaving a lecture.” Your gaze shifted to Agent Hotchner “Your lecture actually, you were talking about MO’s. I guess the accident was after that?” You couldn’t help but notice Agent Hotchner’s expression faulter.

Your doctor looked over at Agent Hotchner and he shook his head. The two of them seemingly knew something you didn’t. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d just given the wrong answer in front of the class. Dr. Raynor had gone through the rest of your injuries with you, multiple lacerations that had required stitches, a few broken ribs, a broken wrist, and of course your TBI. Once she was done she gave you a somber look.

“Would you excuse us for just a moment? I am going to send in one of your nurses to check you over and I’ll be back in just a moment.” Dr. Raynor said.

“Oh, okay.”

Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner left your room, and you tried your best to listen to their conversation.

*Hotch’s POV*

She doesn’t remember me, well us. It’s like the last five years have just disappeared.

“Agent Hotchner, I gather that the lecture she’s referring to did not occur two weeks ago when she was brought in.”

“No, that lecture was nearly five years ago.” I explained.

“This would be a case of retrograde amnesia, if she’s lost recent memories.” Dr. Raynor replied.

“Will her memory return?”

“It’s hard to say.”

While Aaron was completely devastated, he couldn’t help the doubt that creeped into his mind, telling him “This is for the best”.

*Normal POV*

Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner looked extremely serious, and you started to feel nauseous. Something was obviously wrong. You watched as their conversation ceased and they made their way back into the room.

Something must have happened, why would Agent Hotchner be here.

“Alright, it would appear that due to the brain trauma you sustained in your accident, you are experiencing what we describe as retrograde amnesia. This is when you can’t recall memories from your past. Based on your most recent memory, it appears as if you’ve lost approximately five years.” Dr. Raynor explained.

“Five years? Five years of memories are just gone. I don’t understand. If that’s true then why are you here?” You asked gesturing to Agent Hotchner.

“Well, you work for the BAU. You have for about three years now.”

“I do? I – I, this is a lot. What does this mean? Have you called my emergency contact?” You asked.

“I uh – I am your emergency contact.” Agent Hotchner spoke up.

“What, why? It has always been my mom, I don’t understand.”

“I’m so sorry, your mom, she uh – she passed last year. That’s when you switched it over to me.” Agent Hotchner’s gaze shifted down to his shoes.

“She’s gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Okay, this has been quite a bit of information. The most important thing right now is getting healthy. We want to keep you here a little longer to continue monitoring the swelling in your brain. Once we’ve confirmed it has gone down, you’ll want to get back in your usual routine, that is the best shot at getting your memory back.” Dr. Raynor gently patted your leg.

“How am I meant to get back to my normal routine when I don’t know it? The one person I had, I just found out is dead.”

“Given that Agent Hotchner is your emergency contact, we would be able to release you into his care. For now, we just need to stay positive.” With that, Dr. Raynor made her exit.

“I know this is a lot, but the BAU, we’re like a family, that includes you. Each member of the team is going to be willing to do anything to help you throughout this process.” Agent Hotchner said.

Part of you knew you could trust him; he had kind eyes, and you knew he was genuine. However, the other part of you felt so hopeless, like a lost kid in a department store. How were you meant to go home with this man who you didn’t know.

*Five Days Later*

“Do you have everything?” Aaron asked.

He had been with you every day for the last five days. He had brought you some things from your apartment and asked you to call him Aaron for now while you were “getting to know him”. You had to admit, it had been pretty nice talking with him the last few days.

“I think so!” You looked over at him. “I know that I am meant to be staying with you, at least until I’m fully healed, but could we go to my apartment first? I’d like to see it and maybe go through some of my things?”

“Of course we can.” Aaron nodded, gesturing towards the door.

The drive to your place was filled with small talk, mostly you asking Aaron questions about the BAU and the time you’ve spent there. It felt weird asking the man who is technically your boss about your personal life.

When you arrived, Aaron made sure to open your door for you and carry your bag into your home. He led you inside and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he seemed in your place, like he’d been there before. Like he belonged there. You shook the thought from your mind.

“I got you a new phone, it’s all set up for you.” Aaron said handing you the device.

“Thanks! Were they able to back up the old one? I was hoping to go through old texts and pictures to gather some insight into my life. God that sounds weird.” You huffed out a breath.

“I have our technical analyst Penelope Garcia working on that for you.” Aaron informed you.

“That’s great, thank you.”

The truth was, Aaron didn’t have Garcia backing up your old phone, at least not yet. He knew that if he had brought it to her she would uncover all the private texts and photos that you two had shared over the last year. He didn’t want to risk everyone finding out about your relationship, especially now when he wasn’t sure what your future would hold.

Aaron watched you as you made your way around your apartment. You wandered slowly around letting your fingers graze the spines of books on your shelves, picture frames on the walls and tchotchkes that were strewn about your desk and shelves. 

He so badly wanted to pull you into his arms, kiss your head and tell you that everything was going to be okay. He wanted you to know that he wasn’t just your boss. But he also thought about all the things that could go wrong if he told you. You could question your own ethics and fall into self-loathing with the thought that you’d potentially slept your way to the top – this was the furthest thing from the truth, but he knew you and the way your mind spiraled. He wondered if it would just be easier if he let you find yourself all on your own, to let this thing between you go and hope that maybe you’d find your way back to him again.

When he looked over to you once again, he saw that you had found a photo album. It was one he was very familiar with; Garcia had gotten it for you on your 1-year BAU anniversary and filled it halfway. Since then, you’d continue to add to it all the photos you’d taken with the team.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until a tear had fallen onto the picture you were currently examining. Your emotions were running high, looking through the album was so strange it felt like looking at a stranger and yet it was you in photo after photo looking happier than ever with these people you couldn’t remember.

You felt the couch dip beside you and Aaron gently rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I can’t imagine how overwhelming this all must be. I know that I can’t understand but I am here for you and I’m happy to lend an ear if you want to talk about it.” Aaron quietly soothed you.

“Thank you so much Aaron. I just don’t know how to wrap my head around this being me but not remembering it. Clearly you all mean so much to me and yet I have no recollection of any of this.” You sobbed.

Aaron and you sat like that on your couch for a while. He gave you the time you needed to calm down, while holding you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You felt oddly comfortable there in his arms, your mind shifted to the thought that enjoying the way his arms felt around you was also incredibly inappropriate given that he was your boss. At that thought you shifted slightly. You thought back to why you had signed up to audit Aaron’s lecture and while the main reason was the knowledge he’d lend you, a part of you allowed his looks to give you that final push in signing up.

“I should probably grab a few things so we can head out.” You whispered.

“Do you need any help?” Aaron asked.

“I should be okay, but I’ll let you know!”

Aaron drove the two of you back to his apartment, for the time being he had asked Jessica to keep Jack, this way you could adjust, and Jack also wouldn’t out your relationship. Aaron had his guest bedroom set up for you, he’d set it up with some of your favorite things. A lavender scented candle, extra pillows, a fluffy blanket, and he made sure to set a small trinket dish on the dresser, so you’d have a place to put your jewelry.

These of course were all things Aaron had previously had at his place for you. When you two had gotten increasingly more serious, he encouraged you to leave some stuff at his place and he’d gone as far as to supply some of your favorites around his home for you.

Aaron led you into his home and you couldn’t help but glance around, really taking in your surroundings. You couldn’t help but take note of a few things as he showed you around; there was a photo missing from the side table next to the couch (you could see the tiny bit of dust that must’ve collected around it), the pantry was stocked with quite a few of your favorite snacks, there was a pink coffee mug in the cabinet, and lastly, tucked under the shoe rack near the front door were a pair of fluffy gray slippers.

You couldn’t explain why, but there was a slight pang of jealousy in you as you thought of Aaron having a girlfriend. You knew you had no right to feel that way and it would be incredibly inappropriate, but it was a gut reaction.

*One Week Later*

Aaron and you had fallen into a weird sort of routine, it started to feel a lot like the 50’s, you making dinner and cleaning while he worked. You were starting to get a bit stir crazy, which is exactly why you were so excited today. Garcia would be coming by to see you; she was bringing over a bunch of photos and videos of you with the team throughout the last three years.

It was a paperwork catch-up day for the BAU, so Aaron had given Penelope the go ahead to take a long lunch and spend some time with you. So, when a knock on the door rang through the apartment, you couldn’t help the burst of excitement that coursed its way through your veins.

“Hi Penelope!”

“Hey babe! How are you feeling?” She asked, giving you a look of concern.

“I’m feeling pretty good, you know, except for the missing five years of memories thing.”  You let out a low chuckle.

“Oh goodness! Well, I’ve brought a ton of stuff that might help bring some stuff back. I read that sense of smell is the sense that links with memories the strongest so have a bunch of things for you to smell while you look at photos in hopes something will come back to you.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” You smiled at Penelope.

The next hour or so went by with Penelope showing you photos and videos along with passing you various items to smell in hopes of bringing back some of your memories. And while it wasn’t like a wave crashing over you, bringing all your memories back, it did bring some things back. You could remember the members of the BAU and some of their quirks, you remembered the feeling of being in the bullpen (thanks to the smell of some very burnt coffee). What you were struggling to regain was your emotional memories, you couldn’t quite pinpoint the relationships you had with anyone from the team. 

“I am glad that this helped! I should probably get out of your hair though; I can tell you have headache.” Penelope

“Thank you Penelope, I really appreciate all of this!”

You led her to the door, and she reminded you to get some rest and to take it easy. She also suggested that you come by the BAU for lunch in the next week or so to see everyone. The team had been doing a good job of not overwhelming you and allowing you time to get back in the swing of things.

“Oh, Penelope before you go, did you get a chance to back up my old phone? Aaron said you were working on it.”

“Oh, hon. He must’ve forgotten to mention it, but I will get started on that right away! I’ll text you as soon as I’m done, okay? We will just be able to pull the backup and put it on your new phone!” She said pulling you into a tight hug, before making her exit.

Why would Aaron have lied to you about your old phone? Maybe Penelope was right, and it just slipped his mind, he had been dealing with a lot, taking care of you, and having you stay with him.

You hadn’t meant to snoop, honestly, but after having talked with Penelope, the feeling Aaron was hiding something from you was extremely prevalent. You decided to look around a bit, you know, while putting the laundry away. You needed to put the towels away in Aaron’s bathroom, you just happened to notice the second toothbrush in the holder, the dress hanging inside his closet (come on, the door was already open), the ring box tucked in his sock drawer, what shocked you the most were the photos in the hall closet. It was a photo of him and a tall brunette that had you spiraling, where was this woman? You had clearly been invading his space long enough and you couldn’t bear the thought of coming between him and this woman who was to be his fiancé.

You needed to get back to your life, and out of Aaron’s hair. You decided that you’d tell him that night over dinner, you were going to move back home.

“Hey, I’m home!” Aaron called.

“Hey, how was your day?” You asked.

Aaron explained that his day was good, and he asked you about your get together with Penelope as you finished up dinner. Aaron set the table as you followed behind him plating up the food.

“I’m glad to hear things went well with Penelope. I think lunch with the team is a great idea.”

“Aaron I’m gonna move back home.” The words flew out of your mouth faster than your brain could catch up. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to impose on your life any more than I already have.”

“It’s truly not an imposition, but if that’s what you want.” Aaron looked deflated.

“I just think it’s important we both get back to our usual every day.”

“If you think that’s best.”

You two ate in silence. Afterwards you both went to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and made your way to your separate rooms. You began packing up your belongings and Aaron scrolled through photos of the two of you from before the accident.

*Two Days Later*

“Good morning gorgeous!!! I am calling to inform you that the backup from your old phone is ready, and I also think it is the perfect day for you to come in and have lunch with everyone!” Penelope sang over the phone.

“Okay, what time should I come down there?”

“Ummm maybe around 12:30? Everyone is usually ready to eat by then. I can call and order in something too!”

“Oh, and uh Pen, I don’t know the address, and I’m not cleared to drive.” You said shyly.

“Oh shoot, okay! I’ll see who is available to come and pick you up, no worries.” Penelope reassured you.

You took some time getting ready, most of the team hadn’t seen you since before the injuries, and while the cuts and bruises have faded and scarred, you still had a very broken wrist and frequent headaches, along with PTSD and anxiety attacks thanks to the TBI. You felt like you had been doing well, and based on your recent check-up with your neurologist, things are trending up in regard to your health. Though you began to worry that the worst had yet to come.

A knock on your door shook you out of your thoughts, as you made your way to answer it, you wondered who Penelope sent to get you. Pulling the door open revealed someone you were hoping you wouldn’t see so soon.

“Hi Aaron.”

“Hello, were going to go pick up the food on the way back to the BAU, if that’s okay.” Aaron explained.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded.

The drive was filled with tense silence. You couldn’t help but wonder why Aaron would harbor any negative feelings towards you. You’d only moved out of his apartment so he could get back on to his life, if anything he should be grateful that you’ve gone home. One of the main reasons you’d really decided to go home was because of the fact that you were growing far too comfortable.

Things at Aaron’s house were starting to feel right, like it was where you belong. You had no idea how you had been able to work with him over the last few years, the crush you had on him all those years ago had only proven to grow stronger.

“I’ll run in and grab the food.” Aaron said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Before you could reply, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the restaurant.  

Aaron got you signed in with a visitor’s badge (as you weren’t cleared to work) and then he led you up to the sixth floor, BAU bullpen. Upon walking in, you felt an odd sense of familiarity. You knew that it would make sense for the BAU to bring memories back and that you would have muscle memory to help lead you through the building, but it felt very strange.

You looked over at Aaron, “I need to go see Garcia, do you mind pointing me in the right direction?”

“Of course, her office is that way. Second door on the right.”

“Thanks.” You smiled.

You wandered through the corridor, catching a glimpse of Garcia through her open door. You lightly knocked on her door and walked into her office.

“Oh! Hello gorgeous!” Garcia squealed, standing, and pulling you into a hug.

“Hey Pen!”

“Let’s get your phone squared away and then we will go eat.”

You handed your phone over to Penelope and she began downloading the last backup from your old phone.

“This should only take a few minutes.”

Penelope and you made idle chit chat for a few moments while waiting on your phone. When it finished uploading, she unplugged it and handed it to you. The two of you then made your way to the bullpen.

Lunch with the BAU was overwhelming to say the least. It was fun talking to everyone, but you could tell everyone was walking on eggshells and you could see the pity flash behind their eyes as you sat and explained your lack of memories with the people sitting before you.

After lunch, Aaron let everyone leave early. It had been a paperwork day and the team had been very productive. He told them all to go home, but of course to leave their phones on, just in case they had to leave. Emily offered to drive you home, given the close proximity of your apartments.

When you got home, you changed into some comfortable clothes and sat on the couch. You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone. There were two things you noticed while going through everything, the first being a significant number of photos saved and the second being the texts exchanged between you and your boss.

You decided to go through the photos first. There were plenty of you with the various members of the BAU, but what caught your attention was one image in particular, in it, you were laid in bed with your head resting on a man’s chest…the man being none other than Aaron.

You quickly switched over to your messages app. Clicking Aaron’s name, you saw the most recent text…

“Be careful sweetheart. I love you.”

Your mind was racing, what were you meant to think, why would he keep this from you? Was the ring meant for you? You needed to see him.

You ordered an Uber and made your way to the FBI building. You signed in, getting a visitors’ badge and headed up to the sixth floor.

“Aaron” You called out into the bullpen.

“Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as he walked out of his office.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Aaron questioned.

“That we were together.”

You gestured to your phone. Aaron dropped his gaze for a moment, before looking back to you. You could see the pain behind his eyes.

“Sweetheart, we had been keeping it a secret, and I don’t know, I guess I thought that maybe you’d be better off. I figured you might find someone more appropriate for you.”

“That wasn’t a choice for you to make. Aaron things have been confusing enough, losing my memory. But to have you lying to me, it’s total bullshit. How am I supposed to get my memories back if you are keeping such a big part of me a secret.” You couldn’t help the frustrated tears from slipping down your cheek.

Aaron reached for you and let his thumb brush the tear off your cheek. He stepped closer to you and brought his other hand to your cheek.

“I am so sorry. I should’ve told you from the get-go, I was scared. I thought that maybe I would tell you and you’d have to get to know me again and maybe you wouldn’t love me the way you did before. I also couldn’t help but think that I don’t deserve you and this was your perfect out. But that was selfish, I should’ve told you the truth.”

You leaned your head onto Aaron’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline and then he pulled back.

“Can I show you something?” Aaron asked.

You nodded and followed him to his office. Aaron led you around his desk and gestured for you to sit in his chair. He pointed to his computer screen, and you took note of the screen saver. It was a slideshow of pictures taken throughout your relationship, there were pictures of you at the FBI Gala, Jack’s soccer game, art museums, at Aaron’s home, at your apartment, etc..

It happened slowly, then all at once. A warm feeling flooded your veins, and a dull ache filled your head. Tears were steadily streaming down your face. You looked up at Aaron, and he met your gaze. A moment was shared before understanding washed over Aaron.

“I remember.”

[mediocre-writerr]

Hi, I just wanted to double check that you got my request for Jennifer Jareau X reader?

hi! yes i did! it’ll actually be my first fic that i’m reposting since my hiatus so i hope you enjoy!

[writersblockiskillingme]

i was thinking of a good story where it's "the reader and Spencer's wedding they are having a good time and Penelope wants to congratulate them but can't find them, she walks around and finally spots reader she is resting against the wall of a cleaning closet, they talk for a bit and she leaves, when Penelope leaves spencer comes from out of readers dress, and says that that was a close one"

Wedding Bliss | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summery: The post-wedding bliss hits differently after the ceremony, and Spencer and you intend to make the most of it.

Warning/s: just tooth rotting fluff, allusions to smut that happened, wedding, marriage, Penelope's crying, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, and just all of the love

Author's note: this is just too freaking cute, I just changed the part where Penelope and the reader are walking around, hope that's okay.

You knew that you would remember this day for the rest of your life and all of the feelings that this day had brought you.

The feeling of you walking down the rose filled aisle with bouquet in your hands as the back of your long dress was trailing behind you slowly. The feeling of the rose petals of your bouquet against your fingers. The look on Spencer's face as you got closer and closer to him standing with Morgan by his side. The lone tear that rolled down his face once he saw you. The smiles on Emily's and JJ's faces. The proud look that Rossi was wearing. The little smile on Aaron's face as he waited in the middle of the aisle to get Spencer and you married to each other. Penelope's pink handkerchief with which she wiped her tears away.

Once you finally reached Spencer, you turned around to give your bouquet to Jack before you turned back around only to see Spencer holding his hand out for you to take. You took it without any hesitation.

Aaron's speech and Spencer's and yours vows were exchanged, the rings were placed and before you knew it you were kissing the love of your life, your soulmate, the one that you married.

The ceremony after the wedding was just perfect. Everyone was very excited and had so much fun. The cake was cut, and the bouquet was thrown, and after the first dance between Spencer and you, the two of you disappeared once you noticed that everyone was dancing, too.

Penelope was looking everywhere for the two of you as she wanted to congratulate Spencer and you one more time. However, as much as she looked around, she didn't see you anywhere.

Thankfully, she saw Derek with a glass of champagne in his hand, talking to Hotch and laughing with him. So she decided to quickly come over and as soon as she did, Derek noticed her.

"Hey, baby girl," he turned to her and smiled, "What's up?"

"Have you seen Mr. and/or Mrs. Reid anywhere?" Penelope asked him as she looked around for you. "I looked everywhere for them, but I didn't find them."

"I think I saw them sneaking around behind the reception so I think that you probably-", Derek talked, but Penelope quickly interrupted him.

"Thank you so much, hot chocolate, bye!" She said before she ran off to look for you, not even looking over her shoulder at Derek.

"-shouldn't look for them." Derek finished with a smirk as he lookedat Aaron. "Well... they're busted I tell you what..."

Penelope walked around until she finally reached her destination. She stood there and looked around for you once more before she called out your name. The call of your name was followed by the rustling and extremely quick and quiet whispers. So quiet, she almost missed them.

"Y/N?" she asked as she found herself standing right in front of you. You were leaned against the white cleaning closet, and you seemed to be a little put of breath.

"Oh, hi, Penelope!" you exclaimed, trying to desperately cover the fact that you were out of breath and flushed.

You then noticed that she was probably going to ask you more questions about the fact that your cheeks were burning red and you were out of breath, so you took a deep breath and asked her if she needed anything. A desperate attempt to get her to change the topic.

"Yes!" Penelope smiled at you, "Yes, I did. I just wanted to say "congratulations" once more to Mr. and Mrs. Reid."

"Awww, Pen," you spoke softly, feeling like you're going to cry. "I love you so much."

"I love you to, sweet cheeks," she smiled at you before she suddenly turned serious, standing up straighter. "Now, I know why you are here."

You panicked.

"Y-You do?" you asked her, slowly.

"Yes, I do," she continued, "to get some peace and quiet from the guests and the whole ceremony."

"I-I am!" you felt like you were washed by the wave of relief that went straight through you at what she said. "I just need some peace, yes."

"I knew it!" she pointed her finger at you jokingly before she frowned her eyebrows as she looked around. "But where is Spencer?"

"Oh, he just went to the bathroom." you quickly came up with a lie as you felt yourself get flushed again.

"Oh," Penelope paused before she continued, "Well, I guess I’m going to congratulate him again a bit later than. I'll leave you to it."

You felt yourself freeze once you saw her going in for a hug, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You were a little stiff as you hugged her, but luckily, she didn't even notice.

And with that and a small smile, she walked away.

Once she walked away far enough, you tapped the back of your long dress. "She's gone."

Lifting the back of your dress up, Spencer got up from underneath your dress. You continued to lean against the wall of the cleaning closet as you watched his also flushed cheeks and his hair that was now even messier than it was before.

"Thank God she didn't suspect anything." Spencer said as he ran his hand through his hair, catching his breath.

"Yeah..." you sighed, "... thank God."

"Now," Spencer said as he walked over to you before slowly lowering down on the ground. Right at the spot where he was before Penelope looked for you, "I hope that you didn't think that we are done here."

"I-I... am..." you stuttered as you watched his eyes filled with lust, but also love, as you watched him watch you.

"Lift your dress back up, love."

[parkersbliss]

your instagram when dating spencer reid

inspired by @/happiesthotch @/hotchaways :)

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ssa(y/n) love his clown feet 🫶🏼

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spencephd love her baby feet ❤️

rossisrotini I didn’t know they could be nice to each other

→ jjareau she texted me after posting this and said he slam dunked her with a pillow

→ ms_emilyp @/ssa(y/n) use two exclamation points if you need help

→ ssa(y/n) HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️

→ agenthotch wheels up in 20, you heard her

d.morgan oh to see pretty boys feet

→ ssa(y/n) my eyes only 😡😡

→ spencephd im not sure how to feel about this

→ garciagirlie I could get you photos of lots of feet

→ agenthotch I think we need to have a talk about this

→ garciagirlie i meant my feet with fresh new nail polish* 😁

→ agentahotch 😐

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ssa(y/n) pov garcia & morgan are on the phone

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garciagirlie where’s my chocolate thunder

→ d.morgan right here baby girl 😏

→ spencephd we can’t escape them

→ ssa(y/n) but we can do worse ;)

→ ms_emilyp @/agentahotch do something about this

→ agenthotch no

rossisrotini I beg of you both to not become like them

→ spencephd now you’re just tempting us to do worse 🤷‍♂️

→ ssa(y/n) I await those glorious hands of yours, doctor

→ jjareau what have we started

→ ssa(y/n) ITS FOR A MASSAGE CHILL 😭

→ d.morgan could’ve fooled me tbh

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ssa(y/n) someone didn’t pass the physical fit test

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d.morgan is he looking for a trainer 👀👀

→ garciagirl no. never again with you.

→ spencephd literally leave

→ jjareau we’re doing just fine without you 😘

ms_emilyp reid looking to outrun his paperwork

→ ssa(y/n) more like reid running to catch some bitches

→ spencephd so I’m chasing after you?

→ ssa(y/n) 😡😡

agenthotch who’s not doing paperwork 🤨

→ rossisrotini exposed like the lazy kids you are

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ssa(y/n) got my bitch <3

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Spencephd 😐

→ ssa(y/n) notice how you didn’t correct me

→ spencephd can’t even tie her own shoes smh

→ ssa(y/n) LMAOOO that’s what you’re for SIMP

garciagirlie the love birds are at it again

→ jjareau love birds sounds more like enemies these days

→ d.morgan isn’t that the fun in it?

→ ssa(y/n) yes, he literally just threw the shoe at my face 😇

rossisrotini @/agenthotch got another case for ya

→ ms_emilyp that’s the sound of the police reid 🚨

→ spencephd you know statistically, it takes the police an average of 7 minutes to get to the scene. I could be long gone by then.

→ d.morgan I can hear him through my phone

→ spencephd :)

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ssa(y/n) candid of my favorite nerd 🤭

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spencephd I’ve been exposed 😟

→ ssa(y/n) wanna be exposed in a different way?

d.morgan looks like we got competition @/garciagirlie

→ garciagirlie 😏 been exposed for years to you baby

ms_emilyp 🤢 I’m moving back to london fr

→ jjareau take me with 🙏🏼🙏🏼

→ garciagirlie GIRLS TRIP

→ ssa(y/n) LETS GO

→ ms_emilyp not you ❤️

rossisrotini 🥂 cheers you two but keep it in your pants

→ ssa(y/n) hard to when he’s this fine 😫

→ spencephd actually die

agenthotch this is what we call a hostile work environment

→ d.morgan you weren’t even there for that hotch

→ agentahotch I have my ways

→ garciagirlie please don’t bring back such traumatizing memories

→ jjareau clearly we need to have this conversation again

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