#Henry jareau

[milfsincrime]

emily: it’s never been more over than it is now

penny: what happened now?

henry: my mom fell asleep without telling her “goodnight”

[cmincorrrctquotes]

*Morgan and Reid babysitting JJ's kids*

Reid: I want one.

Morgan: Me too.

Morgan, looking around the house: There's no one here, why don't we take Henry?

Reid, nodding excitedly: And move to Iceland!

Morgan: I WAS KIDDING!

Reid, picking Henry up: I wasn't, LET'S GO!

[your-average-girly]

On 11 x 22

THIS IS NOT OK NONE OF THIS IS OK GUYS WTF I DONT LIKE THIS

[qzawhateverilike]

New WIP

You’d think being the son of a police detective and a BAU profiler, you would know better than to go out walking alone at night. But after a long day of school and dad being in a bad mood, a walk to cool off seemed appropriate. Afterall, it’s mentioned in like, every de-stressing talk the school gives around test time. So, that’s how he’s here. Standing on a bridge, just taking a deep breath. Just about to turn around……….. When the world goes dark. 

Thoughts???????

It's gonna be a self insert but even so, I think it'll be enjoyable for other people too.

[a-timely-problem]

overheard at the BAU

Henry: ...Are you my mom's girlfriend?"

Emily: "What?"

Henry: "Are you?"

Emily: "...your parents are still married"

Henry: "...do my parents know that???"

[lilliejareau]

henry: do dragons fart fire?

JJ: um…i don’t know…

henry: i thought you went to college.

[gold-onthe-inside]

Christmas Request: Spencer catches wind that one of JJ’s kids (or his own kid) doesn’t believe in Santa, so he commits to growing out his beard, dying it white and dressing up as Santa to bring a lil holiday cheer to the kiddos - can be xOC

santa's little helper 🍬🎅

who? spencer reid (post prison) x bau!reader

summary: after finding out henry no longer believes in santa after he missed last christmas, spencer dedicates this year to bringing the magic of christmas back to his godson's life... with a little help from you, of course.

content warnings: fleeting reference to cat adams, a little kissing, spencer with a beard, ambiguous status of reader's relationship to spencer (could be a wife, fiance, girlfriend, up to you),

In the 12 years you've known Spencer, he's never been keen on growing facial hair, and it had never been something you'd thought twice about. And then Cat Adams had come into your lives and had been determined to ruin the happily ever after the two of had fought so hard to make. Spencer's prison sentence had rivalled only Emily's faked death in the pain it had caused you two, the only difference being that at least Spencer wasn't actually dead. The two of you were a month and a half away from the anniversary of his release, and he'd completely stopped shaving for that year, growing out his facial hair.

You hoped that if it was something serious, he'd have told you, or if not you, his mandated therapist. Besides, other than that, he was taking care of himself, eating well, had finally started sleeping better, you had nothing else to complain about. You'd brought the beard up a couple months ago, but his brow had furrowed in concern and his brown puppy dog eyes baring his heart to you when he asked if you didn't like it. "No, I do like it," you had insisted, which was true. You'd learned early on that Spencer could play around with his hairstyles and you found him no less attractive (just never ever grow out a mullet again, for the love of God).

You'd grown used to it, too, his scruff tickling you when he'd kiss you, which was practically every time he got the chance these days. It's your turn to host the Christmas Eve party and the two of you are going over the house with a fine tooth comb, armed to the teeth with cleaning supplies, and that's when you find the white hairspray, mid-way through your bathroom cleanse. Which would go well with the Santa suit tucked away in the back of his wardrobe. You knew Spencer had his silly moments - with his mismatched socks and magic tricks, and with the amount of times he's pulled stuff out of your ear just to make you smile couldn't be counted. But it felt out of character for him to spend the whole night you had planned (Secret Santa, dinner, and Christmas movies) with white hair and a beard.

He's using all the body strength he has in rigorously cleaning the kitchen floor, intent on making it so clean you could eat off of it, when you trudge downstairs, hairspray in hand. "Spence, is this yours?" you asked, skipping the last step, to the kitchen and he looked up, then froze at the sight of the hairspray.

"It's not what it looks like," he tried, sitting on his knees and you narrowed your eyes.

"It looks like you're planning to dress as Santa at some point," you said, leaning against the doorway, and you watched him stand up and pull off his gloves.

"Okay, yeah, maybe it is what it looks like," he said with a sigh, taking a seat on a bar stool. "Henry, uh, doesn't believe in Santa anymore, so JJ and I were planning to let him stay up tomorrow night and catch Santa in the act."

"Oh," you said, nodding at first, but then frowning a little. "I mean, what's wrong with Henry not believing in Santa? He's like, 9 years old. That happens."

"I know it's developmentally appropriate for him to be questioning these things," Spencer said, letting out another little sigh. "But that's not why he doesn't believe in Santa anymore."

Your frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

He wet his lips, not quite meeting your gaze. "Last Christmas… he asked Santa for me to come home," he said quietly, almost ashamed. "And then when I wasn't there…"

"He stopped believing in Santa," you filled in the rest and he looked so sad. "Spence," you said softly, crossing over to hug him, setting the spray on the kitchen island. "It's not your fault."

"It is," he said, choking a little on his voice as he tucked himself into your arms.

"Honey, you were framed, it's not your fault," you insisted, rubbing his back.

"I just… I can't be the reason he doesn't believe in these things anymore," he mumbled into your shoulder.

"Okay, okay," you said, pulling away to look at him, your hands cupping his neck, thumbs stroking his bearded jaw. "Can I help?" His lips twitched into a smile at you.

"Well, um… Honestly, I think I'm gonna make a mess of the hairspray, and you did such a good job at Halloween with Jack's Cyberman costume--"

"I can do that," you murmured, kissing him gently, and his hands loosened to grasp your waist.

Now, here he sat in front of the mirror in the bathroom, watching you meticulously section and spray his hair, which was already damp from the shower.

"Did you know," he started, and you hummed in recognition that you were listening. "That Saint Nicholas was a real guy? He was Greek."

"The Greeks had saints?" you asked.

"Not really," he said, shaking his head as you sectioned out another piece of hair, coating it gently in white hairspray. "Not the kind you're thinking of, but Nicholas of Myra was real. Born in the third century. He apparently had a reputation for secret gift giving, like… leaving coins in people's shoes."

"Keep your head still," you chastised through a giggle.

"Sorry," he mumbled, tilting his chin up to keep still. "He died from natural causes in like, 340, which, for the time, was a good run. It was like… a hundred years later that he became a saint, but by then of course, all of the people who knew him personally were long gone."

"I hate when that happens," you murmured, shifting his chin so you could colour his beard next. "Appreciating people for what they've done after they've died."

"Well, he was very well respected during his life. The story goes that three separate couples were having financial trouble, and in those days, a daughter without a dowry would either never get married or would become a prostitute. So, according to the story, Saint Nick came in the middle of the night and climbed onto their roofs, and dropped three small pouches of gold down their chimneys."

"Honey, I'm gonna need you to be quiet or you're gonna taste hairspray," you said, colouring his jaw, just the hair around his lips left.

"Sorry," he said, his words muffled slightly, and you could see that he was trying desperately not to smile, his shoulders shaking. "I'm done," he said, and you were fairly sure the shake in his voice was from suppressed laughter.

You chuckle quietly, colouring the last of his beard. "All done, Mr Claus."

"How do I look?" he asked, getting out of the chair and taking a look in the mirror, his eyes going wide. "This looks incredible!"

"Yeah?" you asked, stepping away. Spencer had a habit of exaggerating your accomplishments, but you had done a pretty good job with his hair.

"You're a miracle worker," he said, turning to face you, and you could see his excitement. "Now, Santa needs to go get dressed." You chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom so he could get dressed, and sat by the foot of the bed, waiting.

When he reappeared ten minutes later wearing the Santa suit, the white hair and white beard you'd given him made him look like an old man, but there was a brightness in his eyes as he did a little twirl. "How do I look?" he asked, and in spite of how silly he looked, you couldn't help but find him handsome.

You laughed to yourself. "Perfectly in character. Though you could use a little belly."

"Are you saying I'm too thin?" he said, faking offence. He knew he was skinny but sometimes a little gentle ribbing was warranted.

"I'm just saying, Santa's supposed to be fat."

"I take good care of my cardiovascular health, thank you very much," he said, and he looked so ridiculous in the suit, with the white hair and beard, that you were unable to take the conversation seriously. "You know, the modern version of what Santa's supposed to look like was invented in the nineteenth century," he said, his hands on his hips, still very much in character. "Before then, Saint Nick was usually described as an older, slender man, and before that, he was more of a demonic black man. It's only in the fifties that the modern image of Santa was created."

"Okay, okay," you said, holding your hands up. "Skinny Santa it is." You checked your watch. "We should go before Henry actually falls asleep."

Spencer's expression went from Santa to slightly terrified very quickly. "Crap, is it time already?"

"Relax," you assured him, kissing his cheek before leading the way out. "It's just a little breaking and entering. You leave the gifts, you slip right back out."

"Just a little breaking and entering," he repeated dryly. "Why doesn't that make me feel better?"

You snickered quietly, grabbing your coat and car keys. "For someone who's supposed to be a hardened felon, you're so innocent."

He took offence to that. "Hey," he said, as you both started out of the house. "I was incarcerated for three months. I am very much street wise now."

You opened the passenger side door for him. "Streetwise? Really?"

He climbed into the passenger seat, sticking out his tongue at you as you shut the door.

"I know all about the street life," he said, as you got into the driver's side. "I know how they talk, I know what they do, I know..." His voice trailed off as you shot him a look. "Okay, so maybe everything I know about the street life comes from television."

You couldn't help another laugh as you started the car.

His lips curled into a smile when he saw your reaction, and he leaned across the middle of the car to kiss your cheek. He sat back in his seat and you began the short trip to JJ's house. "Alright, JJ said she's gonna leave the back door open," you said, going over the plan with the same gravity you used for unsub takedowns. "There's cookies and milk left on the kitchen counter. The tree's in the living room."

"Got it," Spencer said decidedly, nodding. "Cookies, milk, tree, simple."

You turned off the headlights as you approached the house, killing the engine across the street. Spencer got out of the car and jogged across the street, ducking around the side of the house. He found the back door like you'd said, and went inside, very much in undercover Santa mode. He went into the kitchen, making for the counter where the cookies and milk were, and that's when he heard it. Quiet footsteps coming down the stairs. Spencer panicked, trying to find a place to hide, but there really wasn't one. The cookies and milk were left in the middle of the counter, there weren't any cupboards or anything of the sort. He was stuck, with only the Christmas tree as a possible cover. There was nothing he could do but hope that whoever was coming downstairs didn't flip on the light as he dove behind the tree.

The footsteps stopped, and Spencer held his breath, his heart thudding in his chest as the Christmas tree needles dug into his skin. He could see a pair of little feet in front of him. They weren't JJ, which could only mean- "Mr Claus?" the little voice said, and he shut his eyes, praying to something, anything that he hadn't been caught by Henry.

After a long moment, he peeked out from behind the tree, only to find Henry staring right at him. "H-hi," Spencer stuttered. "I-I didn't realise you'd be awake."

Henry's eyes went wide. "I-It's really you." He had that childlike glee that came with finding out about the magic of Christmas, and while Spencer would usually give anything to have that look come back on Henry's face, this was a little inconvenient.

"Ah, I-I mean," Spencer fumbled over his words, trying to come up with a valid reason he would be in JJ's house at this moment, wearing a Santa suit and munching on cookies. "Um..."

"Where's your reindeer?" Henry asked, completely enthralled by Spencer, and he realised that he actually hadn't thought of a cover story to accompany the Santa suit.

"Oh, they're in the- they're in the sleigh," he said, and even he thought it sounded stupid when he said it out loud. "They're getting a rest while they can."

"The ride must be hard," Henry said, and Spencer was quietly impressed by that. He was just as smart as his parents, and he probably would have called him out on his lie if he'd given an excuse about a magic sleigh.

"It sure is," Spencer said, trying to keep his voice calm, and he hoped that the rest of the night wasn't going to be as awkward as this interaction had been so far. "Do you mind if I finish eating these? I only get so many breaks tonight." It was the sort of thing he could imagine a real Santa saying and Henry's eyes widened at that.

"Oh, of course," he said, stepping back. "I, uh, need to go to the bathroom." And then Henry was running upstairs. Once he was sure the kid had walked away, Spencer leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh and he silently hoped that you weren't watching him struggle. He finished off the last of the milk and the cookies, and, once he'd composed himself, he made his way to the living room and over to the Christmas tree. He dropped the bag of gifts under the tree, just as he was supposed to.

Meanwhile, Henry was upstairs, trying to get JJ to wake up. "Mom, Mom," he said, shaking his mother gently. "Wake up, Mom, you gotta see this."

JJ grumbled as she got up, Will shifting beside her, but still deep asleep. "What is it, Henry?"

"Santa is downstairs," he said in an excited whisper.

"He is?" JJ asked, rubbing her eyes and yawning a little, Henry pulling her out of bed with all his might.

"Yep. He's downstairs in the living room," he said, dragging her out of bed, and he wasn't kidding because his strength was remarkable. JJ let her son pull her down the stairs, neither of them seeing Santa sneak out the back door. He jogged across the street to the car, getting inside. You watched him in mild amusement as he shut the door, and he was slightly out of breath, which was a comical combination with the Santa suit.

"Mission accomplished?" you asked, a smile on your lips.

"I got caught," he breathed, his voice sounding slightly panicked, and your smile faded into concern as you realised he was serious. "But I think I covered it."

"Did he realise you weren't Santa?" you asked.

"I don't think so," he said, and he did seem a little unsure. "He didn't mention anything about it, and he seemed excited by me being there, but I honestly don't know. It's probably a fifty-fifty chance that he realized it was me."

Meanwhile, Henry had dragged his mom downstairs to an empty living room. "I swear he was here," Henry protested, and JJ was still half-asleep and only slightly confused. "I-I saw him."

"M sure you did, baby," JJ murmured. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No, I did see him!" Henry said, looking around the living room. He ran into the kitchen. "And he was eating the cookies and the milk!"

"Well, he probably left, Henry," JJ reasoned, following him. "He's got a lot of kids to deliver to."

The wonder on Henry's face was replaced with disappointment, and JJ pulled the nine year-old into a hug. "I know it sucks, baby," she said. "But I'm sure Santa will have left you lots of gifts." Henry huffed, pouting, and JJ smiled down at his adorable expression. "Come on," she said, starting up the stairs. "Back to bed, kiddo."

Once they reached upstairs, Henry climbed into bed, and JJ tucked him in. He looked slightly upset, but JJ planted a kiss on his forehead. Even at nine-years-old, he still wanted to believe in Santa. "So, you believe in Santa again?" JJ asked.

"I told you," Henry said, his voice indignant, sounding very much like his father. "I saw him."

JJ couldn't help a smile, ruffling his hair. "I know."

He gave her a sleepy smile, and then yawned, snuggling down into bed. “Goodnight, mom,” he mumbled.

"Goodnight, baby," JJ murmured. She watched him for a moment, waiting for that slow rise and fall of his chest that meant he was breathing like only the asleep could, and once she was sure he was asleep, she tiptoed out of his room, shutting the door quietly behind her, thanking Spencer in her head.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

henry on the phone: mommy?

jj: is this henry?

henry: yes, of course its henry who else calls you mommy?

jj, looking at emily: uh, no one

[kiwriteswords]

05x09 || 07x23-24

[wardengrill]

♪♪It could be nice Passing Bourbon over ice We could be free I got time for you, and you got time for me

Look to the moon Before it's gone out too soon And I look to you Before it gets, gets too hot in June♪♪

[youbutstupid]

I make these to cope

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

HENRY: What’s that?

EMILY: *sipping an Oreo milkshake* It’s spicy, you won’t like it.

(From Twitter)

[lihiominaa]

CRIMINAL MINDS, 2005 S08E05 | The Good Earth

[noalarmssnnosurprises]

Editing Jemily photos is the most fun thing in the world. I just made this I can't stop myself 😫

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X babysitter teen reader (part 2)

Hey its been a while since I last updated so sorry for the wait!

Request: Can you write a part 2 for the Jennifer Jareau x babysitter and she has to learn to overcome flashbacks and anxiety when coming back to the house and JJ is there for her like a her real mom should be.

Start of Recap...

She flinched when she heard someone walk in, JJ slowly walked over to the girl and knelt down she looked at Y/N as tears threatened to fall. "Y/N" she whispers "its only me JJ" she said her words made the girl look up tears gathered quickly as she saw JJ. "JJ" she said Horsley JJ nods her head.

"JJ" she sobbs jumped into the woman's arms JJ held her tight in her arms. "It's okay it sokay your safw don't worry, you did such an excellent job Baby, you protected this house perfectly" she whispers into the girl hairs as she cried. JJ was glad she was alive and protected the boys to well.

End of recap...

Third person pov...

It had been weeks since Y/N stopped the unsub, she hadn't been able to step into the LaMontagne since she killed the unsub, she hadn't been able to babysit for JJ or Will since it happened.

Y/N approaches the LaMontagne home, she pauses at the gate to the front garden, she clenches her hands into fists as her mind flashes back to that night weeks ago.

Flashback...

In pain the girl stood up, eyes squeezed in pain as the glass in her skin bled out, she could feel the blood dripping from the many cuts she got. The girl looked around her holding the knife she turned and saw the person she held the knife and swung early a grunt of pain from the person.

Y/N then ran into the living room looking for her phone that she stupidly forgot. As did the unsub took a chance and punched her hard making the girl fall she grabbed the coffee table so she wouldn't fall to the ground the unsib hovered above her his weapon on his hand pointed at her, then she realised it was a gun.

With a gasp Y/Ns eyes open, her heart pounding in her chest, her hand over her heart, her palms sweaty from the panic, she sees the front garden and breathes she wasn't even in the house yet and panicked.

Taking a few deep breathes the young teen opens the latch on the gate, her hand shaking as she touches tje cool metal, taking another deep breath she steps into the garden the gate swinging shut behind her.

"...jesus" she mutters as she jumps at the gate, her heart still pounding in her chest hands clenched tight, taking a breath she repositions her bag on her shoulder before moving into the garden and over to the front door.

She hesitates before ringing the doorbell, hands still clenched tight as she waits for the door to open, a few seconds later the lock clicks as swings open.

JJs eyes widened as she sees Y/N at the door, a smile appears on her face as she opens the door fully, happy to see the teen at the door. "...Y/N...sweetie" she says before taking the teens hand in her own. "...are you okay?" She asks her crouching slightly to look into the teens E/C eyes.

The H/C haired girl gives the older woman a small smile and nods squeezing her hand. "...I'm fine...just wanted to come by and see you guys" she explained making JJ smile widen.

"That's good then..the boys have missed you" she tells the teen before motioning her to come in, Y/N takes a breath before walking into the house, JJ closing the door behind her.

JJ then puts her arm around the young teen looking at her pale face. "...arw you sure your okay being here?" She asks her, Y/N looks up at the blonde woman and smiles despite the anxiety she was feeling.

"...I'm okay JJ" she tells her, JJ gives her a look before nodding, she then brings her to the living room where Micheal and Henry were sitting on the sofa watching a kids cartoon.

JJ purs both hands in Y/Ns shoulders as they enter. "...boys..look who's here" she speaks gaining their attention, both boys look over at their mom and see Y/N.

Henry gasps. "N/N!" He exclaimed before jumping off the couch and running over to the teen wrapping his arms around her waist, Micheal giggles and follows behind his brother clinging to Y/Ns pant leg.

The teen laughs as she pats Henry's and Micheals head. "Hey boys, miss me?" She asks them both boys nod eagerly as they grin up at her, JJ laughs at her sons joy to see the teen. "...we've all missed you N/N" she tell her, making Y/N smile her earlier panic subsiding as she feels the love the family have for her.

For the next few hours the teen spends tje afternoon with JJ, Henry and Micheal. Laughing and forgetting out her flashbacks and anxiety of returning glad they still love ans want her there.

After dinner she helps JJ to put Henry and Micheal to bed before, tje teens joins the agent in the living room, they sit on tje couch next to each other, JJ holding a glass of wine and Y/N a glass of F/D (favourite drink).

The two sit in a comfortable silence the TV playing a random movie before JJ speaks. "...I know you said you were fine..but how are you really?" She asks the teen.

Y/N looks up from her drink and sighs softly tapping her nails against the glass, her mind flashes back to the unsub making her shiver, she's silent for a minute.

"...I've been okay...it's the flashbacks that are the worst" she speaks clenching the glass tight as her mind flashes back to that night again. The broken window, the Unsub and his gun, the feeling of the glass piercing her skin.

She still had the scars from tje glass, then JJ takes her hand pulling the teen from her thoughts, JJ looks at Y/an her blue eyes filled with worry as she saw the distant look in them.

"Y/N...hey..come back to me baby" she speaks gently as she squeezed her hands, the H/C teens visibly shakes as she relives the memories, JJ then cups her cheek with one of her face.

As she does the teen comes back to the present with a gasp, she looks at JJ tears rolling down her face, JJ sees the tears and brings her in for a hug, one hand rubbing her back thw other cupping the back of her head, the teen sobs in her arms her head against her shoulder.

The blond woman holds the girl as she cried shushing her as she rocks side to side holding Y/N in her arms like a mother with her child.

"...it's okay..your okay" she whispers softly as she soothes the teen, Y/N eventually calms down speak to JJ about her flashbacks and what she can to to help her.

The end!

I hope you liked this oneshot it's been around two months since I last wrote one, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1260

[a-timely-problem]

Overheard at the BAU

Henry, running towards Emily: "DADDY!"

Penelope, overhearing: "Wait, what?"

Henry: "Mommy keeps calling her that..."

Penelope, smirking towards a blushing JJ: "Does she now?"