#Jennifer Jareau One Shot

[garciaasfluffypen]

stop embarassing me! (she knows everything you're saying)

pairing: jemily x reader word count: 3k warnings: jj and emily find it very hot that you can speak italian, illusions to sexy times at the end request from this ask a/n: everything y/n says that's in italian is translated at the bottom of the post! that being said, everything was written with a translator so please excuse any errors. also, enjoy the lore drop ;)

your italian grandmother was in town, and you were quite literally going to shit your dick.

you had cleaned your apartment top to bottom roughly five times since the news that your grandmother was coming in the off chance she asked to stay at the dingy little place. granted, you hadn’t been there full time in months, but she didn’t know that. while you had a strained relationship with your father, you were very close with your nonna. she had been there for you through all the battles you had to fight against your father as a teenager, including all the battles where he didn’t want you to take care of your siblings simply because of who you were as a person. while he saw your life through facebook, that was the only access he got to you after you turned eighteen. you only kept that line available simply so he could see how your siblings were doing. and that was it. he had created such a big fuss when you came out the month before your 18th birthday that you decided you’d cut him off as much as you could. he tried to alienate you from the rest of your family, for pete’s sake. he didn’t get to know shit about you anymore.

the joke was on him, though, seeing as the rest of your family was cool with the idea of you being queer. granted, you hadn’t dropped the bomb about being polyamorous, but you figured with how well your support system in DC was going, it would be okay. you had told your little brothers about a month prior, and all they wanted to know about emily and jj was if they were treating you right. and obviously, when they could come meet them. your older brother was in the army, so it took a little longer to get a hold of him, but he promised to stop by DC whenever he had leave next so he could meet them. 

but this? this was your grandmother. it was absolutely terrifying to think of losing her. she was one of your only relatives left that could fight for you, and even though she was in her seventies you were worried about losing her. if anything, you were worried that she’d lose you first, but you didn’t want to think about that or else you’d start spiraling. you stayed alive for not only yourself and your siblings, but for her too. and you would probably cry if she said anything that even insinuated that she’d leave you. either way, you figured that you’d introduce her to them before dropping the polyamory bomb. it worked, since hotch said you could give her and your two brothers a tour of quantico this weekend and everyone except for you had been called in for a mandatory paperwork weekend.

you met up with your brothers and nonna outside quantico, slipping into the italian you had shoved into the back of your brain easily. considering it was easier to speak italian with your grandmother since your dad had never really learned it, it was something you just naturally did whenever you were around her. you weren’t sure how the team was going to react to it, but you’d cross that bridge when you got there. you got them all visitors patches and explained all your favorite parts of the building, showing them every little nook and cranny that you loved to hide in when you didn’t want to talk to people except emily and jj. making your way up to the bullpen, you felt a jolt of nervousness flow through your system. you didn’t know how your team was going to react to them at all. they had known bits and pieces about your older brother, but you hadn’t told them about your two younger brothers. that was a can of worms you weren’t sure you wanted to open around them yet. 

“nonna, before we go meet my team, they can be… they can be a little excitable.” 

your nonna shrugged. “nothing i can’t handle. i raised your aunts and uncles.” she paused. “and unfortunately, your father.” 

“you bring up a very good point. and don’t mind anything derek says. he doesn’t really have a filter.” 

“is he the one who likes football?” your youngest brother, colin, looked up to you. 

“yep. i’m sure he’d love to talk to you about it, depending on how far into the paperwork he is. and let me… let me handle the introductions, please. at least the first ones.” 

“of course, sweets.”

jj was one of the first people to realize you had stepped into the bullpen, seeing you walk in from where she was making her third cup of coffee in the kitchen. she was about to come say hi to you, but then she heard it. that beautiful, mid morning husk that you had whenever you woke up late mixed with… was that italian? she had to grab onto the counter to stop her knees from buckling as you talked to who she only could assume was your grandmother, since you had been talking about her all week leading up to today. she wasn’t sure who the two younger boys were with you, but she was sure she’d find out shortly. the keurig beeped, shaking her out of her thoughts as she turned around to grab her coffee, a stirrer going in seconds later. 

she felt a wave of want go through her body, and she had to physically stop herself from going over to you and ravishing you then and there in front of everyone you had spent the past five years working next to. she knew it was hot when emily spoke in other languages, but hearing you speak so fluently and so carefree, with that giant smile on your face? it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen you do. granted, a lot of the things you did were hot, but this? this took the cake. jj took some cool water from the sink and rubbed it on her cheeks, knowing all too well that her cheeks were most likely a crimson red from just thinking about you speaking in another language to her. you didn’t know much about that aspect of jj and emily yet, considering you only been exploring everything for a few months. she knew so much about emily, yet she felt like she didn’t know anything about you sometimes. 

“you done coffee-ing that stirrer?” luke leaned up against the counter, a smirk on his face as he watched jj. “you’ve been stirring for five minutes.” 

“have i?” jj let the stirrer go, watching it go around in the cup. 

“you seem distracted, are you okay?” 

“i… yeah.” 

while luke knew the general aspects of your relationship with her and emily, she didn’t want to delve too much into it while on the clock. he knew there was more she wasn’t saying, but knew not to push too much. but that didn’t stop him from joking around about how hard she was very clearly simping for you in the middle of the office. 

“are you gonna stare and gawk at your girlfriend or are you going to say hi?” 

“i will, i just…”

luke smiled. “i see. go to the bathroom for a sec, i’ll cover you.” 

jj scrunched her face as luke started laughing. “ew. you pervert.” she jokingly punched him in the arm. “it’s just… they speak italian.” 

“okay… doesn't emily speak italian?”

“that’s different. she’s not… she’s not them.” 

meanwhile, you had started to make your rounds, slowly introducing your nonna to your team. she found everyone quite charming, and it relaxed you quite a bit knowing that they all made a good impression. even hotch came out of his office, introducing himself and engaging in the conversations. it was nice, introducing one of the most important people in your life to your found family. the next part, however, was telling your nonna about emily and jj. colin seemed to catch on very quickly when he caught jj staring, but didn’t want to say anything in case your nonna didn’t know, but he would definitely be facetime you tomorrow to talk about it. the longer you talked with your team, the more you realized you were subconsciously searching for jj the whole time. emily was at her desk, but jj was nowhere to be found. which was unlike her, unless she had taken a late lunch. which would also be unlike her. 

“y/n!” penelope’s voice carried through the bullpen as she walked out of the round table room, smiling and bringing you in for a hug the second she got next to you. “i thought you weren’t coming in today? and ms ruthie! it’s so lovely to see you again!” 

you visibly relaxed at her touch, “hotch said i could show my nonna and brothers around today.” 

“it’s lovely to see you again too, penelope. did you dye your hair?”

“i did. just filled my roots in a little bit.” penelope chuckled. “nothing too crazy, don’t worry nonna.” 

emily stood up, a smile on her face as she walked over to introduce herself. “you said she was italian, right?”

“yep!” 

“ciao signora, piacere di conoscerti!” 

“she speaks italian?” your grandmother looked over to you, excitement in her eyes. “che emozione.”

“i do, i lived in italy as a teen.” emily smiled. “prentiss. emily. emily prentiss.” she held her hand out. 

“è una da tenersi stretta, ed è anche carina!” your grandma raised her eyebrows at you. “she speaks italian!” 

you couldn’t help but blush. “nonna! mi metti in imbarazzo.” 

“oh hush, i’m not embarrassing you!”

“considerando che lei sa italiano, lei sa esattamente quello che dici, nonna.”

your other brother, justin, piped in. “y/n has a point, nonna. if her coworker knows italian she’ll understand everything you’re saying. you’re not very slick with that.” 

“oh it’s okay,” emily chuckled. “it’s quite amusing.” 

“let me not be rude,” your grandma turned to the rest of the team. “i’m ruthie. i practically raised y/n since she was a baby.” 

“dang, sweet thing, i didn’t know you came with another language!” derek chuckled. 

“derek the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be appropriate for my seventy six year old italian grandmother to hear.” 

“i was going to ask if your girls knew about that, is all.” 

you rolled your eyes, knowing that not at all what derek was about to say. “no, they don’t, but they’ll be meeting nonna this weekend if everything goes to plan.” 

“who am i meeting?”

“le luci della mia vita, le ragazze che ho frequentato.” you couldn’t help but sheepishly smile as you caught emily’s eye. “one of them is right here, actually.” 

emily wasn’t sure if the blush on her face was any indication of how she was feeling, but good god it was sending her into orbit hearing you talk in italian. over the five years they had known you, the fact you knew italian this whole time was the most surprising. there were bits and pieces that they had been able to get out of you, but you were pretty secretive about your life before joining the bau. penelope knew most, if not all of your story since you two had been friends since high school, but that was all she knew. besides the fact that you turned her on so easily. that was a given. she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she watched you slowly try to explain to your nonna about how you were dating two girls, not just one. the way you took so much care in choosing your words, explaining everything as easily as you could… it was endearing. 

she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not until jj came to stand next to her, knuckles white as she seemingly held herself back. your face lit up as you saw jj, launching into another tangent to your nonna about how jj had been one of the first people to befriend you when you joined the team. within seconds, the two women started having a silent conversation with just their eyes. they both felt the same way, it seemed, and they were both going a bit feral over this new side of you. although emily did appear to be hiding it a bit better than jj was. emily nudged jj’s knee with her own, shooting her a smirk that could only be read by two people. you and jj. jj bit her lip, having to physically restrain herself once again as you seamlessly switched back into italian, your eyes lighting up as you explained the dynamics of the team to your nonna. 

“so tell me again, who are you partnered with?”

“i go out in the field with either derek or matt.” you pointed to them individually. “matt’s role is unique, he also helps the IRT team so he comes and goes depending on if he’s needed internationally. we like to joke we split custody of him with the international team.” 

“and the tall one?”

“reid? he’s the brains.” reid awkwardly waved from his desk. “he usually knows stuff that we don’t. kind of like how colin knows almost everything about football.”

“oh yes, that makes sense. and what about the lovely ladies?”

“well you know what pen does, tara and jj do a lot of the interviews with families, and i always say that emily’s job is to sit there and look pretty, but she usually goes out in the field and investigates with reid.” 

“you all seem to be a well oiled machine,” ruthie started. “i’m glad you’re looking out for my y/n. they had a tough life growing up, it’s nice to know they’re supported here.” 

“oh they’re a pleasure to work with,” rossi piped up. “a welcome addition to the team for sure.”

as your nonna conversed with the team, you couldn’t help but glance over to jj. you forgot how much she adored it when emily talked in italian, but hadn’t even considered the option of how she would react when she heard you speak italian. to you, emily appeared to be holding in her need for you relatively well. her cheeks were flushed, sure, but she was also in a turtleneck in the office where they blasted the heat the second it got below 60. jj on the other hand… jj looked like she needed a cold shower. you had to hold back a chuckle as you caught tara’s eyes, who also appeared to have clocked her reaction as well. jj’s jaw was slack as she stared at you, eyes filled with lust. while your grandmother was distracted, you took the moment to squeeze her hand lightly to see if she was okay. tara took the opportunity to close jj’s jaw for her, shooting you a small smile as she did so. emily had to hide a chuckle, covering her mouth with a hand as she nudged at the blonde. you locked eyes with jj, your eyebrows raising as she stared back at you, her gaze telling you everything you needed to know. you weren’t going to go all bratty on her here, since you hadn’t talked a whole lot about boundaries outside of the house, but you were tempted. 

“i didn’t know you’d act this way, jayje. i would have done this way earlier if i had known.” you chuckled. “you got a thing for other languages?” 

“only from you and em.” 

you squeezed her hand, resisting the urge to kiss her. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” 

tara, picking up on the mood shift between you two, suddenly stood up. “hey, i was gonna go grab a soda, do either of you want anything?” 

“nah, i’m good. do you want anything?”

“i’m good too, thanks t.” you smiled at tara, waiting for her to leave before turning back to jj and emily. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you guys sooner.” 

“don’t be sorry, lovey, it never came up.” emily shrugged. “i will be using this information to my advantage, though.”

“what, so you can converse in secret in front of me?”

“mostly about christmas gifts, but yes.” you joined in on the joke, a sarcastic hint in your voice. 

“your nonna is very sweet.”

“she is.” you smiled. “i’m sure she’ll love to talk about your time in italy this weekend when you guys come for dinner. she doesn’t know i’m not in the alexandria apartment anymore, i figured this would be the last hurrah before i ended the lease.” you shrugged. “if you guys don’t mind driving out there.”

“of course not, baby.” jj squeezed your hand. “are you coming home tonight, though? or are you staying at the apartment?” 

you stared at jj for a second, your eyes narrowing. you crossed your arms in front of your chest before tapping your shoulder, eyebrows rising as if silently asking her are you in control? jj slightly nodded at you before tilting her head, waiting for your confirmation. you tapped your shoulder again in confirmation, making sure nobody in the vicinity besides emily had decoded your silent conversation. 

“i’ll try. i’m not sure where my nonna is staying, but i’ll let you know.” 

“i want you home by eleven.” jj’s eyes darkened, voice dropping slightly. “no later.” 

before the conversation could take a turn, you felt a light hand on your back. turning to see justin, you smiled. 

“what’s up?”

“nonna wants to know what the plan was, are we heading back to alexandria?”

“i uh… i was hoping to stay here, actually.” you tilted your head towards jj in silent explanation. 

“does she know?”

“well, she understood the fact that emily and i were together, at least.” you chuckled as you caught your nonna talking to luke and tara. “not sure she picked up on jj’s obvious simping.” 

“either way, it is a drive back to alexandra so if we want to go to dinner, we should go now.” 

“you’re right, we should.” you turned back to emily and jj. “i’ll text you guys when i figure out where i’ll be tonight?”

jj narrowed her eyes at you with a devious smile on her face. “11pm, y/n. no later.”

with a chuckle, you stepped away, letting jj’s hand fall back to her side.

“i’ll do my best.” you smirked slightly. “we have dinner plans.”

translations:

nonna- grandmother

ciao signora, piacere di conoscerti- hello ma’am, nice to meet you!

che emozione.- how exciting

è una da tenersi stretta ed è anche carina! - she’s a keeper, she’s pretty too.

mi metti in imbarazzo- you’re embarrassing me

considerando che lei sa italiano, lei sa esattamente quello che dici, nonna.- considering she knows italian, she knows exactly what you're saying, grandma

le luci della mia vita, le ragazze che ho frequentato.- the lights of my life, the girls i've been dating

taglist: @jayden-prentiss @idkwhatever580 @multifandomlesbianic @softestqueeen @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

[scarlettjemily]

Yall send me some songs as inspiration for jemily fics!!

I like to write based on songs, so i can sink in a hole with that song on replay askljslkkjd

so please HELP!

[ddejavvu]

m.list - jennifer jareau

blurbs:

jj would still love you if you were a worm

you and jj reveal your relationship to the BAU

jj comes into your coffee shop to see you

dancing in the rain with jj

jj + acts of service

[lillaberry]

Tell me im not the only one who thought of dr spencer reid

[mggslover]

A Holiday to Remember ❆

a christmas special by mggslover!

for everyone who is still pissed that criminal minds never got a christmas episode: this one is for you!

The BAU takes a rare holiday break, but what was meant to be a peaceful weekend of hot chocolate and Secret Santa exchanges turns dark when a family is found murdered beneath their Christmas tree.

Reader struggles to stay focused on the case, as it brings up memories of her past. And as if that weren’t enough, her unspoken crush on Spencer Reid is becoming harder to ignore.

part 1: the holiday getaway (unlocked on dec 24) part 2: how the unsub stole christmas (unlocked on dec 25)

divider by @issysh3ll

[misserabella]

just watched jj confess to spence. i already knew it happened but wtf. girl you’ve got kids. and a faithful and loving husband. and you keep hurting my baby. jj come onnnnn😭😭

[ghsface]

I CAN SEE YOU - spencer reid

summary: You watched him from a distance, dreaming of a moment when you could muster the courage to talk to him beyond the professional.

warnings: spencer reid x bau!fem reader ,kissing and I think that's all, if I'm missing something let me know.

author's note: The only thing I can do when I listen to this song is imagine Spencer, idk why this reminds me so much of him. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if there are mistakes/misspelled words, my native language is not English.🎀

All the friction in the hallways when you found him going to get some files or when you were going to see Penelope, all the stolen glances that you noticed almost every day when you were at your desk, even when they were on the Jet, he never took your eyes off.

The FBI office in Quantico was bustling with constant activity, but you were always lost in thought while pretending to review a file. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander to Spencer Reid, the genius of the team, who was sitting at his desk, engrossed in his books or his work.

You saw it every day, noticing the small details that others overlooked. The way he bit his lip when he was focused, how his fingers played with his hair when he was nervous.

There was something hypnotic about him, something that made you feel an inexplicable connection. But you always lacked the courage. You didn't want to risk your professional friendship, or your place on the team, for feelings that might not be reciprocated.

That afternoon, after a particularly tiring day, you found yourself reviewing some reports at your desk, trying to keep yourself busy. Most of the office had already left, leaving you alone with your group mates, leaving the place a little silent. You realized Spencer was there too, working on a file.

"Hi, Spence," you said, trying to sound casual as you approached his desk. The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, y/n,” he responded, his tone relaxed but attentive. "I thought you had already gone"

"No, I don't have to do three reports yet, it's like it's never going to end," you said, smiling warmly but with noticeable tiredness on your face.

Conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories and laughter as the two of you completed your reports. You felt more and more comfortable around him, and the connection you felt was palpable. As the afternoon wore on, you noticed a growing tension in the air, an implicit desire that you both seemed to share.

But all this was interrupted when you had to go get a file. "I have to go get a file," you said, getting up from your chair. "Wait, I'll come with you anyway, I am missing a file to finish this," he said, getting up and following you to the room where all the files were.

The filing room was dark and lined with shelves, and the atmosphere was filled with a tension that had nothing to do with work.

As we reviewed the files we were looking for, the conversation flowed naturally. We talked about books, movies, and of course the case we were reporting on.

Suddenly, I found a file that looked promising, but it was on a high shelf. I asked Spencer to help me reach it. As he reached out to grab it, I lost my balance and fell backwards. Just before I hit the ground, I felt Spencer's arms wrap around me, cushioning my fall.

"Are you OK?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned.

I nodded, feeling my heart beat faster than usual, not only from the shock, but also from the sudden closeness to Spencer. His eyes were shining with a mix of concern and something else she couldn't identify.

We stayed in that position for a moment, and the air between us was charged with a tension I had never felt before. Slowly, Spencer helped me to my feet, but his hands remained on my arms, as if he didn't want to let me go.

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a shy but genuine smile that made my heart beat even faster. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned towards him. Spencer didn't pull away, instead he closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a suppressed emotion that had been building for a long time.

The kiss intensified quickly. We moved to a corner of the file room, out of sight of anyone who might enter. Our bodies joined in a dance of desire, the outside world fading as we gave ourselves to each other. Passion drove us to undo buttons and explore with trembling hands, desire growing with every second.

Just when the moment seemed like it was going to end in something more, a noise outside the room made us stop abruptly. We looked at each other, both out of breath and with flushed cheeks.

"We should stop," Spencer said, her voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

I nodded, trying to regain my composure. We made up the best we could and parted ways, knowing that what had just happened would change our relationship forever.

Leaving the archive room, we meet the team. Derek looked at us with an amused smile.

"Where have you been?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and a mischievous smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks blush, but before I could respond, Spencer took the initiative.

"Checking some important files," he said, with an enigmatic smile.

The team accepted the explanation, although not without some suspicious looks. As the night wore on, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the file room. It was an intense and beautiful, albeit interrupted, moment that marked the beginning of something new and exciting between Spencer and I, something I was eager to explore further.

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ

Months later...

From that day on, Spencer and I began a secret relationship. We kissed in hidden places in the office, taking advantage of every opportunity to be together without being seen. Meetings became an excuse to brush hands under the table, and coffee breaks were furtive moments of quick kisses in deserted hallways.

One night while working late, we met again in the file room. The tension between us was palpable, and we couldn't resist. Spencer cornered me against a bookshelf, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. His hands explored my body urgently, and I found myself responding with the same intensity.

"We have to be careful," Spencer whispered against my lips, his breathing ragged.

"I know," I replied, my fingers tangling in his hair, "but I can't help it."

Our secret romance continued, each encounter filled with the thrill of the forbidden. Despite the risks, neither of them wanted to stop. The passion we shared was too strong, and every kiss and caress only fueled our desire more.

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly☆

[hksdlgsyappage]

Christmas coziness

Spencer reid oneshot

C: Fluff

Summary: In a cozy, Christmas-decorated room, she relaxes with cocoa when Spencer Reid enters, apologizing for startling her. As they talk about Christmas traditions, Spencer opens up about the real magic of being with someone special.

The setting is cozy, with the soft glow of Christmas lights twinkling around the room. The scent of cinnamon and pine fills the air, the faint crackling of the fire offering a sense of comfort. She is curled up on the couch, a mug of hot cocoa in hand. Lost in the warmth of the moment, she watches the dance of the flames when suddenly, Spencer Reid appears in the doorway.

"Hey... sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you," his voice is gentle, the warmth in it almost tangible. "I was just making sure the last of the decorations were in place... and, uh, I may have gotten distracted by the snow falling outside. It’s so beautiful this time of year, isn’t it? Everything feels a little... magical."

He steps further into the room, his eyes twinkling as he moves closer, his presence a quiet strength, grounding and yet exhilarating. She sets down her cocoa, her attention now fully on him as he settles beside her, shifting just a little closer, as if drawn to the warmth not just from the fire, but from him too. His voice, usually steady and calm, is softer now, almost shy as he continues.

"You know, I’ve been reading about Christmas traditions around the world. Some people believe that if you stand under mistletoe with someone special, it’ll bring good luck. But... I think the real magic is just being with someone who makes you feel... well, special. Like right now, for example."

She watches him, her heart doing a little flutter as he smiles at her, a little goofy, a little unsure. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze soft and uncertain, and Spencer feels his own smile tug at the corners of his lips as he responds, his voice quieter than usual.

"You... you’re right," she says, a warmth spreading through her that has nothing to do with the fire. "Being with someone who makes you feel special... it’s rare, and it’s a kind of magic all its own."

He seems taken aback for a moment, blinking at her, his smile widening with a soft chuckle that makes her chest tighten in the best way. She glances down at her hands, then back up at him, her smile turning shy again.

"Okay, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I... I just wanted to say that spending Christmas with you feels like the best present I could get. I know I’m not great at, you know, emotions sometimes, but... you make me feel things. Things I didn’t even know I could feel."

His words make her breath catch, and for a moment, she can’t find the right words to respond. Spencer Reid has always been quick with facts and figures, but moments like this—vulnerable, real—feel far too big for her to fully comprehend. She looks at him, really looks at him, and in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, his face seems to shimmer with something that’s beyond the physical.

"I... I don’t know what to say," Spencer admits, his voice low. "But I think you’re right. You’re more of a gift to me than I could ever deserve. And... I feel the same. You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of either."

Her eyes soften as she takes this in, and for a long moment, the room seems to hold its breath. The tree twinkles beside them, its ornaments reflecting the soft light, and Spencer can’t help but think that, maybe, she’s right. This Christmas tree isn’t just a tree. It’s a symbol, just like her. A symbol of something beautiful, something warm, something he never thought he’d find.

She pauses, glancing up at the mistletoe overhead with a playful look in her eyes. She looks back at him, a little uncertain but also full of hope, like she’s about to take a leap of faith.

"Maybe... maybe we should test the mistletoe theory?" she suggests softly. "Just to see if it works. You know... scientifically speaking."

Spencer’s heart skips another beat, and for once, he doesn’t feel the need to overthink or analyze. He looks at her, his gaze soft and full of emotion, and then nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah. Let’s see."

And as he leans in, her breath warm against his cheek, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the magic that had been quietly building between them all along.

[teletubbyinlipstick]

DogWood Tree

Artemis. R.

“Only do what your heart tells you” - Princess Diana

(18+ for themes of assault. MINORS DNI! You are responsible for the media you consume. You have been warned.)

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You were new to the BAU, having only been fresh out of the academy for 5 months, and an official “intern agent” for 3. It was understandable that you'd have hiccups along the way.

Yes, you had the badge, the gun, and the FBI vest you so dearly loved, but they considered you an “Intern Agent” as sort of a preliminary to see how you do with the team. See If you integrate well and adapt to a new habitat. Of course, you were allowed on cases. However, you always had to have a Supervisory Special Agent with you.

In all fairness, you were the youngest. Sometimes you need a guiding hand, not in a babying way-as you are 23 years old with a sound mind and job- but more of a young doe, wide eyed and eager to please.

Eager to impress.

Hotch and Rossi pinpointed that in you the second you walked in for an interview. Nervously playing with your rings, flushed cheeks, and every couple minutes, you'd tuck strands of hair behind your ear. It was sweet, so young and open. Could you really blame them for their instincts? They instantly took a protectiveness over you, treating you like family, almost like a daughter.

Not to mention how sweet the others are, adored with your youth and energy. Penelope gave you stuffed animals upon accidentally learning of your ever growing collection. JJ and Luke somehow memorized your coffee order immediately, and since you tended to show up 40 minutes after everyone, the two often took turns bringing you coffee.

Emily and Morgan were definitely your big brother/sister; they teased you relentlessly, ruffling your hair during training or round table meetings. Being the youngest was something they loved to tease you about. Arguing over who gets to “babysit” first. Morgan likes to hold your badge out of reach and giggle like a psycho when you inevitably climb a chair to reach it. Although the look on his face when Hotch scolds him for teasing is so worth the irritation.

The only one you couldn't quite figure out was Reid.

Spencer Reid.

An anomaly like no other, a mystery by any other name. The man doesn't say much to you outside of work. He's very warm, open, to the others, but he shuts down a bit when it comes to you. In fact, you can count on one hand the conversations you two have shared that didn't involve work. Those moments are beautiful, the soft giggles and his lips quirking up as he gazes at you with something you can't quite put your finger on.

They never last long enough for you to decipher. You can tell when he comes to himself a sudden, sharp, intake of breath before he tenses clears his throat and makes a beeline for the opposite end of the room. It's a bitter end to the brief sweetness.

You've tried to soothe the burn of whatever scorn you've caused from him, bringing him ginseng honey tea because JJ said it was his favorite. Only for him to smile strainly and leave the cup full at the top of his desk…so maybe he's weird about people touching his food and drinks…that's okay! Generosity comes in many forms, so next you tried holding a door open for him and quickly never did it again because the look he gave you made you want to crawl into a closet and rot.

It seems whatever kind favor you do for him irritates him greatly time and time again. It's exhausting and you can't imagine what you've done to warrant such…animosity. You were determined to please. To get to the bottom of this.

You were nothing if not stubborn!

Currently, the team and you are in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Having been flown out the night prior for 4 missing women reports, 2 bodies showed up downstream a river right outside a camp ground. All young, early 20s, camp counselors.

Upon landing Rossi and you were paired and sent to the camp, specifically the cluster of cabins where two of the women bunked together. In the car you both bounced theories back and forth a major one being he was a camp counselor who was rejected/humiliated by other counselors. Perhaps he was a grounds keeper, a sudden stressor has him reacting.

Rossi heads towards the front office intent on having a looj at the files. You trek on to the first cabin, Rebekah Daniel's was the first to go missing. The door was taped off caution signs covering the blood and dirt stains across the porch.

Entering the place was foul, it smelled of something awful and it was throughly trashed. A clear sign of a struggle. You do a swoop of the room where you find a snapped necklace caught under a window pane. Possibly where he had dragged them out.

Hotch calls not long after Rossi and you meet back up. Stating him and Reid might have a more defined geographical location of the unsub. You both conducted interviews with the other campers, splitting them into groups before dwindling down to one on one.

It unfortunately didn't bring much to light, so, heading back to the station you give Rossi and run through of what you found. He squeezes your shoulder, a proud grin on his face. Giving you a "good job, kid." For the effort.

It was time for the second update on JJ and Emily as they interviewed the girl's families. Something felt off the rest of the night. You couldn't pinpoint what exactly, but you were on edge and frustrated with how the interviews had gone…you're missing something. You just know it.

Now, technically you weren’t allowed to get on crime scene sites without a Supervisory Agent with you…but you had a random stroke of luck when remembering the writings on the bathroom stalls out near the campground you and Rossi had Investigated hours prior. So, really, who could blame you?

And that's exactly how you ended up running through the woods in nothing but sweatpants, sneakers, and a baggy t-shirt. It was almost 2am, your phone was gone, your jacket was gone, and most of your dignity was also gone. When you arrived, it was quiet, settled, and you were quick in getting to the stalls and snapping photos of the writing. Intending to study them at the hotel rather than in the woods…in the middle of the night. So imagine your surprise when your full force body slammed into the wall, ears ringing as a boot stomps onto your stomach. You have enough sense to latch on the leg the second time it comes down and use it as leverage to kick up into the man's groin. Scrambling up and over him crashing through the bathroom door frantically dialing Morgan's number.

You can hear him behind you. A snarl sound coming from his throat as he chases, It's predator and prey. Morgan picks up on the 4th ring.

“Yo, this better be good, kid.”

Barely managing a sharp squeal/wail when you're tackled again, phone flying from your grasp. Not hearing the frantic tone of Morgan calling your name. The man - who you now know is the unsub - grabs a fist full of your hair, his hand as big as your head as he shoves your face against the rough dirt and rocks.

“What a sweet little lamb you are. What're you doing all by your lonesome?” his voice was gravely, almost ill sounding, and you cried till your voice was hoarse struggling under him. A horrible sound of a zipper has you tensing, your left arm frees with his sudden pressure change. And you take that opportunity to pull your arm back, then snap it against the unsubs nose, and you can hear the sickening crunch of cartilage and bone. It's pitch black, and you don't notice the steep drop both you and the unsub come close to. Desperate to live and running on animal instincts, you use another pushing point on his outer thigh to create distance. You're up and on your feet, balancing on your left leg to deliver a swift kick to the head with your right when the unsub gets to his knees. motherfuckers got perseverance.

A brief glint catches the moonlight, and your eyes widen. Oh fuck.

He's got a gun.

Your delay was your downfall. In your sudden pause, it gave the unsub enough time to aim and fire. The bullet takes home in your shoulder, stumbling back, almost dazed as the ground gives way, and you plummet down a steep hill.

Oh god...

The team is gonna kill me.

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This is nothing but one big rough draft I edited where I could, but yeah, it's not meant to be perfect. I hope you enjoyed it tho! Please feel free to give advice or point out any errors! I have a whole story in my mind, I'm negl. I don't know if I'll continue it, but imma try because I have a huge idea where it goes next so....maybe expect? I'll update more if anything changes.

[maniiaccs]

Echoes of silence

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader.

In Which: JJ reunites with her first love in a unusual way.

tw:violece.

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The late afternoon sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow through the windows of the BAU jet. Jennifer Jareau sat in one of the leather seats, her gaze fixed on the file in her lap, though she wasn’t really seeing the words. The faces of the victims stared back at her, each one hauntingly familiar, each one drawing her deeper into a past she had tried to leave behind.

“Another one,” Hotch said as he approached her, his voice low, his expression grim. “We just got the call. A fourth victim.”

JJ’s heart sank. She had been afraid of this. Afraid that the unsub was accelerating, getting bolder. Afraid that her past was catching up with her in the worst possible way.

“Same MO?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hotch nodded. “Young woman, early thirties, found in a remote location. No signs of a struggle. She was killed quickly and efficiently.”

JJ closed her eyes, the image of the latest victim flashing in her mind’s eye. She didn’t need to see the crime scene photos to know what the woman looked like. The unsub had a type, and that type was disturbingly close to one person she had been thinking about more and more since the case began.

The team had been working the case for days, chasing leads that led nowhere, piecing together a profile that was as elusive as the killer himself. The victims—four women now—all shared similar physical characteristics: blonde hair, blue eyes, around JJ’s height, with a quiet demeanor that suggested they were easy targets. But there was something more. Something personal.

JJ felt a cold knot of dread tighten in her chest as she considered the implications. The unsub wasn’t just killing women who looked like her. He was killing women who looked like ____.

It had been years since JJ had last seen you, years since she had chosen the BAU over the relationship that had meant everything to her. You had been her first real love, the one person who understood her in ways no one else could. But the job had demanded more and more of her time, her energy, until there was nothing left to give. The decision to leave had been mutual, but the pain of it still lingered, a dull ache in her heart that never fully went away.

And now, with each new victim, that ache was turning into a sharp, desperate fear. Fear that you were in danger. Fear that she was already too late.

“JJ?” Hotch’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I… I think I know why the unsub is choosing these victims.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“They look like someone I used to know,” JJ admitted, her voice tight with emotion. “Someone I was close to. I think the unsub is targeting women who resemble her.”

Hotch’s expression darkened. “Have you contacted her?”

JJ shook her head. “Not yet. I didn’t want to believe it was connected. But now… I have to.”

“Do it,” Hotch said firmly. “We can’t take any chances. If she’s a potential target, we need to keep her safe.”

JJ nodded, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating for just a moment before she dialed your number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, before going to voicemail. Your voice, still so familiar, filled her ears.

“Hey, it’s _____. Leave a message.”

JJ’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She had imagined this moment so many times, but it had never been like this. Never with a sense of urgency that made her chest feel tight, her pulse race.

“_____,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s JJ. I… I need to talk to you. It’s important. Please call me back as soon as you get this.”

She ended the call and let out a shaky breath, her mind already spinning with worst-case scenarios. What if the unsub had already found you? What if he was watching you right now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

The thought made her feel sick.

“JJ, what’s going on?” Morgan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, concern etched on his face as he approached.

JJ looked up at him, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “I think the unsub is after someone I know. Someone I used to… care about.”

Morgan’s expression softened. “You should tell us everything. We need to know who she is, where she is.”

JJ nodded. “Her name is ____. We… we were together a long time ago. She lives in New York now, but I haven’t spoken to her in years. I’m afraid the unsub is going after women who look like her.”

Morgan’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t press her for more details. “We’ll do everything we can to find him before he gets to her. But you need to make sure she’s safe, JJ. She’s the key to this.”

JJ knew he was right, but the weight of the situation was almost too much to bear. She had left you behind to protect you, to focus on the job. But now, that decision felt like a mistake, one that could cost you your life.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. Your name flashed on the screen, and JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she answered.

“_____?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“JJ,” you replied, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Why did you call?”

JJ closed her eyes, struggling to find the right words. “I need you to listen to me, okay? There’s… there’s someone out there, and I think he’s targeting women who look like you. I need you to be careful. I’m coming to see you.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and JJ could practically hear the wheels turning in your mind.

“JJ, what are you talking about? What do you mean he’s targeting women who look like me?” you asked, your voice rising with a mix of fear and confusion.

JJ swallowed hard, trying to keep the panic from creeping into her voice. “I don’t have all the details yet, but I know you’re in danger. Please, just… trust me on this. I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

Another pause, then a sigh. “Okay. I trust you.”

The relief that washed over JJ was almost overwhelming. “Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just stay somewhere safe, and don’t go anywhere alone.”

“I will,” you promised. “Just… hurry, okay?”

“I will,” JJ repeated, her heart aching with the knowledge that she had dragged you into this nightmare.

As she ended the call, she looked up at Morgan, who had been silently watching the exchange. “I’m going to need your help on this.”

“Anything you need,” he said without hesitation. “We’ll find this guy, JJ. I promise.”

JJ nodded, but the knot of fear in her chest only tightened. She had to believe they would catch the unsub before he got to you, but the clock was ticking, and every second felt like an eternity.

The drive to your apartment was a blur. JJ barely registered the passing scenery, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. Memories of your time together flashed in her mind—late-night conversations, quiet moments of laughter, the way you’d look at her with so much trust, so much love. And then the memory of the day she walked away, the pain in your eyes as she explained that she couldn’t do both, couldn’t have both.

JJ clenched the steering wheel, guilt gnawing at her insides. She had left to protect you, to keep you from being dragged into the darkness that consumed her life at the BAU. But now that darkness had found you anyway, and she wasn’t sure she could live with herself if something happened to you.

When she finally reached your building, the sun had set, and the city was bathed in a cool, twilight glow. JJ parked and rushed inside, her heart pounding with each step. The elevator ride felt agonizingly slow, every second stretching out as her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

The door to your apartment was slightly ajar when she reached it, and JJ’s blood ran cold. She pushed the door open, her hand instinctively going to the gun at her side as she stepped inside.

“_____?” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

Silence.

JJ’s heart hammered in her chest as she moved through the apartment, her senses on high alert. The living room was empty, the kitchen undisturbed. But when she reached the bedroom, she froze.

The bed was neatly made, but there was something on the pillow—a small, rectangular object wrapped in plain brown paper. JJ’s stomach twisted with dread as she approached it, her hands shaking slightly as she picked it up.

She carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing a photograph. It was a picture of you, taken recently, judging by the clothes you were wearing. The angle was close, too close, as if the photographer had been standing just a few feet away from you.

On the back of the photo, in messy handwriting, was a single sentence: So close, yet so far.

JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the words, her pulse pounding in her ears. The photo slipped from her trembling fingers and fluttered to the floor, landing face down on the carpet. The words felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder that she was too late.

Panic surged through her as she grabbed her phone, quickly dialing your number again. Each ring felt like a lifetime. When your voicemail picked up again, JJ’s heart sank deeper into her chest.

“_____, please call me as soon as you get this,” she said, her voice tight with fear. “I’m at your apartment, but you’re not here. Please, just let me know you��re okay. I’m going to find you, I promise.”

She ended the call and forced herself to focus, to push back the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm her. There had to be something here, some clue as to where you had gone. JJ scanned the room, looking for anything out of place, anything that might give her a lead.

Then she saw it—your laptop, still open on the desk by the window. The screen was black, but when JJ touched the trackpad, the screen lit up, revealing an open email. It was from an unknown sender, the subject line blank. The message itself was short, just a set of instructions and an address.

JJ’s eyes widened as she read the message, the fear in her chest sharpening into a cold, hard dread. The address was in an industrial area on the outskirts of the city, a place she knew well from the case files. It was where the last victim had been found.

The unsub had lured you there. He wanted JJ to follow.

Without wasting another second, JJ grabbed her phone and called Hotch. The moment he answered, she relayed the situation in clipped, urgent tones.

“He’s taken her, Hotch. I know where he’s keeping her.”

“We’re on our way,” Hotch replied, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t engage until we get there, JJ. We’ll handle this together.”

JJ knew he was right, but every instinct in her body screamed at her to go now, to get to you before it was too late. She ended the call and took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake, not when your life was on the line.

She raced back to her car, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and determination. She wasn’t going to lose you—not like this. Not when she had a chance to make things right.

The drive to the address felt both agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast. JJ’s mind raced with scenarios, each one worse than the last. She tried to push them aside, focusing instead on the memory of your voice, your smile, the way you had always looked at her with such unwavering trust. She had to believe that she could save you, that she wasn’t too late.

The industrial area was dark and deserted when she arrived, the buildings looming like silent sentinels in the night. JJ parked her car and grabbed her gun, her heart pounding as she approached the building. It was an old warehouse, the windows boarded up, the door slightly ajar.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself as she stepped inside. The air was thick with the smell of dust and oil, and the only light came from a few flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling. JJ moved cautiously, her senses on high alert as she swept the area.

“_____!” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

There was no response, only the sound of her own footsteps echoing off the walls. JJ’s grip on her gun tightened as she moved deeper into the building, her eyes scanning every shadow, every corner.

Then she heard it—a faint noise, like a muffled cry. JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she followed the sound, her pace quickening. She rounded a corner and froze.

There you were, tied to a chair in the center of the room, your hands bound behind your back, a strip of duct tape covering your mouth. Your eyes were wide with fear, but the moment you saw JJ, that fear shifted to something else—relief, hope.

“_____,” JJ breathed, rushing forward. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her hands shaking as she reached for the tape. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here.”

But before she could remove the tape, she felt the cold press of metal against the back of her neck. The click of a gun’s safety being released echoed in the silence, freezing her in place.

“Drop the gun,” a voice hissed from behind her. “Or she dies.”

JJ’s blood turned to ice as she slowly raised her hands, letting her gun fall to the floor. It clattered against the concrete, the sound reverberating through the empty space.

“Good,” the voice said, satisfaction dripping from the word. “Now stand up, nice and slow.”

JJ did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the unsub’s presence behind her, could sense the cruel anticipation in the air. He had been waiting for this, for the moment when he could finally confront her face to face.

“Turn around,” he ordered, the gun still pressed to her neck.

JJ turned slowly, her eyes locking onto the unsub’s. He was younger than she had expected, with a sharp, angular face and cold, calculating eyes. There was a sick kind of satisfaction in his expression, a twisted delight in the power he held over her.

“Why are you doing this?” JJ demanded, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. “What do you want?”

The unsub’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I want you to suffer,” he said simply. “The way I’ve suffered. The way you made me suffer.”

JJ frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he sneered, his grip on the gun tightening. “You ruined my life, Agent Jareau. You took away everything that mattered to me.”

The realization hit JJ like a punch to the gut. She had seen that look before, in the eyes of the families of the unsubs they had taken down. The anger, the bitterness, the desire for revenge. This man wasn’t just a random killer—he was the son of one of the men the BAU had put away. One of the men she had helped bring to justice.

“You’re Robert Lincoln’s son,” JJ said, the pieces finally falling into place.

The unsub’s eyes flashed with rage. “He was all I had! And you took him away from me! You took him away, and now I’m going to take everything from you.”

JJ’s heart raced as she glanced at you, still tied to the chair, your eyes wide with terror. She had to find a way out of this, had to find a way to get you to safety. But with the gun pressed to her neck, her options were limited.

“What about her?” JJ asked, nodding towards you. “she had nothing to do with this. Let her go. This is between you and me.”

The unsub laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I know how this works. You’re the one who taught me, after all. Hurt the ones they care about the most, and you can break anyone.”

JJ’s blood ran cold. “Don’t do this,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “It won’t bring your father back.”

“No,” he agreed, his voice low and menacing. “But it will make you feel the same pain I’ve felt every day since you took him from me.”

In one swift motion, the unsub shoved JJ to the ground, the gun now aimed directly at you. JJ scrambled to her feet, her heart in her throat as she saw the terror in your eyes.

“Please, don’t!” she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll do anything—just don’t hurt her!”

The unsub smirked, savoring the power he held over her. “Begging already, Agent Jareau? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

JJ’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, a way to get to you before it was too late. But before she could move, she heard the distant sound of footsteps, faint but unmistakable. The team was closing in.

The unsub heard it too. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to you, his finger tightening on the trigger. JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was about to do.

“No!” she screamed, lunging forward.

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, a deafening crack that seemed to freeze time. JJ’s world narrowed to a single point, her eyes locked on you as she watched in horror, praying that she wasn’t too late.

But the sound of a body hitting the floor wasn’t yours—it was the unsub’s. JJ blinked in shock, her heart still racing as she realized what had happened. The team had arrived just in time. Morgan’s shot had taken down the unsub, his body crumpling to the ground, the gun slipping from his lifeless hand.

JJ rushed to you, her hands shaking as she tore away the tape over your mouth and untied your hands. The moment you were free, you threw yourself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” JJ murmured, holding you tightly, her own tears spilling over. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

You clung to her, your body trembling with the aftershocks of terror. JJ pressed her forehead against yours, her heart still pounding in her chest. She could feel the warmth of your breath against her skin, the steady thrum of your pulse beneath her fingertips. You were alive. You were safe.

The rest of the team moved swiftly, securing the scene and confirming that the unsub was indeed dead. Hotch approached JJ, his expression a mixture of relief and concern.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

JJ nodded, though she wasn’t sure if she really believed it. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and the lingering terror of how close she had come to losing you. “Yeah. Thanks for getting here in time.”

Hotch gave her a small, reassuring nod. “We’ll take care of everything here. You should get her out of here, JJ. Take her somewhere safe.”

JJ glanced down at you, still wrapped in her arms, your grip on her as tight as if you were afraid to let go. She didn’t blame you. The ordeal had been horrifying, and she knew it would take time for both of you to process what had happened.

“Come on,” JJ whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded, letting her guide you out of the warehouse and into the cool night air. The team’s vehicles were parked outside, the flashing lights casting long shadows on the ground. JJ helped you into the passenger seat of her car before sliding in behind the wheel. For a moment, she just sat there, her hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady herself.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked softly, turning to look at you.

“Anywhere,” you replied, your voice hoarse from crying. “Just… stay with me.”

JJ reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Emily: My ex got into a car accident today-

JJ: Bitch don't smile

Emily: My ex got into a car accident today

Emily: and I was going to ask if he's okay but then I remembered

JJ: You Remembered what?

Emily: that I don't give a fuck!

[garciaasfluffypen]

it sounds like music to me

pairing: jemily x fem!reader word count: 3.4k warnings: reader is a bit bratty, SMUT. minors dni. top!emily, bottom!jj, switch!reader, fingering, pussy licking, based off of this ask and a little bit of this ask a/n: i hope its okay i mushed these two asks together!! also, as much as we love older jj and older em, i couldn't not do baby faced jj and em. i mean, look at them

emily and jj knew it would be hard to find a third person for their relationship, but didn’t expect it to be this hard.

they had been searching for just about a year but had been coming up short. the first girl was only in town for the summer, the second got jealous too easily. the third didn’t understand that jj and emily were a package deal, and the fourth only wanted emily. they had tried app after app but couldn’t get anyone who understood it was both of them or none of them. that seemed to be the hardest part, not knowing what they were going to get. if they were going to get someone who understood, or someone who they would have to coach through every step of the way. sure, they found the occasional gem, but there was always someone who was nice. was just what they were looking for.

they weren’t sure what they had expected when emily took a gig at the local dive bar, but they found themselves meeting up with some of their queer friends for dinner, drinks and according to the flier, “a fun night of entertainment!”. jj had never been one for singing, she had always preferred to do the behind the scenes stuff for emily. emily was the voice, the talent of the two of them. she was the one who was plastered all over social media, the one getting all the views. it could have been the reason some of the people found them attractive, now that she was thinking about it. It could very well have been the reason the girls were attracted to them. but she didn’t really mind, as long as she had a good time.

but they hadn’t met you yet.

you were the local musician for hire, typically playing guitar wherever you could. it wasn’t the best little side gig ever, but it got you the money to put food on the table. you had been doing the gigs you could pick up along with serving and bartending when you could. most of the money went to the bills you had to pay on your shitty studio apartment just outside of dc, but whatever you made from your gigs was what got you from paycheck to paycheck. you typically made enough to get through the week, but this week you were struggling. your car broke down and the bar was closed for renovations, meaning you were relying on yours serving tips to get you through this week. thankfully, there were some extra open mics going on this week that were desperately looking for a guitarist. and you just happened to be free.

which was probably how you found yourself at the dive bar at nine pm, sitting on a stage and playing along with people as they either sang their little hearts out or were very clearly drunk and looking for attention. the main act wasn’t going on until ten, and you knew that they most likely got more than you did, but you didn’t care. you simply were here to join in on the fun and maybe get laid. it was win win for you, unless you went home empty handed. then it was a win lose. but you were having fun, you got free drinks since you were providing the entertainment and it was interesting to see the different people and how they acted when they had alcohol in their system. every little bit you were whisked into different songs that didn’t have a backing track, and when you weren’t needed you could go sit at the bar and enjoy it. they had given you a flat fee for the night anyway, so it wasn’t like you needed to stay up on the stage.

you had noticed a group of women staring at you all night, and you one hundred percent were playing into it, but didn’t know much beyond that. every time they pointed at you or looked in your direction, you would wave or wink or do something that would make the blonde one giggle. she had been on her phone for most of the night so you weren’t sure what her game was, but you were only on the clock for another half hour before you could sit back, relax and enjoy whatever was going on after the little community singing night. you debated going to sit with the blonde and her friends, but figured something was going on with them since they kept looking towards the door. it probably wasn’t meant to be, anyway. you rarely found girls that were into the stuff you were into.

but that’s when you noticed them.

emily prentiss, or as you had begun to call her, one of the hottest people you had ever seen on social media, ever. you had heard rumors that she and her girlfriend were looking for a third, but knew the chances were slim to none that you’d ever run into them. however, it looked like luck was on your side as you watched them walk through the bar and head over to the group of girls who were eyeing you all night. you downed your beer, heading over to the dj and asking if you could play a quick song before they switched the stage over. if you had any chance to get with her, tonight was that night. you had enough alcohol in your system to give you the kick you needed to play the song you wrote inspired by her, so why not give it a chance?

emily’s eyes caught yours as you sang on the stage, the notes effortlessly flowing from the guitar in your hands. she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing as she looked over to you, then back at jj, who had somehow started talking to the bar manager within the past five minutes. all the thoughts in her head disappeared as she listened to you sing, mesmerized by the tone of your voice and how the words came out of your mouth in ways she could never comprehend. she couldn’t help but notice the lyrics resembled a girl who sounded suspiciously like her, but shrugged it off, considering there were a lot of brown haired brown eyed girls out there.

“em?”

“sorry, what was that?”

“i was asking if you were set, since we soundchecked earlier today.”

“yeah, we should be good.”

“are you okay?” jj looked up at her. “you don’t have to-”

“no, i just saw a pretty girl, the one on stage.”

“hm?” jj turned around, looking up at the stage. “oh wow, she is pretty.”

“do you think…?”

“if you want to try, we can try. but by the looks of it, i think pen has been scheming all night.”

emily chuckled as she saw the blonde heading over to the bar, seemingly ordering a cup of whatever you had been drinking. considering penelope had told the two that she had seen someone they might be interested in, it was easy to put two and two together. she really hoped that the girl up on stage was the girl pen had her eyes on all night.

before she knew it, the stage had been switched for her set and she was whisked into the world of music, momentarily forgetting her whole plan of getting you to come home with her and jj. however, penelope did not forget and beckoned you over the second she saw you were free. you got pulled into a conversation with her and the three other women at the table, all of whom seemed to be friends with jj and emily. you noticed that jj was very timid and quiet, very unlike emily. but you had come to find out it was pretty easy to fall for the people who were total opposites of you, so you presumed that was the dynamic they had going on. you got along with them very well during the night, and got even more free drinks out of it. plus, you got to see emily perform as well. jj slipped away a few times to take videos for social media, smiling proudly as her girlfriend sang her songs.

after emily’s set was over, she made her way over to her friends, guitar bag hanging over her back. she set it down and slipped right into the conversation, taking a second to register you sitting at the table. you were pretty tipsy by now, borderline drunk, and you knew if you didn’t go home with emily and jj you’d be going home with someone else on one of your dating apps. the night could go one of two ways, and you really hoped it would go the way you wanted it to go. the older woman, who you learned was a therapist named tara, tapped out around midnight since she had clients in the morning. penelope and the shorter girl, kate, followed shortly after, mumbling something about needing to get enough rest before heading into work. which meant you were left with emily and jj. alone.

“you play guitar, yeah?”

“i do.” you nodded, taking another peanut from the cup on the table. “been playing since i was ten. my dad taught me.”

“any other instruments?"

“nah,” you started, smirking. “i probably could learn more though, i’ve been told i’m good with my fingers.”

you knew flirting with people was risky, but you figured it was worth a shot considering how emily had looked at you when you were singing earlier. a jolt went through your body as emily’s eyes darkened, and jj’s face became covered in a layer of blush. your intentions were clearly known now, and both girls in front of you looked at each other in silent agreement before jj got up to go close their tab. within minutes, you were shoving a ten dollar bill into the tip jar for the bartenders to split and following jj to the car where emily was waiting for you. the ride back to their place wasn’t horribly long, but the tension was palpable. emily had her hands on you before you could even get into the front door, pulling at the fabric of your shirt to get you inside.

“is this okay?”

“yes. very okay.” you nodded breathlessly. “i’m yours.”

you were lightly pushed onto the couch, both emily and jj coming to sit by you. jj started running her hands through your hair as emily bought you in for a kiss, her lips setting your body on fire as she kissed you. jj’s hand wandered down to your torso, finding its way under your shirt as she started placing kisses on your neck. you sighed contently as your hands moved to emily’s front, blindly reaching at the buttons on her blouse in an effort to get them off. emily wordlessly shrugged the blouse off, breaking the kiss momentarily so jj could get your shirt off. jj turned your face so you were facing her, softly kissing you. her kiss was different than emily’s was, and it sent a different wave of energy through you. it was much softer and had a little bit of restraint behind it, but not enough where it would deter anyone. you cupped her cheek as an effort to get her to kiss you harder, your other hand grabbing one of emily’s hands and placing it on your breast.

emily maneuvered herself so she was on the floor between you and jj, expertly sliding your bra off and placing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth. a moan escaped you as your head fell back at the pleasure coursing through your veins, both emily and jj consuming you wholly. carefully, emily laid you down on the couch and spread your legs apart, letting jj hover over you and take your other breast in her mouth. emliy started placing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your center, but never close enough to give you that relief. your hips buckled up as jj placed herself on your lap, placing kisses on your chest as emily continued to torture you slowly. your hands clutched at jj’s hips as you pulled her close, hands eventually making their way up her back and getting her as close as you possibly could. eventually, jj lightly tapped at your shoulder as she expertly maneuvered herself behind you, pulling you to her chest as she slotted you in between her legs.

the dynamic stood out to you like a sore thumb, and it was hot as hell. you could almost see the visible switch in jj’s eyes as she crawled behind you, ready to do whatever it was emily told her. you didn’t feel yourself switching that easily, the need to be bossed around with pushback was too strong tonight. it could have been the alcohol, it could have been the fact that the last guy you had sex with was vanilla as they came. you needed to be a brat, and you needed it now.

“open your legs all the way, baby.” emily looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“make me.”

her eyebrows shot up. “make you?”

“make me.”

emily let out a chuckle as she went to pull your legs the rest of the way apart, a smirk playing on her face as you resisted. you felt jj dig her face into your shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips as she watched the way emily reacted to you. they hadn’t had anyone who challenged her like this, it was a nice change. and to be quite honest, it was hot. jj had never had the balls to challenge her girlfriend, submitting to her relatively quickly. but there was something about having someone who could challenge her that made her think that you would be a permanent addition. jj’s hand wandered over your torso as she started placing kisses on your shoulders, pushing your hair out of her way with her free hand. she wrapped it around her palm, lightly pulling your hair to move your head back, making room for her to place kisses on your neck. emily’s fingers danced dangerously close to your center, and suddenly they weren’t. you whined, kicking your feet a little bit as you stared at her.

“you need to earn it, y/n, can you do that?”

you smirked. “you two gonna make it worth my while?”

“oh i’ll do more than that.”

emily pulled you up, flipping you over so you were facing jj. wordlessly, she guided your head to jj’s chest. you knew exactly what she wanted you to do, and you decided to play along. you were needy and horny and desperately needed to cum. you took one of jj’s breasts in your mouth, smirking to yourself as a moan fell from her lips. the hand that wasn’t holding yourself up started exploring the skin that had been exposed, playing around the baby blue band of her underwear. emily’s hand went to rub at your ass, massaging it as your knees slowly spread across the couch cushions to make room for emily to reach where you wanted her the most.

“make jj cum and i’ll think about letting you cum after her.”

“roger roger, captain.”

you made your way down jj’s torso, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as you looked up at her for consent. as she nodded, you slowly pulled the cotton off her hips, throwing them somewhere on the floor with the rest of the clothes that had been discarded haphazardly. as soon as your mouth hit her center, her hips buckled up to reach your mouth. as you ate jj out, you saw emily walk around to where jj had shifted to lay on the couch, propping herself over jj’s face. while your view was mostly blocked of jj, you had the perfect view of emily as she rode her girlfriend’s face. jj, who was caught in complete ecstasy, clutched at emily’s thighs as your tongue got faster and faster. between jj’s reactions and emily moaning, you could practically feel the wetness dripping down your legs. as you inserted a finger into jj’s center, you saw emily shake with pleasure as she came for the first time that night. she pulled herself off of jj’s face, brushing some hair out of the way as she bent down to kiss the blonde. seconds later, jj clenched around you as a loud moan escaped her, her arm flying to cover her eyes as her back arched. she flopped back down as she came down from her high, you slowly slipping your fingers out as to not startle her.

emily quietly walked behind you and put herself between your legs, her fingers finally touching you where you needed it the most. a groan fell from your lips as you fell forward onto jj’s shoulder, letting her run her hand through your hair as emily finger fucked you. the noises that were falling from your mouth were unholy, as were the sounds filling the room. jj went back to massaging your breasts and placing kisses over your skin, her free hand ghosting over your arm.

“only good girls get to cum, have you been good?”

“fu- emily please!”

her fingers slowed down. “have you been good?”

“y-yes! please i- i’m so close.”

“have you… been good?”

“i-i’ve been good please!” you begged, breaths becoming ragged. “emily please!”

emily quickened her pace again, watching with a smirk on her face as the orgasm you so strongly needed snuck up on you. your body exploded as you let yourself go, the release you had been longing for all night flowing through your veins while jj and emily helped you through it. jj pulled you into her arms as emily pulled out of you, padding away somewhere you weren’t sure where she was going. jj placed a kiss on the top of your head as emily came back, cup of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. robes were draped over her arm, setting them down on the coffee table as she began the aftercare you needed. you chugged half of the water while emily cleaned you up, being careful not to hit your sensitive areas that would cause you to flinch. she cleaned up jj next, placing a small kiss on top of her hair and rubbing her cheek lovingly. you shimmied off jj’s lap to make room for emily, shoving yourself into the farthest corner of the couch you could muster without curling into a ball. emily pulled you back over to where they were, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek.

“you did such a good job, angel, you really did.” emily smiled at you. “what else can we do for you?”

“what do you mean?”

“we don’t expect you to leave, y/n. aftercare is important.” jj piped up from the couch. “stay the night, let us take care of you.”

“i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“nonsense.” emily gave you a stern look. “stay. it’s way too late for you to be driving anyway.”

“oh i uh… i didn’t drive to the bar. i figured i’d be drinking so i just ubered.”

jj smirked. “she’s pretty and smart?”

“mm, debatable on smart.” you chuckled. “but i appreciate the compliment.”

“will you stay? at least until the morning. i don’t want you ubering this late.” emily looked at you with those big chocolate brown eyes.

“okay fi-ine” you jokingly sighed. “i’ll stay. as long as i get to sleep somewhere comfortable i’ll be fine.”

“then we’ll show you the way to the bedroom.”

you opened your mouth to decline the offer to sleep in bed with them, but emily held up a hand and gave you a stern look. you held

your hands up in surrender, knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight her on it. she helped both you and jj up, letting you put on one of the robes before leading you both to the bedroom.

“do what you need to do in the bathroom, love, we’ll be here when you’re done.”

you turned to emily. “thank you, a lot. and you’re sure i’m not intruding?”

“i promise.” she smiled at you. “now go do your stuff and come cuddle.”

“yes ma’am.”

[scarlettjemily]

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: Inspired by the song Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappel Roan.

Emily is a bartender and she sees JJ on a date with a guy that is clearly not going well. Emily being Emily, she suggests that her and JJ leave the bar and she can help redeem her Friday night.

Warnings: swearing, alluding to smut, not actual smut (sorry whores), alcohol, Emily in a red tank top lmaooo. I think that’s it?

Pictures from Pinterest. | 1 | 2 | 3 |

“Do you wanna dance?” JJ asked over the pulsing music in the bar. The room was dark, with red lighting flickering along with the beat.

The man she’d come with was sitting next to her, nursing his beer. “Oh no, no. I’m not a dancer,” he said, shaking his head.

JJ couldn’t hold back the eye roll. She instantly knew this date was over. She was looking for fun, and this guy was the complete opposite. She’d been trying to get a glimpse of his personality all night, but he was giving her nothing.

The guy awkwardly sipped his beer. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!” JJ raised her eyebrows, giving him a small nod, truly not caring what he did at this point. “Don’t spike my drink!” he attempted to joke, but it fell flat. JJ stared at him, unable to force any sort of reaction. He quickly took that as his sign to leave.

“I think you’re in need of this, sweetheart,” a shot glass filled with clear liquid appeared in front of JJ’s face, spilling slightly as the bartender placed it down.

The brunette woman who worked behind the bar placed a second shot glass down beside JJ’s. “And I’ll have one with you because I need it after having to sit here and watch that train wreck all night,” she said, pouring her shot with precision.

JJ lifted her shot, clinking it with the bartender’s, throwing it back with ease. The liquid warmed her insides, and she let out a light groan, her shoulders shivering slightly when the alcohol hit her stomach. JJ couldn’t help but smile at the woman, who took her shot without a single reaction to the warm liquor. “Didn’t think bartenders were allowed to drink on the job?” JJ leaned her chin on her propped-up arm, watching the other woman move around behind the bar.

“Not technically, but you needed rescuing,” she said, taking the empty shot glasses and tossing them into the sink. She effortlessly removed her waist apron and threw it into a basket under the bar. “I’m clocking off now. If you need me to whisk you away, I’d be more than happy to.”

JJ admired the woman’s confidence. The way she carried herself made JJ intrigued to get to know her. “I don’t even know your name, and you want me to leave with you?” A smirk flashed across JJ’s mouth, excitement rushing through her. The woman was the complete opposite of the man she’d arrived with.

JJ watched as the brunette woman hauled herself up onto the bar, sitting directly next to her. She leaned down, her mouth close to JJ’s ear. “It’s Emily. Now you know. Are we getting out of here?” She hopped off the bar, landing on her feet beside JJ.

JJ got up and grabbed her purse. “Should I wait for the guy? At least tell him I’m leaving?”

Emily laughed and grabbed JJ’s hand. “Sweetheart, let’s not waste any more of this night on a shitty first date. Especially with that guy.” She led JJ away from the bar, toward the exit.

JJ couldn’t help the giddiness that flowed through her as she gripped the woman’s hand and followed her out of the bar.

JJ’s chest thumped once they got outside, and she was finally able to get a proper look at the woman in the brightness of the streetlights. She was beautiful. Her pale skin contrasted against her dark brown, almost black hair. The woman wore boots, black jeans, and a red tank top, making her skin glow in a way JJ couldn’t quite grasp.

“Now usually I tell people to never waste their Friday night on a first date, but that’s too late. So what do you wanna do? How’re we gonna redeem your Friday?” Emily asked, motioning to the street and taking her eyes away from JJ for a second. “Club?”

“Yes,” JJ felt as though she would’ve blindly followed this woman wherever she wanted. There was something about the bold move she made that hooked JJ instantly.

“So is this technically our first date?” Emily looked over at the woman next to her as they walked down the street. She chuckled at her question, thankful the vibe between them wasn’t something she’d made up in her head.

“If you want it to be, it can be,” Emily replied with a slightly raised eyebrow, waiting to see what JJ would say. Emily almost melted when JJ smiled, her nose scrunching slightly in the center of her face.

“I might as well have one successful date tonight, even if this is the craziest start to a date I’ve ever had.” JJ knew it was slightly insane to be going off with this woman, but she felt safe enough. Emily had saved her from her train wreck of a date, so she thought she might as well make the most of it.

Emily chuckled to herself, noticing that JJ was already having a much better time than at the bar. She had been watching her most of her shift, and it was rough. JJ was trying to talk to him, but he must’ve been a bit shy. Regardless, Emily felt compelled to help the woman.

“So, what’s JJ short for?” Emily asked, looking at JJ as they continued to weave through the busy street together.

“Oh, uh, Jennifer. My last name also starts with J, so people just call me JJ.”

JJ halted when Emily came to a stop. “Jennifer? What a girl-next-door kind of name. How adorable,” she said, guiding JJ into a doorway leading down to what she assumed was a nightclub. The music was thumping and getting louder with each step they took.

Emily casually grabbed JJ’s hand, slightly taking her off guard, but she held on regardless.

“Hi Penelope! Care to do me a solid and let me and my new girl in?” Emily leaned over the desk, giving the girl at the computer a small smile.

The girl looked away from her computer, crossing her arms. “Emily, that cute smile isn’t going to work on me, but a few shots the next time I’m in your bar might?” Emily laughed and leaned over the desk, giving the woman a quick kiss on the cheek. “Deal! Thanks, Pen!”

Emily pulled JJ along. “Oh, and this is Jennifer!” she yelled quickly before they both pushed through the doors.

“Pays to know people, sweetheart.” JJ let out a small laugh, loving this woman’s personality. She was everything her other date wasn’t.

They made their way, hand in hand, toward the bar. The club was packed, every inch of the floor covered in bodies, dancing and having fun. Despite that, Emily held on tightly to JJ’s hand as they made it through the sea of people.

“What would you like to drink?” JJ shivered slightly when Emily’s arm landed softly on her lower back. Her breath warmed her ear as she spoke.

“Shots? I’ll have whatever you have,” she replied, her mouth just as close to Emily’s ear as hers previously was. JJ watched her as she motioned to the bartender, ordering their drinks for them.

The bartender poured two shots for the women before serving another customer.

“Do we not have to pay for them?” JJ yelled over the loud music, struggling to even hear her own voice. She grabbed her shot, following Emily’s lead and throwing it back quickly.

“Connections, Jennifer. What’d I tell you?” She winked at JJ, making the blonde’s stomach flip.

“Now how many women have you brought here on a first date?” JJ playfully asked.

“Not as many as you’d think.” Emily’s eyes traveled past JJ’s shoulders, checking out the dance floor. “Shall we go dance?”

JJ’s face lit up, making Emily smile. “Yes, yes! Let’s go!” JJ instantly turned to guide them to the dance floor. She let go of Emily’s hand after placing it on her hip so they wouldn’t lose each other.

When they hit the dance floor, JJ’s body was already moving along with the music. Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off her. She was infatuated.

When they finally found an opening in the crowd, JJ spun around, her body moving in sync with the beat of the music.

Instantly, it was as if there was an invisible pull between the two women. Their bodies got closer with each loud thump of the song. The closer they got, the temperature between them rose.

Anyone looking at them wouldn’t believe they’d only just met. Their bodies swayed to the music like it was muscle memory.

The beat of the song dropped a few octaves, making the bass heavy in a way that vibrated through their chests. JJ casually laced her fingers into Emily’s so both their hands were connected.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat when their faces became so close, their noses almost touching. She guided JJ’s hands to rest around her neck while her own hands snaked around her waist.

All the chaos around them suddenly drowned out and blended into the music. The only thing JJ was focused on was Emily. Her fingers moved into the brunette’s hair as she pulled her lips against her own.

Emily immediately kissed back, pulling JJ impossibly closer by her hips. It started off soft at first, but the connection they felt was hard to deny. Their lips parted, the kiss deepening with each passing second.

JJ pulled away, letting out a deep breath, their noses still touching, her hand still tangled in Emily’s hair. “Wanna find somewhere to sit?” she whispered against Emily’s ear, leaving a soft kiss on it as she spoke.

Despite the warm temperature of the club, Emily shivered in response to the kiss JJ pressed on her ear. “Let’s go.” She grabbed JJ’s hand and led her to a quieter corner of the club. She saw a vacant seat in the corner, but there was only room for one. Emily sat down and, without a word, pulled JJ to sit on her lap.

JJ laughed, immediately wrapping her arms around Emily's neck and leaning down to capture her lips.

One of Emily's arms snaked around JJ's waist, pulling her body closer. Her other hand rested softly on JJ's neck, holding her still as she kissed her back.

Their lips moved together perfectly, despite having just met that night. The shared kisses between them made both women equally excited.

JJ let out a moan that vibrated against Emily's lips. Their movements became more urgent, more desperate. Both women tried to get closer to the other, but there wasn't a single inch left between them.

Emily held JJ's waist against her, hands roaming her body, trying to feel her curves and commit them to memory, not wanting to forget a single thing.

"Wanna get out of here?" Emily breathed out, momentarily pulling away from her. JJ nodded, both hands tangling into Emily's hair, slightly pulling her head back so her face was tilted up towards her.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," JJ mumbled, kissing Emily again. She wanted to get out of the club, but she couldn't keep her hands off the brunette.

Minutes passed, the kiss a complete display of desperation.

When they finally separated their swollen lips, their breathing was noticeably uneven. "Let's go," JJ slipped off Emily's lap, pulling her up by her hands.

Emily couldn't help but smile as she looked JJ up and down. Her mind was racing with all the possibilities of how the night would continue. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

The two women left the club and walked down the street hand in hand.

"So, has this night been better than you thought it was going to be?" Emily asked, snaking her arm around JJ's waist as they walked.

JJ couldn't help but smile at the shivers she felt when the other woman held her firmly around her hips. "Oh, so much better. Seriously, thank you for such a fun night," she smiled up at Emily, stopping in the middle of the footpath.

"I mean, it doesn't have to end now, you know," JJ stated, feeling herself fold slightly inward, her confidence disappearing momentarily, worried about what the other woman would say.

Emily's eyebrow raised, chuckling slightly at JJ's sudden coyness. "Jennifer, darling, are you insinuating that I sleep with people on the first date?" she teased, now having both arms around JJ's waist.

JJ's cheeks deepened to a light shade of pink. "No, not insinuating, kind of hoping?" Her head lolled to the side, her face scrunching in embarrassment. "You did say never waste a Friday night on a first date, so I'm really trying not to waste it."

Emily's hand lifted to rest on the side of JJ's face. "You're so fucking adorable," she whispered, pressing her lips to JJ's.

She could tell how nervous JJ was, but when she parted her lips, deepening the kiss, she could physically feel the other woman relax. "Let's go."

They ended up at JJ's apartment, Emily following her inside and taking it all in.

She didn't expect her night to end this way, but she also didn't want the night to end anytime soon.

JJ watched as Emily looked around the apartment. The brunette woman sat down on her couch, smiling when she realized JJ was watching her.

"Your apartment is so cozy," Emily said, tucking her legs up on the couch and hugging her knees. "I could sit on this couch for hours and watch movies."

JJ made her way to the couch and dropped down next to her. "Are you saying you want to skip the sex and put a movie on?" she questioned, teasing Emily.

Emily laughed, shaking her head. "I mean, I don't see why we can't do both?" She smirked, her legs dropping as she pulled JJ onto her lap in one swift movement.

JJ laughed loudly as she straddled Emily's lap. "You're something else, aren't you?" She wrapped her arms around Emily's neck, her fingers tangling in her hair.

Emily's hands traveled along JJ's body, feeling every curve. "I'm so glad that guy didn't have what it took to be with a girl like you."

JJ let out a breathy laugh, hungrily kissing Emily's lips. She felt eternally grateful that she didn't get stuck with her original date because Emily was exactly the type of person she wanted to be spending her Friday night with.

[reidmarieprentiss]

kinktober??

hiii okay so i think i am going to participate in kinktober!! for spencer reid obviously but i am also down for anyone from criminal minds as well as stranger things (the adults), mcu, etc.

my thought was i want to make it as reader catered as possible so if you have any ideas for specific kinks/ideas/prompts and/or characters just drop them in my inbox!! it can be anonymous but i won't actually answer them so it doesn't have to be -- i'm going to use your ideas to make a list!

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[de4dlyniightshade]

I stumbled upon your blog because of those JJ-Reid posts, and lol, finally, someone said it. I don't know where you stand on this, but I genuinely don't understand people who hype JJ and Derek's relationship with Spencer. I might be wrong, but both of them are the worst to him, in my opinion. Sure, they have their 'good' moments, but the amount of condescending and demeaning commentary they give to Reid is crazy. And no, Spencer isn't my favorite character, but even then, what JJ and Morgan did to Reid always made me uncomfortable. I think the only two who really care and listen to Reid are Blake and Emily. In my personal opinion, Reid x Emily relationship (platonic OFC) is really underrated.

worst to spencer goes jj first ofc and then derek idc.

the thing with the nightmares, telling gideon and forcing him to talk about it just rubbed me the wrong way. i can't remember exactly but there's another point where derek gets really personal about something and is such a dick to spencer for no reason.

i haven't finished the show yet(i got to s11 and then restarted it with my meemaw:3)so idk if penelope ends up being mean to spencer but so far her and emily are the only ones who take accountability for how they treat others, they don't just use their emotions as a fallback for being a bad friend like everyone else, emily was genuinely sorry for not being able to tell spencer and genuinely had a sit down talk with him about it and penelope saved his life, did one thing she never wanted to do, killed a man for him because he's her friend and she loves him.

completely agree that the best friendship in cm is emily and spencer all the fucking way. the way she was desperately looking for him in that one episode with the church cult UGH and the hug? that. ladies and gentleman. is how you love a man. she loves him. jj does not. she loves the idea of him. a real gentleman who can treat a woman right, but oh how dare he come with baggage.

i love blake and spencer's relationship too, the way he kinda immediately attaches himself too her bcs of her motherly nature is really sweet and i like that it's unspoken that he sees her as a motherly figure and she sees him as a sort of son.

hotch i can forgive for being a little mean to spencer because he was never too mean and he never claimed to love him or be his best friend or brother or any of that, although hotch does love him he doesn't broadcast it for brownie point like the others and the times he was mean he was really stressed and took it out on more than just spencer, unlike the others who pick the pushover who won't yap back and bitch at him when they're mad.

don't even get me started on elle. they were endgame.

[mggslover]

The Holiday Getaway ❆

A Holiday to Remember: part 1

In which the BAU's holiday getaway takes a dark turn when a family is found murdered on Christmas, forcing the team to investigate while reader struggles with painful memories of her past and her growing, unspoken feelings for Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader Genre: bau found family fluff and comedy, slight angst Content warnings: mentions of shitty past christmases, suggestive content Word count: 5,8k A/n: merry christmas eve! this is part 1 of my holiday special and focusses all on the fun, cute found family vibes of the bau outside of a case. next part will explore a crime case and delve deeper into reader's relationship with spencer (smutsmutsmut), so be sure to check it out tomorrow! don't forget to interact if you've enjoyed this, it'll mean a lot 🎄🤍! dividers by @issysh3ll

Snowflakes swirled against the windshield of the car, vanishing as quickly as they arrived thanks to the rhythmic sweep of the wipers. The soft hum of Christmas music filled the SUV, providing a festive backdrop to the ongoing bickering between Garcia and Morgan in the front seats. 

You were on your way to the BAU’s first official holiday getaway. It was a couple of weeks ago when Garcia came up with the idea to spend the holidays together. She planned the entire thing out and got a cabin in the woods booked, without so much as a heads-up to the team. Garcia was adamant about making this a traditional Christmas weekend getaway: Secret Santa’s, hot chocolate by the fireplace and snowball fights. As tempting and relaxing as those activities sound in comparison to the usual unsub hunting, a traditional getaway also meant no GPS, since that “ruins the fun”. So much for being a tech analyst.

“Okay, now take a right,” Penelope instructed Derek, holding a map like it was some kind of ancient artifact. “This is the shortcut. I swear.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A shortcut? You sure? Because if we get lost again, I’m pulling up the GPS.”

Penelope made a face. “We do not need the GPS. I know this route like the back of my hand.”

Spencer and you shared an amused glance from the backseat, feeling like the younger siblings on a family road trip. You couldn’t help but wonder how the other SUV was doing. It wouldn’t surprise you if Hotch, Rossi, JJ and Prentiss already made it to the cabin, warming up by the fireplace, probably betting on how many wrong turns you'd taken by now. 

After about six more chess matches on your tablet with Reid, you’re already the children of the trip, no need to hide the iPad kid allegations, the car finally slowed as Penelope’s excited shriek filled the air, announcing that you’d arrived. 

You squinted through the window, shielding your eyes against the soft, bright snow that blanketed the landscape. There, nestled in the distance, was a massive wooden house with a smoking chimney, decorated in twinkling fairy lights. The scene looked copy pasted straight out of a Christmas movie. Spencer leaned in beside you, his curls brushing against your face, eager to see the scenery. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“Come on, let’s go,” you said with a smirk, pushing open the door. Everyone piled out of the car, the crisp air biting at your skin. Derek moved to the trunk to grab the bags, handing them out one by one. The hum of the engines of the other SUV echoed in the distance as Hotch waved from the driver’s seat, pulling up alongside you. 

“Ha! I told you it was a shortcut!” Penelope teased, giving Derek a playful punch in the arm.

“I know, I know. Never doubted you, baby girl,” He responded, holding his hands up in surrender.

You turned to Rossi as he slowly emerged from the other car with a huff, stretching his legs in exaggerated motions.

“You doing alright there, Rossi?” you asked with a grin.

He groaned, bending down to touch his toes. “I didn’t sign up for a six-hour car ride,” he muttered. 

“Poor passenger princess,” you shot back, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. 

Emily and JJ stepped out of the car, their boots crunching softly against the snowy driveway as they approached you.  

“How was the ride?” JJ asked, her breath visible in the crisp winter air.  

“An eventful one, that’s for sure,” you replied with a knowing smile. “What about you? What did you two get up to?”  

“Well, we took a trip down memory lane,” Emily smirked. “Rossi finally spilled the tea on what really happened with all of his ex-wives.”  

“No way!” you exclaimed in disappointment. “I’ve always been curious about what went down with his third wife.”  

JJ chuckled, her arm slipping through yours. “One of these days, I’ll give you the whole story—over wine, of course.”  

The group moved toward the house, and as you stepped inside, the scene before you took your breath away. If the exterior had been magical, the interior was nothing short of a Christmas dream come true.  

The vaulted ceiling soared high above, its beams adorned with twinkling lights and garlands of fresh pine. In the corner stood an enormous Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments that shimmered in the golden glow of soft fairy lights. The very tip of the star-topped tree nearly grazed the ceiling.  

One wall of the living room was a seamless expanse of glass, framing a picture-perfect view of the Winter Wonderland outside. The warmth of the room drew you further in—a handwoven rug stretched across the wooden floor, anchoring a cozy sitting area arranged around a roaring fireplace. The flames crackled and popped, casting flickering shadows over the deep brown leather couches and armchairs.

Hotch and Derek, ever the gentlemen, were already gathering the luggage toward the grand staircase, Penelope instructing them on where to place everything.  

You laughed softly. For a moment, the scene around you felt overwhelming. Being surrounded by people who felt like family, people who cared enough to include you in something so meaningful—it was almost surreal. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, like you were stepping into a picture-perfect moment that wasn’t meant for you. 

The thought brought a bittersweet pang, memories of past Christmases creeping in. You remembered locking yourself in your room as a kid, trying desperately to block out the shouting from the other side of the door. And later, when you lived on your own, how the silence of those solitary holidays had felt just as loud.

You blinked back the sting in your eyes, unwilling to let the weight of the past overshadow the beauty of the moment. JJ squeezed your arm lightly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You okay?” she asked softly, her eyes kind and knowing.

You nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a little uneven. “Just...taking it all in.”

JJ returned your smile. “She really outdid herself, huh?”  

Your gaze flicked to Garcia, now descending the stairs with Hotch and Morgan, their laughter filling the space. “Oh, she really did,” you chuckled, the aching feeling being washed away by gratitude.  

“My brilliant, beautiful people! Let’s gather around!” Garcia announced, her hands fluttering theatrically as she beckoned everyone closer. She reached into her coat pocket, taking a notebook out with on the cover a pug wearing a Santa hat. 

Clearing her throat with mock importance, she held the notebook up. “First of all,” she began, “I want to say how ridiculously happy I am to be surrounded by all of you today. Truly. I mean, look at us! My fabulous crime-fighting family, all gathered in one glorious Winter Wonderland!” She placed a hand over her heart dramatically. “I’m especially glad I managed to convince you all that spending the holidays here is way more important than whatever terribly mundane plans you had in mind for the weekend.”

Her announcement was met with a round of chuckles and a few amused groans.

“I won’t leave you hanging for that much longer, I know everyone is excited to go wander around, so now, I will be announcing the bedroom arrangements for the next two nights.” 

She flipped open her notebook with a dramatic flair. “For our fearless leader and our Italian stallion,” she began, gesturing dramatically toward Hotch and Rossi, “I’ve selected the room on the far left—peaceful, secluded, and far away from the rest of us loud, lovable lunatics.”

This earned some chuckles. Hotch and Rossi exchanged a nod.

“Next,” Garcia continued, “Emily and JJ, my glorious goddesses, you’ll be sharing the suite next door to them. Roomy, cozy, and perfect for midnight gossip.”

“As for me and Hot Stuff over here,” Garcia said, flashing a grin at Morgan, “we’ll be right next door to the goddess suite. And last, but certainly not least,” she declared, looking over at Reid and you, “my beautiful geniuses will take the far-right room. Bright minds need a quiet place to rest after dazzling us all day long.”

The group clapped and cheered as Garcia snapped her notebook shut with a satisfied nod. There were no surprises in the arrangements—everyone naturally gravitated to their usual pairings. With that, everyone began to disperse, laughter and easy conversation filling the air as they made their way toward their assigned rooms.

“I hope we get a room with a window,” Spencer said as the two of you walked toward the stairs, his tone light with anticipation.

“Oh, me too,” you replied with a dreamy sigh. “Imagine waking up to that view.”

When you reached the door to your room, you gestured for Spencer to open it. “Go ahead, Dr. Reid. The honor is all yours.”

Spencer turned the handle and stepped inside, his gaze immediately drifting to the far wall. “We did get the window room!” He said, his voice tinged with genuine delight.

But while Spencer was marveling at the view, your attention went straight to the king-size bed dominating the center of the room.

You froze. Then you heard it—the soft, innocent “Oh” from Spencer as he realized it too.

“Uh... yeah. One bed,” you said, your voice tight.

Spencer turned to you. “Well, at least the window is nice,” he offered helpfully.

You blinked at him, then quickly turned on your heel. “Wait here. Don’t move,” you ordered, making a beeline for the room next door.

Three sharp knocks later, Penelope swung the door open, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

You peeked into her room, your eyes landing on the two neatly made single beds. “Oh, everything is not okay,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“What’s up, sweet cheeks?” Penelope asked, feigning innocence.

“What’s up,” you said, voice rising slightly, “is that there’s one bed in our room. One!”

Penelope scrunched her face in mock surprise. “Oh no, that’s so weird! I could have sworn all the rooms had two beds.”

“Pen,” you groaned, narrowing your eyes. “How could you do this to me? I can’t share a bed with Spencer!”

“Why not? You have a crush on him!” Penelope replied, dropping the act. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Yes, a crush!” you hissed, glancing nervously over your shoulder to make sure no one could hear. “Crushes are for daydreaming about, not for... for sharing beds! That crosses all the boundaries—professional, personal, existential! All of them!”

“We’re not at work, darling. We’re just a group of friends having a fun weekend together. Friends can totally sleep in the same bed without it being a big deal,” she tries to encourage.

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. “This is a nightmare.”

Penelope stepped closer, her tone shifting to something gentler. “Okay, okay, calm down. How about this? Derek and I can swap rooms with you two. We’ll survive the whole one-bed situation, no problem.”

You peeked up at her through your fingers, your heart racing at the thought. “Oh, uh, no, no,” you stammered. “That’s not... necessary.”

Penelope’s eyebrow arched slowly, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “No?”

“No! I mean, we’re professionals, right? It’s just... sleeping. Innocent, completely normal sleeping, next to each other, in the same bed. Totally manageable,” you babbled, the words tumbling out in rapid succession.

Penelope crossed her arms, smirking even wider. “Uh-huh. I’ve never met two people more professional than you and Spencer.”

“Exactly!” you squeaked, nodding so fast it felt like your head might fall off. “I’ll, uh... I’ll just let him know we’re keeping the room.”

“Great plan,” Penelope said, patting your arm in encouragement. “Go get ‘em, babe.”

You shot her a panicked smile and turned back toward your room, heart pounding as you steeled yourself for the next step.

With a deep breath you entered your shared room again, seeing Spencer seated on the edge of the bed, playing with his tie. He looked up as you creaked open the door.

“Hi, I—uh, Penelope made a mistake with the beds,” you said, stepping into the room.

Spencer faintly smiled. “I assumed as much.”

“Is it okay if I grab a quick shower before the whole Secret Santa thing?” you asked, hoping to keep things casual.

“Of course!” he said quickly, nodding a bit too earnestly as he shifted on his feet.

“You can stay here, you know,” you offered, gesturing to the bed. “Watch some TV or something. I won’t take long.”

But Spencer was already shaking his head, waving off the idea. “No, no, it’s fine. I, uh, still have some things to take care of.”

“Alright,” you replied, trying not to overthink his reaction. Was the whole one-bed situation making him uncomfortable?

Spencer grabbed his bag and slipped out of the room as you headed for the connected bathroom. The moment you stepped inside, your annoyance with Garcia melted away.

The bathroom was like something out of a dream. Hanging lamps casted a warm, golden glow, and the walls were made of rich oakwood, giving the space a cozy yet elegant feel. The floor was cool stone tile, and to the left, a matching wooden vanity stood under a large mirror. On the right, a sleek glass shower. But the real showstopper was the round bathtub at the far end of the room, set under yet another window with a breathtaking view of the snow-covered trees. Judging by the controls on the side, it looked like it doubled as a hot tub. Either Penelope had blown the entire budget on this trip, or this was her attempt at matchmaking taken to the next level.

Shaking your head, you stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away your tension as you tried to stop obsessing over the sleeping arrangements for the night.

Meanwhile, Spencer was spiraling. The second he left the room, he raced to Penelope and Derek’s room, knocking urgently.

The door opened a crack, and Penelope peeked out. “It’s just a bed, don’t stress about—oh! Spencer!” she squeaked, clearly expecting you.

“I’m not worried about the bed,” Spencer said in a rush, his eyes wide and earnest. “I need to talk to Derek.”

Penelope blinked, thrown by his sudden intensity. “Uh... okay? Pretty sure he went outside to look around.”

“Thanks!” Spencer called over his shoulder, already halfway down the stairs.

Penelope watched him go, her curiosity piqued. “Oh, boy,” she muttered under her breath. “This is going to be so good.”

Spencer’s eyes darted frantically around the room until they landed on Derek. He sprinted toward him, halting abruptly when he saw that he was in the middle of a conversation with Emily.

“Derek,” Spencer called, getting his attention. “I need you.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. “Now, I was expecting you to confess to me one of these days, but certainly not like this,” he joked, making Emily stifle a laugh behind her hand.

Reid rolled his eyes, his voice tinged with impatience. “I’m serious. Please, just come with me.”

Derek glanced at him, clearly confused. “Alright, man,” he said slowly, trying to figure out what got Reid so worked up. Emily waved them inside as she stayed behind.

“What’s up?” Derek asked once they were inside. 

“You picked Y/N for Secret Santa.” Spencer stated.

Derek blinked, still processing. “Yeah, I did. Why?” His eyes widened as the realization hit him. “Oh, you peeked, didn’t you? Penelope’s going to kill you.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Reid replied quickly, his voice almost pleading. “Look, I need to swap with you. I got Garcia.”

“What?” Derek asked, clearly offended. “No way. I already bought something for Y/N.”

“I’ve got something for Garcia too,” Reid said, lifting his bag as if to prove it, “it’s probably better than anything you could come up with.” 

Morgan shook his head, refusing to budge. “I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what you’ve got against Garcia, but it’s not happening.”

Spencer paused, pursing his lips. “It’s not about Garcia,” he began, thinking his next words through. “I’ve got something special for Y/N, and I really want to give it to her tonight.”

Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise. He had a thousand questions ready to ask, but over the years, he'd learned not to press Reid when he got this sincere. He’d be sure to get the full story from Garcia later.

After a long pause, Derek sighed. “Alright. Fine. But you owe me big time.”

Spencer exhaled in visible relief, a genuine smile flickering across his face. “Thanks, Derek.”

You’ve got yourself all cozied up on bed, a book in your hands and wearing the matching Christmas pajama set you got with the girls. The door creaks open, and you look up to see Spencer standing there, a small smile tugging at his lips. His posture is less tense than before—his shoulders are relaxed, and the frown on his face seemed to have melted away. The time spent alone seemed to have calmed the both of you.

You turn fully to your side, facing him. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he replies. “How was the shower?”

“Oh God, Spence,” you sigh, the memory of it still fresh in your mind. “I swear, you need to give it a try. It was the most heavenly experience of my life.”

He chuckles in response. “I can’t say no to that.”

Spencer places his bag down on the chair by the door before heading into the bathroom. Your fingers flick through the pages, content when you find the sentence where you left off. 

Suddenly the peaceful silence is interrupted by a piercing scream. You’re sure you’ve broken a world record, because in a split second, you’re off the bed, gun in hand, and racing toward the bathroom door. 

You quickly scan the room, finding no danger. But there, standing under the shower, is Spencer—completely naked, eyes wide in panic, hands clutching at his skin. The glass shower walls don’t hide anything, and in a blur of horror, you realize everything is on full display.

You join his screaming, and instinctively, you spin around, covering your eyes even though your back is already to him.

“I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything!” you stammer, not sure whether you’re trying to convince yourself or him. Because, well, you definitely saw a thing.

Both of your screams come to a halt. The silence that follows is thick with awkwardness, and after a beat, Spencer’s voice cracks through the tension.

“You—you set the water temperature to 115 degrees!” he says, sounding somewhere between panicked and utterly exasperated.

You blink, still trying to recover from the shock of what you just witnessed. “I thought you were dying!” you blurt out.

“My skin was dying! You’re stripping away the natural oils your body produces to protect itself. You know the skin is an organ, right? It’s not some random thing you can just ignore. Plus, your body’s not a furnace—it can’t handle prolonged exposure to that kind of heat. It messes with your blood vessels, makes your heart race, drops your blood pressure. It’s like you want to dry out your skin and potentially knock yourself out.”

You throw your hands up in frustration, running your fingers through your hair. “Spencer, it’s freezing outside,” you argue.

He sighs dramatically, as if this is the least logical thing you could have possibly done. “Cold is a much better option—it buys you more time to either get to safety, or, well, succumb without experiencing rapid organ failure.”

You’re about to respond when you hear him turning on the water again—this time at a much lower temperature—and with a hasty glance over your shoulder, you quickly avert your eyes again.

You shake yourself out of the random exchange, your heart still racing. “Whatever. I’m going downstairs. I’ll meet you there.” You hurry out, hoping the quick exit will help shake the awkwardness.

Downstairs, Rossi is waiting for you in the open kitchen. He places a bottle of wine on the counter, offering you a glass with a smile. “A 2008 well-chilled Pouilly-Fuissé for the lady.”

You take it gratefully, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed this.”

“Wine time already?” Emily asks, her voice filled with curiosity as she strolls over, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Every time is wine time,” Rossi replies with a wink, pouring her a glass as well.

Emily takes a sip, her sharp eyes immediately flicking over you, scanning you in that way she does when something’s off. You feel your cheeks flush, and of course, Emily notices.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping a notch, “spill it.”

You take a slow sip, swirling the wine in your glass. “I don’t think I should. You know, very expensive carpet and all that.”

Emily rolls her eyes but smiles. “Don’t try to outsmart me now. You’re rarely this flustered, and no—” she points a finger at you, “—you can’t blame it on the alcohol.”

You hesitate for a moment, then give in with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Just… Can we go somewhere a little more private?”

Emily’s grin widens as she leads you to the living room, and you both sit down. “So. You’re gonna tell me why you look like a deer in headlights.”

You glance around, making sure no one’s close enough to overhear. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you say, “I just saw… Spencer’s…”

Emily raises an eyebrow, urging you to go on.

You take a deep breath before muttering, “Penis.”

Emily almost chokes on her wine, letting out a wheeze and nearly dropping her glass.

You quickly hush her. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t a big deal.”

She recovers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “No? So he’s…?” She makes the universal ‘small’ gesture, her fingers pinched with a tiny gap between them.

“No!” You blurt out, suddenly defensive. “No, no, not at all! He was… he was good.”

The look on Emily’s face is pure delight as she bursts into a fit of laughter. “I cannot believe this. You just—wow.”

“It really isn’t that dramatic,” you mutter, hoping to deflect the tension. “I accidentally saw him in the shower.”

Emily’s eyebrows lift slightly, an expression that mixes curiosity with a touch of amusement. “Did anything happen?” she asks with interest, aware of the dynamic between you and Spencer.

“No,” You scoff with a short, dismissive laugh. “Especially not after I almost burnt his organs to a crisp.”

Confusion flickered across her face. You see it, but before she can ask for clarification, you wave off the subject.

Emily leans back on the couch, her eyes softening as she studies you, a calm yet knowing look settling on her face. “Look, I get it,” she says, her voice lower now, almost reassuring. “This was an awkward moment, but it’s not the first time you’ve wasted an opportunity in showing him how you feel. You’ve been tiptoeing around this for long enough. Come on, it’s Spencer. If there’s one person who you should feel comfortable with to confide in, it’s him."

“I know that,” you answer, the words coming out as a quiet sigh, the weight of it all pressing down on you. “It’s just not convenient. We’re colleagues, and on top of that, great friends. If I wanted to pursue something, I should’ve done it when I first joined the team. It’s too complicated now.”

She leans in slightly, her voice becoming more direct. “It’s only complicated because you’re making it complicated. You like him, and from what I can see, he feels the same. He’s probably just waiting for you to make the first move.”

You shift uncomfortably, not meeting her eyes, your fingers tapping nervously against your knee. You want to argue, but it’s hard to deny the truth. You’ve been tiptoeing around Spencer for so long—too long—burying your feelings beneath the surface where they could never cause any disruption.

“And if you don’t do something about it,” Emily adds, her tone soft but heavy with meaning, “you’ll regret it.”

A shaky exhale escapes you, as the reality of her words sinks in. “I don’t know, Em. There’s so much that could go wrong.”

Her gaze lingers on you, but it’s not pitiful. She sees right through you—sees the fear, the hesitation, the walls you’ve built up. The truth is, you’ve spent years convincing yourself that being close to Spencer was dangerous. Not just because of your professional relationship, but because of the way he anchors you—keeps you grounded when everything else feels unstable. He’s always been there, the rock you cling to when everything else feels uncertain. And the idea of stepping into something deeper with him, risking that connection, terrifies you more than anything.

Because if you lost him—if you let yourself love him and then something happened to him... you’re not sure you’d survive the fall.

The words you’ve been avoiding finally spill out of you in a quiet, strained whisper: “I’ve kept him at a distance, you know? I’ve always kept him at arm’s length because I’m afraid of what would happen if something bad happened to him. If I opened up, fully, and let myself love him… what if I lost him, Emily?” You swallow hard, the vulnerability in your voice feeling raw, exposed. “It’s a risk I’m not willing to take.”

For a long moment, Emily says nothing. She simply watches you, her expression unreadable, but you know she’s hearing you. When she finally speaks, it’s with a calm certainty that cuts right through your fear. “There is also so much that can go right,” she encourages, the words simple but heavy. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid of losing something. He’s been walking the same tightrope for as long as you have.”

Her words linger in the space between you, the silence hanging heavy. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t let you escape the truth that’s been right in front of you all along.

You open your mouth to respond, but your throat tightens, the words getting stuck. The risk of losing him is real, but so is the risk of never knowing what could be. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that the regret of not trying, of letting fear hold you back, would hurt so much more than anything else.

Emily shifts in her seat, clearly sensing the shift in energy. “Alright, enough of the heavy stuff for now. We’re supposed to be enjoying the holiday, remember?” She glances toward the doorway where the sound of laughter and festive chatter floats in. “It’s Secret Santa time. Now just look cute and pretend you’re excited before Penelope walks in.”

You chuckle, giving Emily’s hand a light squeeze, silently thanking her for steering the conversation in a lighter direction. 

One by one, the team filters into the living room, settling into the couch and chairs. Spencer walks in last, looking effortlessly beautiful as always, his hair still damp from the shower.  He offers you a sheepish smile as he sits down beside you, and suddenly, the anxiety that’s been gnawing at you melts away. Emily was right, it’s just Spencer. Your Spencer. Everything is fine.

Penelope takes her rightful spot in front of the Christmas tree, her arms outstretched toward the pile of gifts that are scattered across the floor. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Alright, everyone! Get ready, because it’s time for Secret Santa!”

“How exactly are we going to go about this? Any specific rules or guidelines we should follow?” Reid asks in interest.

“I am so glad you asked,” she responds in delight. “We’re keeping it simple—because let’s be real, our brains have been on overdrive and we all need a break. Here’s the plan: We’ll go in a clockwise order starting with Emily. Everyone can pick a gift from under the tree and open it. After that, you’ll have to guess who it’s from. And once you make your guess, the Secret Santa will reveal themselves!”

“Sounds easy enough,” Emily announces as she stands up, walking toward the tree. Her eyes quickly landed on a package with her name scrawled in sharpie. She sits back down on the couch, everyone’s eyes fixed on her with eager anticipation as she tears into the wrapping. Inside, she finds a leatherbound journal with a blackbird embossed on the cover.

“I love the song,” Emily says, running her fingers over the emblem. She looks up at JJ, a knowing smile on her face. “This could be from no one but you.”

JJ smiles in return. “It’s for writing down the thoughts—and everything else—you don’t always feel like saying. Sometimes putting pen to paper helps more than we realize.”

Emily's smile softens at the gesture, touched by the thoughtfulness behind it. Next, it’s JJ’s turn. She received a sleek organizer, and as she flips it open, the first page is a collage of photos—her wedding pictures, memories of Henry, and fun moments of the team.

“Only a parent would add a page like this,” JJ says, recognizing the personal touch. She looks at Hotch, and he nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I figured it might help with the chaos,” Hotch replies.

“You’re all too good at this guessing game,” Penelope complains playfully. “It’s no fun when everyone’s a profiler.” She bends down to pick up her own gift, the package heavy in her hands. She sits on the floor as she unwraps it carefully.

When she sees what’s inside, her eyes widen in delight. Inside the package is a DVD player that also doubles as a radio—something you've seen in ads countless times.  “Oh my god, please tell me it has the voice,” she says, fingers hovering in excitement over the buttons. She presses one, and suddenly, Derek’s programmed voice comes from the speaker, making you snort.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s December 24th. Ready for some music?”

Penelope’s face lights up, and she squeals in delight, wrapping her arms around Derek and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best!”

Derek shakes his head in amusement, giving her a quick smile before rolling his eyes at Spencer, who’s watching the exchange with an almost childlike excitement. 

Next, Derek gets a ticket to Vegas. “Once we have a free weekend, I’ll take you with me on my Sin to Win weekend,” she teases, and Derek laughs, already looking forward to it.

Just then, Hotch’s phone rings. “Excuse me,” he mutters, heading to the kitchen.

Penelope pouts. “It was his turn,” she says with disappointment.

“No worries, Garcia,” Rossi reassures her with a wink. “My present will be better anyway,” he jokes, making her smile.

He unwraps his gift—a vintage bottle of whiskey—and holds it up with a grin. “See? It doesn’t get better than this.”

Laughter fills the room, but your heart is pounding as it’s now Spencer’s turn. You watch him closely, knowing that this is the moment when he’ll open your gift. It’s a small box, and as he unwraps it carefully, his fingers pause when he sees what’s inside: an exclusive Doctor Who Time Vortex watch. The watch has a leather blue strap, gold-plated Roman numerals, and the intricate inner workings of the watch are visible through the glass. You’d spend ages hunting down this piece online, fighting off a dozen eager Doctor Who nerds, and paying well above the asking price just to secure it.

“Wow…” Spencer breathes, his voice tinged with awe as he examines the watch. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, immediately knowing it’s from you.

“How did you get this?” he asks softly, his eyes full of gratitude and wonder.

You smile, trying not to overthink your response. “It wasn’t easy, but you’re worth the effort.”

A blush spreads across Spencer’s cheeks, and for a moment, the two of you share a quiet, intimate glance. Just then, Penelope’s voice interrupts. “Hey, Y/N has two gifts! That’s not how this works!”

Spencer’s eyes narrow, shooting daggers at Derek, who unapologetically shrugs.

“Ooh, I’m special!” you tease, grinning as Penelope hands you two gifts—a big one and a small one.

“Big one first,” you say, excitement bubbling in your chest as you accept the pink box with a bow on top. You rip into the paper. A red lingerie set stares back at you from under the packaging, and you throw your head back in a laugh.

A few weeks ago, Derek had come back from another late-night fling, and the conversation still echoed in your mind.

“How come women only own the same three pairs of bras?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed.

You’d just sighed, shaking your head. “Derek, you’re lucky you don’t have boobs. Finding a bra that fits—and is affordable—is probably the hardest task one could face.”

Now, with the lingerie in your hands, you raise an eyebrow at Derek. “Do I want to know how you got my exact size?”

Derek looks over at Penelope with a sheepish grin. “I had some help from one of Santa’s elves.”

Penelope mischievously adds, “I may have hacked your computer to check out your purchases.”

You raise your hand in a dramatic, 'there you go' gesture, not at all surprised. “Of course you did.”

“Well,” you begin, looking at the box in your hands, “just know that you're never gonna see me in this.” You wave the red lace and satin teasingly in front of him, feeling a surge of amusement as Derek’s face falls in exaggerated disappointment.

You laugh, then glance over at Spencer, who’s sitting beside you. You can barely make out his muttered, “Good,” under his breath, though it’s enough to catch your attention.

You’re about to take initiative, maybe throw some playful banter his way, when the sudden sound of footsteps in the hallway cuts through the light moment. The door to the living room opens with a soft creak, and you look up as Hotch strides into the room. His jaw tight, his posture all business, and you can feel the shift in the air immediately.

“We’ve got a case. A family is murdered twenty minutes away from here.”

PART TWO