#david rossi headcanons

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

THE BAU AT A THEME PARK:

SPENCER: Got separated from the group whilst wandering the arcade and is waiting at the lost children’s point to be collected by one of his father figures.

MORGAN: Got stuck on a broken down rollercoaster and is trying so hard not to freak out in front of the hottie in the seat beside him.

PENELOPE: Has won the jackpot on an arcade machine, currently eating cotton candy and taking pictures of Morgan up in the broken-down roller coaster as she waits for her cash prize.

EMILY: On her third ride through the haunted house ride with JJ.

JJ: Eating roasted peanuts and clutching the giant bear Emily won her at the water gun mini-game stand. The ride doesn’t frighten her, but she’ll take any excuse to clutch onto Emily’s arm…

ELLE: Sitting in the car with Tara listening to Destiny’s Child. “Hey, that guy on the broken roller coaster kind of looks like Morgan...”

TARA: “I’ll get Gideon’s birdwatching binoculars.”

GIDEON: Wandering around the aquarium with his phone switched off, telling anyone who asks that he came here alone.

Meanwhile, at the lost children’s point…

ROSSI: “Hello, we’re looking for a scrawny, puppy-eyed genius with boyband hair and sweaty palms?”

HOTCH: “I got a text saying ‘dad, help.’ We’re assuming he’s here.”

Check out my Masterlist for more BAU scenarios.

[minswriting]

How criminal minds characters would react to you, their partner, calling them daddy or mommy?

nsfw | mdni | daddy/mommy kink | only for the characters i write for plus rossi because i need to feed the peepaw agenda

aaron - he has such a daddy kink. he thrives with it. the first time you ever call him daddy, he goes with it immediately. “yeah? daddy’s got you. let daddy take care of you, hmm?” while he’s fucking you so good.

rossi - rossi would chuckle and go “say that again. i like how it sounds coming from that pretty mouth.” and then when you do, he’s cumming very fast because how could he not.

derek - this man doesn’t have a daddy kink. he would go “daddy?” while smirking and quirking his eyebrow. “i don’t think so sweetheart,” before continuing what you were doing.

luke - massive daddy kink!! you’d call him daddy in bed and you’ve got luke groaning as his thrusts get sloppier as he chases his orgasm. “fuck, baby, you make daddy feel so good,” he’d grunt.

jj - jj does not have a mommy kink at all. if you called her mommy while she’s going down on you, she’d stop, pull away slightly to look at you, and say “let’s not call me what my kids call me,” before diving right back in lol.

emily - HOWEVER if you call emily mommy, she’s into it. she’s so into it. in fact she’s so into it that you could also probably call her daddy too lmao. “mommy?” she’d smirk as she’s fingering you. “mommy’s got you, baby. let mommy take care of you,” and she’s cooing, eliciting many different noises from you.

spencer - spencer, regardless of the era, does NOT have a daddy kink at all. you’d call him daddy and spencer would stop thrusting his hips to look at you before the both of you burst out into laughter because he felt so wrong to call him daddy. “daddy? please don’t call me that,” he’d exclaim. “maybe sir but not daddy.”

[sabage101]

When your card declines at therapy and they make you watch season 5 Episode 9 on repeat

“ I worked the case, just like you said ”

[flyingraven]

Criminal Minds incorrect quotes but it's real things that my friends and I have said

Emily (very sleep deprived): do we know if his mother knows he exists?

Rossi: you've had a bad day? Skill issue.

Garcia: you can't steal data!

Reid: well if you cite it properly…

Reid: fatal familial insomnia? I love that!

Garcia: do you know what the government is actually hiding from us? Bears.

Rossi (in the middle of a story): and I'm panicking because I don't want to be the guy who punched a pelican

Reid: her superior temporal gyrus is wickety wack yo

Reid: ... it's okay I hate myself too sometimes

Blake: Satanists LOVE grammar

Gideon: no cry me a river for you. Cry me a desert.

JJ (looking at Emily): "this edible aint shit" they say they as they perform the macarena wrong

[reidsc0nverse]

pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 5

so it seems everyone loves these lol (i can do other characters from diff shows too btw just ask!!)

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(y/n) So babysitting was fun

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AaronHotchner You guys are never babysitting Jack ever again.

-> (y/n) it was his idea hotch 🙄

-> AaronHotchner For Reid to hit him in the head with a baseball bat???

-> spencerreid1 Yes.

-> (y/n) go ahead and ask him

-> AaronHotchner ...

jjareau Y/n I really hope this isn't how you guys get the boys to sleep...

-> emilyprenty I mean if it works 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty exactly

paparossi Maybe you two shouldn't be parents...

-> spencerreid1 This method was never in any parenting books but it should be.

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(y/n) power outage in the bureau ‼️‼️

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derekm The generators kicked on literally three minutes later

-> (y/n) didnt stop spence from screaming like a little girl

-> spencerreid1 @/(y/n) I did not.

-> emilyprenty We all heard it reid don't lie to yourself

princesspennyg Squad 😎

-> (y/n) ong 💯

-> jjareau For real

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(y/n) Brought him to barbie (he cried)

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princesspennyg Okay but who DIDNT cry??

-> paparossi I didnt

-> AaronHotchner @/paparossi Dave you were a blubbering mess don't even.

-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

-> emilyprenty LMAO

spencerreid1 I'm glad to say I'm not a Ken.

-> (y/n) but you are kenough baby

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(y/n) Im obsessed with him

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jjareau Awwwww

-> spencerreid1 I know right. :)

-> (y/n) @/spencereid1 shut up

derekm You have to wake up to THAT every morning

-> emilyprenty yeah instead of me

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[allisluv]

Emily prentiss x single mom!reader, Emily introducing her new gf reader and her kid to the team?

meet the family -- e.p

summary: emily introduces you and your daughter, verity, to the team.

pairing: emily prentiss x single mom!reader

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: derek being a lovable menace and interrogating reader but he's just worried for emily! apart from that, i don't think there is anything else but if there is, just lmk! <3

author's note: thinking about turning this into a series so feel free to send in as many scenarios for these two as you'd like! <3

when emily tells you that she wants to introduce you to her friends from work, you're nervous, to say the least. you've heard great things about the bau— not only are they damn good at their job, they also treat each other like family.

you're sure they're lovely people, honest, but part of you wonders just how nice they will be when they find out you have a daughter. you've been going out with emily for the better part of six months, and while she has been nothing but supportive of you being a single mother, that doesn't mean everyone else will be as understanding.

over the last four years, you've faced a lot of backlash about being a single mother. in fact, you had started to give up hope altogether on finding someone new. people do not like to take someone on when they have priorities or "baggage", as one man called it. you were debating taking down your tinder profile when emily messaged you— and boy were you glad she did.

"relax, my love," emily soothes, resting her hand on your thigh as she focuses on the long stretch of road ahead. "it's just dinner. and i promise they don't bite. well, derek might, but he's all talk and i'll kick him in the balls if i have to."

you laugh, wiping your clammy palms down the front of your black blouse. "are you sure i look alright? i feel stupid in this skirt."

before emily can get a word in, verity pipes up from the backseat. "you look pretty, mommy."

you meet her eye in the rear view mirror and smile. her words settle your nerves ever so slightly. "thank you, honey."

"see?" emily quirks a brow. "verity knows her stuff, don't you, v?"

verity is too busy playing with her barbie dolls to give emily a proper answer, but she hums her agreement, which is good enough. emily brings your hand up to her mouth and presses soft kisses to your knuckles, something that she's learnt over the last few months that soothes you.

emily holds your hand, verity holding your other, as you walk into the restaurant. it's buzzing with life, and it's warm, which makes a change to the bitter cold outside.

you hear someone call emily's name, and your heart sinks into a pit in your stomach. as if she can sense your anxiety— and lets be real, she's a profiler, so she more than likely can— she squeezes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead. "that's jj."

a blonde with bangs pulls emily into a hug as the rest of the team stand to their feet. before you have time to back out of the situation altogether, a woman with orangey-red hair squeals and envelopes you in her arms. "i'm penelope!"

"hi!" you giggle, placing a hand over your chest in an effort to keep your heart from beating so fast. you give her your name and she compliments you on how pretty you are. "thank you," you laugh.

as you go around the table, learning everyone's names-- david and jj and aaron and spencer and the infamous derek-- you feel a tug on your arm. verity's hiding behind your legs and you hoist her onto your hip, not caring who's watching. she winds her chubby arms around your neck, and buries her face into your blouse.

"who've we got here?" spencer smiles, trying to catch verity's eye.

you look to emily for help and she places a reassuring hand on your lower back. "this is my girlfriend, and her daughter, verity."

for a minute no one says anything, and you debate running back out the front door and away from the prying eyes. you swallow the lump in your throat as emily's thumb traces soothing patterns against your lower back.

aaron cracks a tiny smile, something that looks to be a rare occurrence, and puts his hands on his hips. "it's nice to meet you, verity. how old are you?" verity pulls her face away from where it's buried in your blouse for just long enough to hold up four small fingers. "i have a son, jack, who's just a little bit older than you! he's five! maybe next time i could bring him and the two of you could play together? how does that sound?"

verity flails her legs about, a sign that she wants to be let down. you oblige, and she stands by your side, gripping your hand like a vice. "does jack like superheroes?"

aaron grins. "he does indeed."

verity juts her chin out. "then it's a date."

the team erupt into laughter and derek mutters something fondly about how jack will have his work cut out with this one.

emily pulls your chair out and you sit down, offering your girlfriend a smile in return. she sits beside you and verity makes herself comfortable in the chair on your other side. "i couldn't find a babysitter on such short notice, i'm sorry."

spencer dismisses you with a wave of his hand. "don't be. 66% of babysitters are between the ages of 11 to 13 anyway. did you know that?"

you smile. emily had filled you in about spencer’s rambling. while some people found it annoying, you found it endearing. “i didn’t know that."

derek leans across the table, using his elbows to prop himself up. "so..." he says to you. "what are your intentions with emily?" penelope whacks him across the back of the head. "what? it's a simple question!"

your face flushes scarlet. emily takes your hand under the table. "well, my intentions with emily are strictly confidential, if you know what i mean." you bat your lashes and rest your chin in the palm of your hand. you cover verity's ears. "does that answer your question or do you need the nitty gritty details of our sex life, too?"

jj bursts into a fit if giggles, aaron almost chokes on his red wine and derek ducks his head to hide his embarrassed smile.

"she's fiery," david notes. "i can see why you like her, em."

"well, i'm in love with emily," you announce. "and, unfortunately for you guys, i'm in it for the long haul, so you're stuck with me." you catch derek's eye from over the rim of your cocktail glass. "have you got a problem with that?"

derek tongues the inside of his cheek, smiles, and shakes his head. "not at all. i hope you don't mind me being rude, i was just seeing if you could hold your own, that's all. no hard feelings?"

you shake his hand across the table. "no hard feelings."

emily lets go of your hand to fold her arms across her chest. "im glad the air is cleared between the two of you, but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i will castrate you."

"is that a threat?" derek muses.

"no," emily says, slipping her hand into yours. "It's a promise."

[criminalmindsfanantic]

JJ and Emily showing off their new name plates after getting married 🥰❤️

[heartbarisi]

an incredibly queer list of criminal minds hcs (if you wanna fight me idc just scroll)

emily: that is a lesbian your honour. (“oh but max you’ve made a hotchniss edit” sometimes i make edits for ships i don’t ship man idk im just creative like that)

jj: you can play this two ways either she’s a lesbian with astronomical levels of comphet or bisexual and has astronomical levels of internalised biphobia. i flip flop between these options

tara: lesbian. next.

elle: bisexual in the way that she loves all women and loves men that she can peg

penelope: that is a queer woman if i’ve ever seen one. also nonbinary transfem because I SAID SO THATS WHY

luke: bisexual icon luke alvez i love you. also yeah i hc as a trans man. is there any hint to that in canon? no. is it just because i want him to be? yes. t4t garvez and ralvez you will always be real to me

spencer: now i know y’all are expecting me to say trans man. NO! spencer doesn’t align with gender. any and all pronouns bc gender isn’t real. they are just existing. asexual. bi or gay i can’t decide. yes this entire hc is entirely biased bc he’s me. i literally chose the middle name reid bc of him. argue with the wall

morgan: see i used to be a moreid shipper but i am now a ralvez truther. i feel like morgan has fucked a man at least once and he didn’t hate it. he’s straight but is he really? we’ll never know

aaron: i am a raging hossi truther so you can guess the answer here. that is a closeted gay man. if you wish to make the same comment about my hotchniss edit refer to the brackets in the emily section again. dare i say hotchniss as a lavender/beards relationship? sometimes i write hcs where he’s trans too. i warned you this was a queer list. i just be transing these guys at my will

david: says he’s too old for labels. he likes fucking hotch. he’s fucked women in the past. experimented in college and realised that actually he enjoyed it. simply enjoys who he enjoys

jason: the relationship between gideon and rossi in their youth was beautifully undefinable. “are they lovers? worse.” core. gideon has been in love with one man in his lifetime and that was rossi, but they never labelled that love. he spent the rest of his life looking back and missing what they had.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Howdy howdy, if requests are still open, can I ask headcanon about the BAU team when someone who have the name has them join the team ? (I have the same name as one of them and I'm just curious)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Have a nice day !

-Crow Anon

Ooo this is an amazing idea, of course! So I hope you don't mind, I chose Spencer

When you first join, the fact that you and Spencer have the same name absolutely messes with their mind

Despite being an elite group of profilers, it's absolutely mind blowing to them

"Hey, Spence-" You both look over, the same curious expression on your faces

Morgan constantly asking if you're sure you're not the same person carbon copied

Eventually though, you both start assuming that it's for the other Spencer

Which is not helpful for the team when they're trying to get your attention

Sometimes you and Spencer (the other Spencer, Reid) would argue about what Spencer they were talking to (particularly if it was something neither of you wanted to do)

Hotch starts going on a last name basis alone - which doesn't help, what with your last name being Reed.

To which Hotch, when he realises his mistake, sighs deeply

Prentiss starts calling you Spencer 1 and Spencer 2 - which leads to a light hearted argument about who should be 1 and who should be 2

Other Spencer claims he should be Spencer 1 because he was on the team first

You argue you should be Spencer 1 because you're the better Spencer

The snowballs a little more until JJ has to intervene with threats of grounding

Sometimes you swap your badges to annoy Hotch and Rossi

It really annoys Hotch and Rossi - sometimes you do it without telling Spencer just to watch him groan

Morgan finds it absolutely hilarious

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

BAU movie night:

MORGAN: Insists on picking the movie, chooses a cheesy ‘80s action movie, and falls asleep immediately.

PENELOPE: Knows Morgan too well so brought a stack of Disney movies. She is the designated snack dispenser, and has prepared a feast of popcorn, M&Ms, pretzels, and soda. AirPlaying the movie on the big screen from her tablet.

SPENCER: “Did you know that Walt Disney actually pioneered a groundbreaking sound system called Fantasia for the 1940 animated feature ‘Fantasia’? It was a precursor to many modern sound technologies.”

ELLE: Listens intently to Reid’s facts, splitting the blue and the red M&Ms into two piles, the blue for Spencer, the red for her.

EMILY: Annoying everyone because she can’t sit still and keeps spinning in her chair. Puts popcorn up Morgan’s nose as he sleeps and passes a handful of pretzels to JJ every few minutes.

JJ: Goes to the toilet constantly and eats all the pretzels. Keeps checking her phone.

HOTCH: Reading case files in the corner. Also eats all the pretzels.

ROSSI: “What the hell is this movie even about?”

GIDEON: “It’s about the chaotic predilections of man.”

EMILY: “It’s about Mickey Mouse.”

Check out my Masterlist for more BAU scenarios

[minswriting]

How would you rank each characters’ pull out game?

OKAY SO I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

nsfw | mdni

aaron - aaron’s pullout game is actually very good but i think he purposefully doesn’t pull out. mans has a breeding kink through and through and the feeling of cumming inside of you is just heavenly. so he can pull out at any time, he just chooses not to

rossi - only pulls out. he won’t cum inside of you. he’s too old to have any more kids. he loves cumming on your stomach or your tits though.

derek - he likes to think he’s so good at pulling out but lowkey he sucks at it. but derek can’t help it. you just feel so good wrapped around his cock.

luke - i’d say he’s average at pulling out. somedays he may cum inside of you (breeding kink go brrrrrr) and others he just wants to paint your thighs or ass with his cum.

spencer - HE HAS NO PULL OUT GAME. spencer will cum inside of you each and every time and say sorry profusely because he just can’t help himself. you feel too good and it gets to be too much.

[jelle-ified]

Can criminal minds characters do a flip?

JJ: yes, she can also jump freakishly high because of her leg strength

Elle: almost, she always lands on her butt. does a mean front walkover though

Emily: yes. no further elaboration.

Spencer: no, tried once and broke his tailbone

Gideon: he used to but age was his downfall

Rossi: can’t. never could. but he gaslights everyone that he can

Morgan: yes. it’s his reaction to everything. He won a bet? Frontflip. He arrested the wrong person? Backflip.

Penelope: no but she wishes she could. tried once on her bed and fell off..

Tara: she’s never tried it, would learn it super fast though

Alex: can only do a front flip. Learned it from some college student that insisted, she still doesn’t know why

Kate: yes. she gives me the vibes of someone that did gymnastics

Matt: yes, but he’s secretly scared of backflips. Taught his kids how to do one

Luke: yes. it’s also his go-to reaction. But he can only do a backflip

Hotch: he tried it once when he was younger, he couldn’t so he just never tried again.

[flyingraven]

Criminal Minds incorrect quotes but it’s real things that my friends and I have said part 2

Emily: He could cure cancer, I'm still gonna stab him. Emily: Well, being in trouble is an opinion. Rossi (very annoyed): next time we cook together i will poison your food!

JJ: Incompetence makes men cute!

JJ: What are you, the fun police? Henry: I'm not the police I'm just a kid!

Morgan: All my legs are compacted into my ass.

Reid (winning an argument): Suck my amygdala you bitch.

Reid: They say "don't do drugs, kids" they don't say "don't do drugs, adults"

[reidsc0nverse]

pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 4

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(y/n) i think derek got fed up with his statistics...

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spencerreid1 This was frightening to say the least.

-> emilyprenty Maybe stop giving us daily lectures on a topic we brought up one time

-> paparossi @/emilyprenty I second that

derekm This is also me after he wins EVERY card game we play

-> (y/n) did you know there's a mathematical equation to every card game that guarantees the chances of winning 🤓☝️

-> jjareau not you too y/n..

-> spencerreid1 She's actually not wrong.

AaronHotchner I hope this isn't what you guys do when I'm not on the field with everyone

-> (y/n) 🤷‍♀️

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(y/n) finally convinced him to read og fairytales and watch the movies afterward

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spencerreid1 ❤️

derekm Reid definitely seems like a rapunzel guy

-> (y/n) his favorite was actually belle

-> emilyprenty @/(y/n) shocker

jjareau Now you've just gotta show him Twilight

-> (y/n) that's next 🤭

princesspennyg This is so cute!!!!!

-> (y/n) until right after the movie he started telling me all the inaccuracies were in it compared to the story

-> paparossi Dont sound too surprised

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(y/n) i might've gotten a little carried away

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emilyprenty that should've been me

-> (y/n) come over.

-> derekm @/spencerreid1 you're just gonna let this happen??

-> spencerreid1 I've come to realize there's nothing I can do.

jjareau And to think we thought he'd never get any action

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(y/n) found this gem going through my pictures, it was too good not to post

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emilprenty JUMPSCARE WARNING

-> (y/n) ⚠️

-> paparossi After the 30 something years I've worked in the FBI, this is probably the scariest thing I've seen

-> spencerreid1 :(

spencerreid1 Why does Derek look like he's going to kick you down like one of his doors?

-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHAH DID YOU JUST MAKE A JOKE SPENCER REID???

-> derekm at least i don't look like sixth grader at his graduation of middle school

-> (y/n) @/derekm yeah and you look like his bully that steals his lunch money

what other things do you guys wanna see? there's a bunch of stuff i can do similar to this just lmk!!!

[almostwisegalaxy]

Silent Hostility_3

Part1

Part2

Part4

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Reader has a shy character in this story

Age gaps: Spencer 37-38 Reader: twenties

Post prison Reid. Season 13. But let's imagine that the team is Always the same as in the seasons marked, with: Derek Morgan, Aaron hotcher...

..................................................................................

Y/N closed the door of her apartment behind her and dropped her keys on the entry table.

Her daughter was in her arms, nestled against her neck. Tired, but calm.

She had walked all the way to the FBI to see her mother.

Alone.

At only five years old.

A cold shiver ran down Y/N’s spine as she thought about it.

If she hadn’t been lucky enough that one of the agents found her and brought her back safely, what could have happened?

She let out a sigh and tightened her hold around the small, warm, fragile body.

— You and I need to have a serious conversation.

The little girl lifted her head, her brows furrowed, and signed:

I just wanted to be with you, Mommy.

Y/N felt her heart clench violently in her chest.

She had never wanted her daughter to feel that kind of absence.

Never.

She sat down on the couch, keeping her daughter close.

Tiny hands touched her face gently, as if making sure she was really there.

Are you mad at me?

Y/N shook her head.

— No, sweetheart. I’m not mad. I was just scared.

The little girl lowered her head, nervously tugging at the hem of her pajamas.

You work a lot.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second, inhaling deeply.

— I know, baby.

She placed her hand on her daughter's cheek and stroked it gently before whispering:

— But I love you more than anything, and I’m going to do better. Okay?

Her daughter nodded, then curled up against her again, her small body relaxing in her arms.

They stayed like that for a long time, in silence.

Then, slowly, the little girl’s breathing became slower. Deeper.

Y/N looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep.

She carefully carried her to her bedroom, kissed her forehead, and stood there for a moment, watching her sleep.

Five years.

Only five years.

And yet, she had already experienced so much loneliness.

Y/N softly closed the door, her heart heavy.

The Next Day

Y/N had no choice.

Hotch had called her in, and she couldn’t leave her daughter alone.

So she brought her along.

The FBI hallways seemed louder than usual, filled with conversations and agents moving back and forth.

Y/N walked quickly, her daughter holding her hand tightly.

When she entered Hotch’s office, he looked up and gestured for her to sit.

— She’s deaf? he asked, glancing at the little girl.

Y/N nodded.

— She hears a little with her hearing aids, but she prefers signing.

Hotch nodded slowly, then turned his attention back to her.

— You’re an excellent agent, Y/N.

She frowned slightly.

She wasn’t expecting that.

— But you’re also a mother.

Y/N unconsciously clenched her fists.

— I can handle both.

Hotch studied her, then spoke in a calm but firm voice:

— I don’t doubt that. But are you allowing yourself to?

A tense feeling coiled in her stomach.

— You want me to leave the BAU? she asked coldly.

— No.

Y/N froze.

Hotch leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands together, and added:

— I want you to find balance. You don’t have to carry all this alone.

She looked away, irritated.

— If you're asking me to slow down—

— I’m not asking for anything.

His voice cut through hers, sharp and precise.

He paused, then added:

— I’m offering support. What you do with it is up to you.

Y/N remained silent.

She wasn’t used to conversations like this.

She had always handled everything on her own.

And yet…

A part of her wanted to believe he meant it.

After leaving Hotch’s office, Y/N went to get her daughter.

She had left her with Garcia, but when she walked into the briefing room, she wasn’t expecting what she saw.

Her daughter was sitting on the floor, surrounded by coloring pencils and scattered sheets of paper.

And across from her, Spencer Reid.

He was sitting cross-legged, holding a crayon in his hand, visibly focused.

And he was signing.

Y/N froze.

He was signing.

Not perfectly, but with an almost touching attentiveness.

Her daughter burst into laughter when he got a word wrong and corrected his sign with a frown.

— No, no, you do it like this! she signed before taking his hand to show him.

Spencer bit his lip slightly, trying to mimic her gesture.

— Like this? he murmured.

She nodded enthusiastically.

Y/N felt a strange warmth spread in her chest.

Her daughter was laughing.

She was laughing with Spencer.

He, who always seemed so awkward and lost, was there, trying to understand her world.

No ulterior motive.

No judgment.

Just… because he wanted to.

Y/N didn’t know how to feel.

She stood there, unable to speak.

Then, suddenly, the little girl looked up and saw her.

— Mommy!

She got up quickly and ran to her.

Y/N held her close, gently stroking her hair.

When she lifted her eyes, she met Spencer’s gaze.

He didn’t say anything.

But his eyes said too much.

A strange tightness filled her chest.

She couldn’t let this happen.

She refused.

So she looked away, straightening slightly.

— We’re going home.

Her daughter nodded but threw one last glance at Spencer.

— See you soon, Mr. Reid!

Spencer gave her a small, hesitant smile.

— See you soon.

Y/N didn’t look back as she left the room.

But she felt the weight of Spencer’s gaze on her.

And something inside her told her this was only the beginning.

---

Days had passed since Y/N’s daughter’s unexpected arrival at the FBI office. The routine had resumed. Cases. Murders. Investigations. As if nothing had happened. As if Y/N hadn’t hidden the existence of her daughter from the entire team. But something had changed. Y/N could feel it.

When she entered a room, there was always that barely noticeable silence. When she spoke, she caught glimpses exchanged between the others. And above all, when she was alone with a team member, she felt an expectation. They were waiting for her to explain. They were waiting for an apology. And she hated it. But she knew she couldn’t avoid this conversation forever.

That evening, after an exhausting case, the team had stayed at the office later than expected. Y/N found herself alone with Morgan, JJ, Emily, and Rossi in the break room. They were all sitting around the table, their half-full coffee cups in front of them. Y/N knew this was the moment. She took a deep breath and said in a neutral tone, “I’m sorry.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

Y/N pressed her lips together. “For lying. For hiding… my daughter.”

Silence settled. Then JJ was the first to speak. “Why?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment. “Because it wasn’t your business.”

Morgan sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Y/N, we’re a team.”

Emily nodded. “You trust us in the field. Why not outside of it?”

Y/N felt her stomach tighten. Because she didn’t know how to trust outside of work. Because she had always learned to fend for herself. Because she didn’t know how to be vulnerable. She lowered her eyes, nervously fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “I…” The words refused to come out.

Rossi set his cup down and looked at her with his usual penetrating calm. “You didn’t have to tell us you had a daughter.”

Y/N’s head snapped up. “What?”

He shrugged slightly. “It’s your private life.”

She opened her mouth, but he continued, “But you could have trusted us to be there if you needed help.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She looked away, unable to meet their eyes.

Morgan sighed, shaking his head. “You’re a pain, Parker.”

She frowned. “Excuse me?”

He smirked. “But we love you anyway.”

Y/N felt a strange warmth spread through her chest.

JJ placed a gentle hand on her arm. “We’re your family too, Y/N.”

Y/N said nothing. But for the first time, she wondered if she was starting to understand that.

Days passed. And something else had changed. Something Y/N would have preferred to ignore.

Spencer Reid.

Ever since he had played with her daughter that day, she saw him differently. It wasn’t intentional. It was just… there. She noticed how he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She caught his nervousness whenever they were alone. And the worst part was that she realized she was watching him too.

And it annoyed her.

That evening, as she was putting files away in the archives room, she felt a presence behind her.

“Do you have a moment?”

She turned around and met Spencer’s gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

He hesitated, then took a step forward. “I wanted to ask… how is your daughter?”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “She’s fine.”

She expected him to just nod and leave. But he didn’t move.

He bit his lip slightly, looking nervous. “I… I learned some signs in ASL.”

Y/N stared at him, confused. “Why?”

He ran a hand through his hair, uneasy. “I wanted to be able to communicate with her.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat.

He immediately fumbled upon seeing her expression and quickly added, “I mean… just in case. If she ever comes back to the office… or if she needs something…”

Y/N couldn’t look away. He was sincere. And it unsettled her.

She averted her gaze, trying to ignore the chaos in her chest. “That’s kind, Reid.”

He gave a small smile. “Do you want to see?”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “See what?”

He lifted his hands and clumsily signed:

How are you today?

Y/N felt an involuntary smile escape. “You have a terrible accent.”

He flushed slightly. “I know.”

A silence settled. A heavy silence, but not an unpleasant one.

Y/N finally sighed. “Thank you, Spencer.”

He looked surprised. She was too.

He nervously scratched the back of his head. “It’s nothing.”

But she knew that wasn’t true.

It wasn’t nothing.

It was everything.

And that scared her more than she wanted to admit.

---

Numbers scrolled across the screen. Government databases opened one by one under Penelope Garcia’s agile fingers, her magic working behind firewalls and security restrictions.

Reid should never have asked her to do this.

He knew it.

But he had no choice.

He had to understand.

He had to know why Y/N looked at him with such contained rage, why she avoided him, why she despised him when he had done nothing.

Or at least, nothing he knew of.

Garcia typed frantically on her keyboard, her glasses slightly lowered on the tip of her nose, eyes fixed on the files appearing before her.

— Would you mind reminding me why we’re doing this again? she muttered, visibly uneasy.

Reid pressed his lips together.

— Because Y/N hates me for no reason.

Garcia raised an eyebrow.

— Are you sure it’s not just… you?

He shook his head, fists clenched on the table.

— This isn’t ordinary disdain. It’s not just antipathy. It’s… something else. I can feel it.

Garcia sighed but continued searching.

— Alright, Dr. Freud. Tell me exactly what I’m looking for.

Reid took a shaky breath.

— She mentioned a name. Lizi.

Garcia froze.

— Lizi?

— Yes. She used it during our last mission, with that girl. And it triggered something.

Penelope nodded and tapped a few keys.

— Okay, let’s see… Lizi could be a nickname, a diminutive… or maybe a fake name?

Seconds stretched on, then a file appeared on the screen.

A name.

A dossier.

Words that instantly made him nauseous.

> James O’Connell

Wanted in multiple states.

Sexual assault. Pedophilia. Kidnapping. Murder.

And the photo.

A photo that froze him.

A man with a face too familiar.

He looked like Reid.

Too much.

The same fine features. The same bone structure.

The same intelligent, piercing eyes.

Except this monster had scars and visible tattoos on his neck and arms.

A detail that wouldn’t be enough to differentiate them in Y/N’s eyes.

Spencer’s blood turned to ice in his veins.

His stomach twisted violently.

He felt the ground tilt beneath his feet.

Garcia had gone pale in front of the screen.

— Oh my God…

Reid could hear his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he was sure Garcia could hear it too.

Everything made sense.

Y/N’s murderous glares.

Her uncontrollable hatred.

Her trembling voice when he got too close.

Her anger that bordered on panic.

She didn’t hate him.

She saw that man in him.

She saw her attacker.

Her tormentor.

Reid clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, a chilling shiver running through his entire body.

He was right.

This wasn’t disdain.

It was fear.

A trauma he would never understand.

And one he could never fix.

Garcia placed a hand on his arm.

— Reid… What do you want to do?

He opened his eyes and stared at the screen.

The image of the monster reflected a nightmarish version of himself.

He wanted to scream.

Shatter that screen.

Tear that face from Y/N’s history.

But he could do nothing.

Because it was already too late.

And Y/N would never forgive him.

Never.

James O’Connell:

---

The silence in the briefing room was brief, barely noticeable, but Y/N felt it.

Or rather, she saw it.

All eyes had briefly shifted away from the screen where Hotch was presenting their new case.

To him.

Spencer Reid.

Late.

Which, in itself, was already a rare event.

But it was his appearance that had frozen the team.

His usually impeccable suit looked slightly wrinkled, as if he had skipped a step in his morning routine.

His hair, normally neatly slicked back, was disheveled, soft curls falling freely over his forehead.

But most of all…

He had stubble.

Not a thick, defined beard like Morgan’s or Rossi’s.

No.

Just a few millimeters, a faint shadow darkening his cheeks and chin.

But for someone like Spencer Reid, it was revolutionary.

Y/N felt her stomach twist as her gaze remained locked on him.

An unexplained shiver ran up her spine.

She knew it wasn’t much.

A bit of facial hair.

Slightly longer, messier hair.

And yet, her brain was panicking.

Something was… different.

And she didn’t know whether to be relieved or disturbed.

Morgan, of course, didn’t let it slide.

He nudged her lightly with a teasing grin.

— Well, newbie, you’re frozen like a statue. Something bothering you?

Y/N flinched slightly and quickly looked away.

— What? No.

Morgan burst out laughing.

— Your mouth’s open, girl.

Y/N flushed violently, crossing her arms over her chest, her face immediately slipping back into its mask of indifference.

— Shut up, Morgan.

Behind them, Garcia giggled discreetly, and even JJ had a knowing smirk.

Meanwhile, Reid took his seat without reacting, ignoring the stares around him.

He knew they were looking.

That they found it strange.

But he wasn’t here for them.

He was here for her.

For Y/N.

He didn’t try to meet her eyes, but he felt her hesitation.

Her confusion.

And a flicker of emotion he couldn’t quite decipher.

A mix of relief and incomprehension.

He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Hotch, feigning indifference.

But deep inside…

He was praying.

Praying that this simple change would be enough.

That she wouldn’t see that monster in him anymore.

That, just once…

She would look at him the way he looked at her.

---

Y/N hadn’t said anything.

Not a word.

Not a sideways glance.

Not a sharp remark, the kind she was so good at when they were alone.

But she was unsettled.

Reid could see it.

She furrowed her brows from time to time, as if something was bothering her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

And he knew exactly what it was.

She no longer saw his face.

The one that haunted her.

The one that looked too much like him.

She saw him. Spencer.

And that was a start.

A shiver ran down his spine.

He had assumed that changing a physical detail wouldn’t have any effect.

That her trauma was too deeply rooted for a few millimeters of hair and beard to change anything.

But he had been wrong.

Because for the first time since she arrived at the BAU, Y/N hadn’t looked at him with that icy glint of hatred and fear.

She had looked at him as if she truly saw him.

Not as a ghost of the past.

Not as the shadow of a monster.

Just him.

He wasn’t sure what to do with that.

But one thing was certain:

He would never shave this beard again.

— Reid.

He startled slightly and realized Hotch had been calling him for several seconds already.

— Yes?

— You’re flying with Morgan and Y/N. Get ready, we leave in an hour.

A nod.

A fleeting glance toward Y/N.

She still hadn’t said anything.

But her silence spoke for her.

And for the first time in months…

He felt something inside him loosen.

He didn’t know where this would lead them.

But for once…

He had hope.

---

She had been trying to get used to it for weeks.

But she couldn’t.

It was frustrating.

And deeply unsettling.

Because Spencer Reid had changed.

And she couldn’t look at him the same way anymore.

Before, it was easy.

He was a strange, awkward man, always lost in his world of statistics and theories.

He was annoying, always analyzing everything around him—including her.

Before, he was a man she hated.

Today…

He was a man she was attracted to.

And that was a fucking problem.

The morning was still young when Y/N arrived at the office, a burning coffee in hand.

She was tired, too tired to think straight.

That was probably why, as she walked through the bullpen, she went straight to the first agent she saw without looking up.

— Reid, I need you to help me check—

She stopped dead.

Because the man in front of her wasn’t Reid.

It was Morgan.

He gave her a smug smile, arms crossed over his broad chest.

— I’d love to help you, princess, but I think you’re looking for someone else.

Y/N blinked, confused.

— What?

— Behind you.

She spun around.

And of course, he was there.

Spencer.

Leaning against his desk, arms crossed, a subtle smile at the corner of his lips.

A strange warmth spread through her.

Her gaze drifted against her will.

The light beard framing his sharp jawline.

His longer, tousled hair, effortlessly sexy.

And his hands…

His fucking hands.

She didn’t know why she had never noticed them before.

Long, slender fingers, naturally elegant.

She could almost imagine them on her skin.

The realization hit her like a slap.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

She immediately looked up.

Mistake.

Because Reid was still looking at her.

With that silent intensity that made her nervous.

Too nervous.

She cleared her throat and quickly turned away.

And that’s when she heard it—a burst of laughter.

Garcia was laughing so hard behind her screen, tears in her eyes.

Morgan had a huge grin, shaking his head in amusement.

— I swear, I love this dynamic.

Y/N shot them a glare.

— You’re all unbearable.

— No, but seriously, newbie, Emily chimed in with a smirk, this is the fifth time this week you’ve mistaken someone for Reid.

Y/N clenched her teeth.

— That’s not true.

— No, it’s very true, JJ added, holding back a laugh.

Morgan raised his hands in mock innocence.

— Look, I’m taking it as a compliment. Apparently, I have the same sex appeal as Reid now.

Silence fell over the room.

Then, collective laughter.

Reid blushed slightly but kept his composed expression.

Y/N, on the other hand, felt her face burn.

She grabbed the nearest file and stormed off to her desk without a word.

But she knew.

She knew everyone had seen her reaction.

And that…

That was a big problem.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

It was driving her insane.

Before, Reid had never been attractive to her.

He was just there, with his nervous demeanor, his too-fast speech, and his eternally lost-in-thought expression.

But now…

Everything had changed.

And she didn’t know what to do about it.

That night, she stayed late at the office, too focused to notice the time passing.

When she finally stood up, she realized the bullpen was almost empty.

Almost.

Reid was still there, sitting at his desk, lost in a file.

She hesitated.

Hesitated too long.

Because the moment she took a step back to leave, he looked up.

Their eyes met.

And he smiled.

A faint, barely-there smile, but enough to make her lose her train of thought.

Her stomach tightened.

She looked away too quickly.

— Goodnight, Y/N.

His voice was low, soft.

And fuck.

She mumbled a vague "Goodnight" and left, heart pounding too fast.

It was a problem.

Because the more she tried to ignore it…

The more impossible he became to ignore.

And she didn’t know how much longer she could resist.

---

Y/N had always thought she was strong. She had been through hell and come out harder, more closed off, incapable of letting anyone in.

But Spencer Reid…

He unsettled her.

Way too much.

And she hated it.

Days passed, and despite all her efforts to regain her balance, she caught herself looking at him differently.

His hands. His jaw. His voice, deeper when he was tired. His subtle scent tickling her nose when he passed too close.

And that damn beard.

Just thinking about it made her want to scream.

That morning, she arrived at the office determined to get a grip. She needed to focus on her work. She wasn’t going to let her mind drift to him. She would ignore how well his wool sweater fit him today. She would avoid getting lost in the movements of his fingers as he handled his files. She would definitely not notice the way his lips stretched into a faint smile as he read something.

Except she noticed everything.

And she was starting to lose control.

The trigger?

A simple cup of coffee.

She was deep in her files, a pen between her fingers, when a hot cup was placed in front of her.

She instinctively looked up.

And her heart lurched violently.

Spencer.

"You forgot your coffee this morning," he said simply.

She blinked, unsettled.

There was nothing extraordinary about his gesture. Nothing significant.

But for the first time, she understood something.

Spencer Reid paid attention to her.

All the time.

He noticed her habits. He knew she drank her coffee black, no sugar. He knew she had one when she arrived and another late in the morning. And today, he had noticed she had forgotten.

Y/N wasn’t stupid.

A man didn’t do that for a woman out of mere politeness.

A cold shiver ran down her spine.

He was getting closer.

Slowly.

Without her being able to stop him.

She grabbed the cup to mask her unease and looked away.

"Thanks."

Her voice was sharper than she intended.

Spencer didn’t move.

She felt his gaze on her for a little too long.

Then, finally, he returned to his desk.

And she could breathe again.

This had to stop.

He couldn’t come any closer.

Not him.

Not a man who reminded her of the other one.

She had sworn never to let a man break through her shell.

Especially not one who made her feel things she didn’t want to feel.

So, that night, she made a decision.

She would put a barrier between them.

Permanently.

There would never be anything.

Because there could never be a choice.

But what she didn’t know was that Spencer Reid had no intention of letting her run so easily.

And this dangerous game between them…

Was only just beginning.

---

The last few days had been a nightmare. A grueling mission. An exhausting chase. An elusive killer.

And Spencer.

Always Spencer.

With his hands that always found a way to touch her.

His touch wasn’t innocent. It wasn’t accidental. It was intentional.

He wanted her to know. To understand.

And she did. Too well.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his piercing gaze locked onto hers as they stepped out of the suspect’s house.

She nodded, breathless, still on high alert.

Then he placed a hand on her arm.

Warm. Firm. Too real.

She should have pulled away.

But her body didn’t move.

"You were scared, weren’t you?" he murmured.

It wasn’t mockery. Not a reproach. Just an observation.

She looked away.

"You’re annoying, Reid."

A slight smile crossed his lips.

"I know."

All week, it was the same.

A touch here. A hand on her back when he walked past. A light squeeze on her wrist when they were alone in the car.

He was testing her. Pushing her.

And the worst part?

She didn’t hate it.

When Rossi invited the team to dinner at his place that Saturday, she hesitated to come.

But Kali wanted to see “Mommy’s friends.”

And most of all…

Reid.

Y/N was still biting her lip over it.

She had caught him signing with her daughter.

At first, he was clumsy, his gestures hesitant, his signs approximate.

But he had learned. Again and again...

And now, he was good.

And he did it for Kali.

That evening, she arrived at Rossi’s house with her daughter in her arms.

Hotch was already there with his son, Jack. JJ and Will were setting dishes on the table with Derek and Savannah.

Reid was in a corner, talking with Emily.

And then, Kali saw him.

And everything happened too fast.

"REID!"

Y/N barely had time to set her down before she was already running toward him.

And Reid, he crouched immediately.

He opened his arms, and Kali threw herself into them without hesitation.

A pang tightened Y/N’s chest.

He let her daughter cling to him as if she had been waiting for him all day.

He wasn’t just patient with her.

He adored her.

And it showed.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" he signed.

Kali clapped her hands, laughing.

And Y/N watched, unable to look away.

Reid pulled a coin from his pocket and made it disappear between his fingers.

Then he pointed to Kali’s nose.

"Oh! There it is!"

She burst into laughter, patting her cheeks as if to check.

Reid laughed with her.

Y/N… watched.

A strange silence echoed inside her.

Something she didn’t want to name.

Something she hadn’t planned for.

Dinner was pleasant.

Rossi told stories of his many divorces, Derek threw jabs at everyone, Garcia laughed too loudly, and Emily teased Reid at every opportunity.

Y/N tried to stay in the background.

She tried not to look at Reid.

But he was there.

Always.

And when their eyes met…

Her stomach twisted in a way that terrified her.

After dinner, the kids played together.

Kali was with Jack and Henry, running around the yard.

Y/N took the opportunity to step away, get some air.

But a silhouette approached.

A familiar scent.

And a voice she would recognize anywhere.

"Y/N."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

She knew he wanted to talk.

She knew this would end badly.

She took a breath and turned to him.

He was looking at her, his gaze more serious than ever.

"Can I talk to you?"

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She swallowed.

"About what?"

He hesitated.

Then, he lowered his eyes.

"Something… important."

---

Y/N didn’t know what to expect when Reid approached her after dinner.

Maybe a heavy conversation.

Maybe… a confession?

But not this.

Not a file.

Not her past laid out in black and white before her.

Her breath caught when she saw the name on the cover.

HIM.

The monster from her childhood.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a violent shiver ran down her spine.

"Reid… why are you showing me this?" she asked, her throat tight.

He didn’t answer right away.

His eyes held an intense, grave, almost pained look.

Then, in a calm voice, he murmured:

"Open it."

She hesitated.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the cover.

Her gaze immediately landed on a photo.

His face.

Almost the same as she remembered.

But older.

Marked by scars.

By tattoos.

Then her eyes moved down.

DECEASED

Her breath hitched.

Her stomach twisted.

She read the line over and over, as if her brain refused to believe it.

"He’s…"

"Dead," Reid confirmed softly.

She shook her head, unable to speak.

Her chest was too tight, her heart pounded too fast.

For a moment, it felt like the ground beneath her disappeared.

He was dead.

Had been for years.

An overdose.

A miserable death.

And yet…

Why couldn’t she feel relief?

Why did she feel…

Empty?

Reid never took his eyes off her.

He watched every micro-expression flicker across her face.

The shock.

The disbelief.

And then… something indescribable.

A mix of rage and confusion.

She didn’t know how to react.

He should have expected that.

News like this didn’t sink in within seconds.

But he wanted her to know.

To understand.

"He can’t hurt you anymore, Y/N," he whispered.

She lifted her eyes to him abruptly.

And her gaze…

It burned.

"He didn’t need to be alive to keep haunting me."

Her voice was raw, broken.

"He’s in every one of my nightmares."

A heavy silence settled between them.

Reid felt a dull pain pierce his chest.

He couldn’t erase what that man had done to her.

But he at least wanted to offer her some peace.

"Kali is safe," he murmured.

Y/N lowered her eyes.

Her lips trembled.

"Yeah…"

And yet, her expression remained closed off.

As if she couldn’t fully believe it.

As if a part of her was still trapped in that past.

She took a deep breath.

Then, unexpectedly, she closed the file and handed it back to him.

"Thank you for telling me."

Her voice was softer.

She stepped back slightly, crossing her arms over her chest.

As if protecting herself.

But something in her had changed.

He saw it.

He felt it.

This wasn’t the end…

But it was a crack in her wall.

The Next Day

Y/N walked into the office more exhausted than ever.

She hadn’t slept.

Too many thoughts.

Too many tangled emotions.

But one thing wouldn’t leave her mind.

Spencer Reid.

She kept thinking about his eyes, filled with quiet tenderness.

The way he had given her that truth with such delicacy.

He could have thrown it in her face.

Told her coldly, "He’s dead, move on."

But he didn’t.

He had waited.

He had given her time to process it.

And most importantly…

He hadn’t looked at her with pity.

Only with infinite patience.

She sat at her desk, trying to lose herself in work.

But a silhouette caught her eye.

Him.

He was there, a few feet away.

Focused on a file.

His slender fingers methodically turning the pages.

His jaw tightening slightly when he concentrated.

And she realized something.

Something that hit her like a punch to the chest.

She wasn’t avoiding looking at him anymore.

She wasn’t avoiding his features.

Before, every time she saw him, her heart clenched with anxiety.

Now…

It was something else.

Something dangerous.

Something forbidden.

Her heart pounded harder.

She quickly looked away.

Shit.

Reid, on the other hand, had felt it.

Her gaze.

Her hesitation.

And even though she had fled at the last second…

It was progress.

He didn’t know how far he could hope to go.

But one thing was certain.

He was willing to wait.

To be patient.

Because for her…

It was worth it.

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[gas-stationprincess]

spencer reid wearing mix matching socks for good luck while being the only character who consistently has the worst luck in the entire series makes me think mf shouldve matched his socks😭😭😭