#jennifer jareau mention

[carisc4pshaw]

Silk and Lace

In which Spencer and Fem!Reader go shopping for dresses for the reader to wear for JJ’s upcoming wedding. (Fluff&Smut!)

word count: 1.8k

tags: shopping trip, cute boyfriend, spencer reid, jennifer jareau mention, dresses, fitting room, dressing room, trying dresses on, spencer is obsessed with you, protected sex, p in v, public sex, fluff, smut, spencer likes taking pictures of you, physical touch, rich spencer, he likes to buy things for you.

warnings: smut toward the end of the chapter: protected sex, p in v smut.

notes: This was just something short I wrote I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Spencer were in the mall on his day, it is not somewhere he’d like to spend his day off he’d rather spend it in bed with you or take you out to see a movie, basically shopping wasn’t really his thing but he was more than happy to do it with you and being the gentleman he is; carry all your bags.

“Where to next honey?” Spencer asked his free hand finding your lower back as you both walked.

“I need a dress for JJ’s wedding, but I could do that on a different day. This must be boring for you and I’m still unsure of what I want,” You shrugged.

“I don’t mind looking around if you want to find something, maybe I could help.”

“If you really want to.”

“I’d never pass up watching you try on dresses,” Spencer moved his hand to hold yours.

You loved how affectionate Spencer was, despite his fear of germs he would never pass up the opportunity to be holding your hand or touching you in some way.

You took the lead in dragging Spencer into a slightly expensive dress shop after seeing a couple in the window that looked pretty and fit with JJ’s main colour schemes of blue and silver.

“Wow that’s gorgeous,” You said looking at a long sparkly silver knit dress that had a fair amount of gaps in it making it slightly see-through.

“That is… not really for a wedding,” Spencer said picturing you in it.

“You don’t like it? I wouldn’t suit it?”

“No, you’d look gorgeous, too gorgeous.”

“I’m trying it on,” You laughed picking up the dress in your size, “See anything nice?”

“For myself?” Spencer laughs.

“No Spence, for me, blue or silver.”

“I haven’t looked,” Scans his eyes around the shop, “That’s pretty,” He pointed at a dark blue dress that laced up at the back.

“It is, will you get it for me please, I’m going to look at that one,” You point at a silk silver dress with an open back.

“That’s pretty,” Spencer said before leaving you to get the dress.

In the time it took Spencer to get the dress, you had found another dress you liked and decided that four was enough to try on since you didn’t want to be too long and bore your boyfriend.

You dragged Spencer towards the fitting rooms as best you could with the dresses you were carrying.

“Sit here,” You pointed to a small sofa that was in front of the door to the dressing room cubical you were about to enter.

“Got it,” Spencer laughed obeying what you said.

Spencer waited on his phone for you to put the first dress on. You were saving the knit dress for last so the first one you put on was the lace-up back dress Spencer chose.

You walked out of the fitting room holding the dress up around your breasts, “Spence, can you tie the back up please?”

Spencer slid his phone into his jeans pocket and cleared his throat looking at you with hearts in his eyes as he nodded not trusting himself to speak. He got up and spun you around so your back was facing him. He pulled the silky string together tying it in a bow.

You turned back around to face him once it was done up and gave him a little pose, “Thoughts?”

Spencer looked you up and down his eyes mostly drawn to the way the tied back made the dress hug your waist and push your breasts up, “You’re gorgeous,” he gulped.

“Thank you, Next?” You asked.

“Wait, I’m taking pictures,” Spencer took his phone out and snapped a picture of you from the front and then indicated for you to turn around so he could get one from the back.

“Seriously?” You laughed.

“What? You look good,” He shrugged.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you went back into the fitting room and put on the second dress you found with the open back. This one was a little too long but you still looked good in it and the colour looked amazing with your hair.

Spencer’s jaw almost dropped as you walked out of the fitting room, he liked the first dress a little more but this was still stunning.

“Thoughts on this one?” You giggled at his eyes widening.

“You look like a princess honey,” He stood up placing a hand on your waist and catching your lips in a quick kiss before spinning you around to see the low cut back, “Your back is gorgeous.”

“You’re charming babe,” You placed a kiss on his cheek and once again he pulled his phone out to take some pictures of you.

The final dress you had was strapless in dark blue with silver sparkles. It was definitely one that would fit the theme for the wedding the best and you thought it looked gorgeous on you, this time you felt like a princess.

Spencer’s jaw fully dropped this time as you walked out of the fitting room.

“Thoughts?” You asked again for the third time.

“Wow,” Spencer said.

You spun around to show him the whole dress.

“Do you like it?” he asked staring at you.

“I love it, I think I’ll get this one,” You smoothed the dress out with your hands.

“Yes, you should definitely get this one, wow,” Spencer tried to hide a small smirk on his face but you could see it.

You blushed slightly biting your lip, “Stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry, you’re just perfect.”

“Shut up!” You blushed more and turned to go back into the fitting room cubicle, “I’ve got the knit one left to try on, can you come in I don’t want to walk out in it.”

“Yeah,” Spencer followed you into the cubical that was much larger than he thought it was going to be.

“Close your eyes so I can take the dress off,” You said.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because I’m almost fully naked!”

Spencer closed his eyes, “You know I see you naked a lot right?”

“That’s different,” You said pulling the dress off and clipping your black lace bra on at the back.

Once you had the knitted dress on you told him to open his eyes.

“I’m buying you that for you,” Spencer said immediately.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You flirted twirling your hair with your finger and walking closer to him.

“Because you’re sexy?” Spencer scrunched his nose, he didn’t like the word, he felt like it was objectifying but he couldn’t think of anything else right now to say.

You giggled, “Mm thank you. You’ve been so good today Spence, waiting for me to try everything on,” You straddled his lap instantly feeling his growing erection, “Excited baby?”

Spencer groaned, “Sorry, you’re just really pretty.”

“It’s okay,” You placed a kiss on his lips, “Should I help you out?”

“Here? No way? We are in public,” Spencer’s eyes widened.

“I’m sure we can be quiet,” You leaned back in biting his bottom lip gently.

“Honey,” Spencer moaned quietly into your mouth.

You climbed off his lap and pulled the dress down leaving you in the bra and a matching pair of panties letting him look you up and down before getting back on his lap.

“That’s new,” He ran his fingers over the lace covering your left nipple, making a shiver run through you that made your nipples hard.

“Yeah, I got it last week. Like?” You asked rocking against him lightly.

“Love it,” he said kissing your lips slightly rougher than you had previously kissed him.

You ran your hand down his clothed chest and opened the button of his trousers. You got up off his lap so he could remove them along with pulling his boxers down enough for his erection to spring out.

“Where’s your wallet?” You breathed out.

“Why?” He asked pulling you closer to him once again.

“Condom,” You muttered between kisses.

Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together before you spoke again.

“We can’t make a mess,” You deepened the kiss sliding your tongue into his mouth.

He nodded, sliding his hand into the back pocket of his jeans that were now on the floor and pulling out his wallet before handing it to you.

You opened it up and took it out quickly ripping it open.

“Is that even in date?” He asked.

You shrugged sliding it onto his hard and long erection hearing him moan as quietly as he could at the sensation making you feel a rush of warmth between your legs.

Spencer pulled your panties to the side and helped you line yourself up with his cock.

You wasted no time in sinking down onto Spencer’s cock watching as he filled you up. You whimpered at the feeling of yourself stretching for him. Every time it felt similar but somehow the feeling got better every time you had sex.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered checking in on you.

“Yeah,” You sighed in pleasure as you started to move riding him.

Spencer lowered his lips to your shoulder sucking it leaving marks.

“Oh my god,” you whispered into his ear once he was angled deep enough inside that with each movement he grazed your g-spot.

“Keep going,” Spencer’s mouth fell open his eyes fluttering closed. You quickly moved one of your hands to cover his mouth as a precaution.

“Are you close baby?” You said with a hushed groan at the end.

Spencer nodded, his hips rutting against yours. He moved one of his hands from your hips to splay across your lower stomach his thumb reaching down to nudge against your clit.

“Yes Spencer,” You whine connecting your lips together so his mouth would catch the sounds that were about to come from you once you felt a familiar sensation burn through your lower stomach.

Your walls tightened around him as you let out a string of moans into his mouth while you came triggering his climax just seconds after yours. He filled up the condom still deep inside of you with a whimper that was almost too loud for where you were.

“Shhh,” you put your finger to your lips with a giggle after you pulled away from him.

Spencer left a few pecks against your lip before helping you up off of him, “You look gorgeous on top of me.”

“Enough babe, you’ve told me I look good too many times today.”

“I can’t help it,” Spencer ran his hand over your hip.

“Get dressed,” You laughed throwing his pants at him after putting your shirt back on.

When dressed both of you left the fitting rooms. Spencer holding your dresses refusing to let you pay for either of them.

“Ready to go home?” Spencer asked wrapping an arm around your waist as you left the store after he purchased the dresses for you.

“So ready,” You yawned and smiled up at him, “I want to get in bed and cuddle up with you for the rest of the night.”

“I can certainly do that. Let’s go,” He said rubbing his thumb over your hip as you walked out of the mall.

[jareaulover]

Honestly, I think it would've been more believable for JJ to confess her love to Garcia than it was for her to confess to Spencer.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hello

I want to see cowboy reader get captured and hurt by unsub and JJ worried because those two seem to have chemistry

Description: Cowboy reader's father visits, things don't go too well...

Warnings: abuse, abusive parents, abduction, claustrophobia, judgy nurse, hospital visits, child abuse mentions

A/N: I'm panicking that this feels rushed but equally, I started writing this on the 15th of May so it can't be that rushed can it? Lmao (Also I'm so sorry it's taken this long). Posting this before I can doubt myself some more :))

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You and Spencer stood in front of the geographical profile, to be honest, Spencer was doing most of the work, you were watching the wheels in his brain tick. Since meeting the young doctor, you had almost been in awe of his intelligence and the way his brain worked (and you couldn’t help but want to protect him from the world). 

This precinct was set out slightly different to the others you had been to, this station’s conference room had no windows, purely lit by shitty lights that were screwed into the ceiling. The only way you were able to read in this room was if you also switched on a bright light that was a lot less warm-toned to actually see. 

"(Y/N)?" You snapped out of your train of thought, turning to the voice, it feeling vaguely familiar. 

"Yes?" When you turn to him, you instantly know who it is but you force your face to stay neutral.

"You don't remember me." He manages to look somewhat defeated, you'll give him that. 

"No, I remember you." You said, folding your arms, "You just don't mean anything to me." 

"And why’s that?" 

"You're not worth my energy." 

He places a hand on his heart, "You wound me, son." 

"Shame." You answer, you turn to Spencer, "Can you go get Hotch?" 

Spencer looks at the scene hesitantly, not wanting to leave you alone with the man. Especially if he is your father. "It's okay, Spence." You reassured with a tight smile. 

"Yeah, it's alright, Spence." Your father says as he takes a step towards Spencer. 

When your father takes a step closer to Spencer, before you know it, you have him pinned against the wall. "Don't you even fuckin' dare stand near him." You growl, "I don't care how much you think you've changed, come near him, I'll break you." 

Chuckling, despite his head pressed against the wall, your father turns his head to look at Spencer. "I have changed." 

"Bull. Shit." You force the words out of your mouth, anger flowing through your blood. "Spencer, go get Hotch." You wanted Hotch here for a multitude of reasons. The main three being:

Make sure you don't nearly kill him

Make sure he doesn't nearly kill you

Make sure Spencer is safe 

As soon as he's gone, your father's demeanour shifts and he smirks, "I thought we'd never be alone,"

And with that, he manoeuvers himself and slams your head into the wall, knocking you unconscious. 

When Hotch and Spencer ran back into the room, three minutes later, you were nowhere to be seen. 

You didn't know how long it had been, just that it must have been ages - at least four days. You had been there for ages, in the dark, a closet to be specific. And everywhere hurt - so, so much. Your father had been in multiple times and it was like you were twelve years old again, stuck at home with a monster with no one to save you. Except you knew that you had people in the outside world that actually cared about you (your team).

Each time your father visited you, dragging you out of the closet and throwing you to the floor, he inflicted a different pain that reminded you of your childhood while he hurled insults in your direction. It had been a while since his last visit - a few hours, perhaps - and, to your dismay, you were beginning to worry whether he would come back.

"This ain't creepy at all," You muttered to yourself, perhaps if you closed your eyes and simply pretended you were at home that would help.

You leant against the back of the closet, trying your best to get comfortable. You closed your eyes, picturing your bed at your Mama's house. Everything was okay. "You- You're fine," You mumbled to yourself, clutching your arm tight to your chest, trying to stabilise your shoulder. It had been dislocated on your first day here (wherever here was).

Everything ached heavily, throbbing in beat with your heart. Between the cuts, scratches, and burns, you felt like you couldn't take a full breath. It was dark and you couldn't see. You didn't know who was there, if anyone was really there. God you hated the dark. And it was cold, so very, very cold, you knew there was no way that you had lost enough blood to make it so. You knew that the only way in which it was so cold was that bastard had made sure there was no way heat could get into the room (assuming there wasn't a thermostat).

The beat of your heart filled your ears, mixed with the roaring that was occupying your ear drums. All with such force and such volume that you don't hear the gunshot in the background.

"Everythin's fine, you're gonna get out of this. Team'll find you. It's fine. It's fine-" Your feeble attempt at self-reassurance died in the back of your throat when you heard the familiar unlocking of the closet doors. You curled into yourself further, not looking up when the doors creaked open.

"(Y/N)?" JJ approaches you slowly, and you stare at her, trying to figure out if you've finally gone crazy or if she's really here. God, you hoped it was the latter. You couldn’t help but notice that the air around her seemed slightly brighter.

"JJ?" You wince, not only from the pain it caused in your throat and chest to speak, but by how utterly defeated you sounded.

"I'm here," She answers, "We're all here." With that, there was a small click and light flooded into your room. You winced, quickly ducking your head down and squeezing your eyes shut. When your eyes had adjusted, you opened them, forcing yourself to stand. 

The team's eyes widened at the sight of you, covered in blood and dirt, stripped of your shirt and socks. When you finally looked up, you curled into yourself slightly, trying to ignore the damage. 

You took a breath, "What about-?"

"He's dead." She answers and your shoulders deflate. They did come for you. He was wrong. Of course they would come for you.

"Who- Who shot him?" You asked hesitantly.

"I did," Morgan replied, frowning slightly. No matter what the man had done, he was still technically your biological father. You stumbled over to him, wincing and limping as you did so.

"Thank you," You mumbled, collapsing into a hug when you finally reached him. 

”How about we get you sit down?” Morgan asks gently as Prentiss places a seat next to you. Despite you protesting that you were fine, Morgan helps ease you into the chair while Hotch calls the paramedics to check how far out they were. 

When the paramedics arrived, they were quick to transfer you onto a gurney and then into the ambulance - the team keeping close. 

“Do you want us to call your emergency contact?” The paramedic asked and you shook your head.

“No, no thank you,” You mumbled, giving her a small smile. 

“Are you sure-?”

You nodded, “She, er, she’s already here,” You don’t notice Morgan shoot JJ a knowing smile - who responds with an eye roll and shaking her head.

“Okay, just so we know, who is it?”

“Oh, er, JJ,” You said, nodding to her, “The blonde haired lady,”

The paramedic takes a note of this, jotting it down on your form. “Thank you,”  

When you get to the hospital, you’re settled into a rather uncomfortable hospital bed (but you know better than to complain). They start by giving you pain killers and treating your major wounds - the burns along your side and chest, a variety of deepish cuts along your arms and torso, and finally checking your ribs and collarbone for fractures. You had tried telling them you were fine, but they weren’t having it - especially when they poked it and you cried out in pain.

"We need to take you upstairs," The nurse said, "We need to do an x-ray."

"Upstairs?"

"Yes, the x-ray department is on the fourth floor," The nurse said and you drew in a deep breath. "We need to transfer you into a wheelchair."

Eventually, you were out of your room, trying desperately not to think about the elevator. Being trapped in a small metal box.

"No, I- I'll take the stairs." You mumble, shaking your head as you approach the lift. Not now. You can do this right now. You begin to stand when a hand is placed on your shoulder, instantly making you feel relaxed. You know its her without even having to look.

"You know you can't take the stairs right now," She responds quietly.

"JJ, I'm fine." You answer, grinding your jaw. You did not want to go in that lift under any circumstances.

"It's the only way to get there."

"Then I won't go,"

"You need to get an x-ray,"

"Don't need to."

"What would help you feel safer?" Her voice is soft, calming.

"You." Your answer is instant, that's not the embarrassing part though. The embarrassing part would be asking to hold her hand. The embarrassing part would be asking if Hotch or Morgan could also come with. You knew that they wouldn't let anything happen to either you or JJ - and they were physically healthy and therefore actually able to protect both you and her (normally you wouldn't have a problem with protecting the pair of you if needed, but you were currently slightly incapacitated).

"What's the other thing?" Damn, she can read you like a book.

You swallow, frowning slightly as you flush red and look down at your hands, watching them tremble for a moment, "H-Hotch or Morgan?"

JJ nods in understanding, gently rubbing her hand along your arm. "Does it matter which one?" When you shake your head, she turns to the nurse, "Can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan please?"

"For an elevator?" You frown, staring at your hands more intently as your face grows hot, watching as they continue to shake from adrenaline at the idea of being in a lift right now.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, he's a grown man, he can ride an elevator-"

You can sense the anger radiating off the blonde so you shake your head, "JJ it's fine..." You mumbled, "Let's just go n get it over with."

"No. You'd feel more comfortable with Hotch or Morgan here, so we're going to make sure that one of them are here." She says strongly, not breaking eye contact with the nurse. "So, can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan. And another nurse."

The nurse stares blankly at her for a moment before nodding and walking off. "Are you alright?" JJ asks softly and you give a small nod, hands continuing to shake. Seeing this she slowly reached down, lightly taking your left hand in her right.

"I-I'm sorry," You mutter before your tone turns bitter. "I shouldn't be feelin' like this. It's just an elevator."

"(Y/N)," You look up at her, "You've been through something most people can't even imagine. You're okay to feel shaken by that."

"M an adult." You said, trying to ignore your eyes began to feel the familiar sting of tears. "I shouldn't be-"

"I'm scared of dogs." JJ said. "I- Spencer was taken by an unsub years ago and his dogs attacked me and now, I'm afraid of dogs. Is that unreasonable? I'm an adult."

"That's different."

"Why? Because I'm a woman?"

"Wha-? No. Because you went through a traumatic experience."

"And this wasn't traumatic?"

"No! This was my childhood! I got over it! I should be fine with this! I shouldn't be here shakin' like a leaf over somethin' I must have gone through a hundred times!" You exclaim, "I should be able to get in an elevator without vibratin' so hard I’m creatin' my very own massage chair!"

"You're allowed to feel this way," JJ says gently as she crouches in front of you. "It's okay to acknowledge things that scare you. And doing this? Getting in an elevator shows how strong you are. Even if it's with two friends."

"Is everything okay?" JJ looks up at Hotch, who let's his gaze settle on your form - he can't see much, but he watches as you lift a trembling hand to your face, presumably to massage your temples. JJ says nothing, unsure of how much you want her to say, so you take the lead.

"I don't wanna go in." You mutter. "I wanna take the stairs."

Hotch had never heard you sound so small. "I get that," Ensuring that his voice is calming, he continues, "But we both know you can't make it up all those stairs right now."

"Its- I feel like 'm trapped and 'm not even inside yet."

"We'll be here the whole time," Hotch adds and you nod.

"Is the other nurse here?"

"Yep," Another voice chimes, "I'm Nurse Maddison."

"Hi," You whisper. "I-I'm not normally like this," You mumble, this was slightly mortifying to say the least.

"That's alright," She replies, "We've all got our fears. I find it difficult to go on public transport - I'm scared of a lack of control."

"I-I'm scared if I get in the lift, I won't be able to get out." You admit. "I'm scared the lights will flicker, n I'll wake up, n I'll still be there. Or worse, the lights will go out n he'll be here."

"Who?" Nurse Maddeline furrows her eyebrows when you don't answer.

"I just really don't want this to be a dream," You whisper.

JJ squeezes your hand lightly, "I promise you, this is real."

"We're here, (Y/N). You're safe. You're with us."

You sat, taking deep breaths outside the elevator for a minute or so. Just catching your breath.

"Are you ready to get in?" She asks. Despite the question, her voice is full of understanding. "We don't have to push any buttons yet, and I can stand in the way of the doors until you're ready."

"Can- Can we do that one? With you in the doors?"

"Of course!" Nurse Maddison gives a small smile before pressing the call button for the elevator.

When she wheels you into the elevator, you forget how to breathe. Shaking your head quickly, you find Hotch and JJ (which is easy as Nurse Maddison placed the wheelchair so that you could see both of your colleagues), "I was wrong, I can't do this-"

"(Y/N), look at me," JJ speaks this time, "You're okay, it's okay."

You shake your head, "No, no, I can't-"

"I need you to calm down for me, okay?" Nurse Maddison says.

"No! No, I can't- I can't do this!" You bow your head, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

"(Y/N)." Hotch's voice is stern and makes you look up, "You can do this. I know you think you can't, but you can."

"Do you trust us?" JJ asks and you nod. Because you do. You trust the pair of them with your life. "Then close your eyes." You look at her for a moment before doing as she says, letting your eyes flutter shut. There's a warmth that floods through your body as she takes your hand again and you grip it lightly.

When the doors close, your grip on JJ's hand tightens and your eyes shoot open. "It's alright," Hotch is quick to reassure as JJ rubs soothing circles on your hand. "It won't be long before we reach the floor we need."

"No, no, Hotch, I need out-" You shake your head, desperately trying to get your breathing under control. "Hotch I need out, I can't breathe-"

"(Y/N), look at me." JJ's voice drew your eyes away from Hotch. "You're okay."

"No-"

"Yes you are, you're okay." She says softly, gently squeezing your hand in hers, "We're nearly there."

You pushed the palm of your hand into your eye, trying to force the tears back. "Not a coward." You muttered bitterly to yourself, not caring if the others could hear. You needed to get yourself through this ride without having a panic attack (and it was close). "Not a coward. Not a coward." You mumble the phrase, over and over. Intent on repeating it until you believe it. Of course, before that could happen, there was the familiar ping of an elevator door and your head shot up as they opened.

"Can we get out now?" You asked, looking up, "Please?"

Both Hotch and JJ give you a reassuring smile as Nurse Madeline gently pushes the wheelchair out of the elevator. 

JJ leans forward, so only you can hear her as she whispers, “See, I told you you could do it,” 

The x-ray went relatively smoothly, except for finding out you had three broken ribs and had broken your clavicle. You were also a lot calmer on the way down (still with both Hotch and JJ), feeling relatively calm (in comparison) when they wheeled you back into your room. 

The team immediately greeted you with smiles as you entered your room, Garcia standing up from your bed (where she may or may not have laid down on it).

“So, what’s the verdict, cowboy?” Morgan asked. 

“Um, three broken ribs and clavicle.”

“Clavicle?” Garcia asked.

“Collarbone,” Spencer added. 

“Does that mean no baking for a little while?” Both you and Garcia asked, turning to Hotch (who had to fight off a smile).

“Probably.”

[jelle-ified]

!! pt 2 of jelle as the unsent project ᯓᡣ𐭩

part 1

[veeluvss]

S U R V I V O R

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in a world of predators and prey, you have to take charge. and that’s exactly what unsub duo jj and elle do. they take charge. they learn to save and survive.

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

READ THE REST HERE

all chapters are cross-posted to ao3!

[youbutstupid]

Let’s talk about the absolute gorgeousness that is the season finale, 9x23/9x24. One of the most intense, insane ends to a season ever and I adored it.

9x24 especially has my heart because it genuinely felt almost like a horror game in a way; the way every single person who was meant to be on the team’s side ended up being dirty so the team had to basically sneak around the entire episode had me so on edge my stomach actually hurt.

We got to see the beauty that is Garcia and Reid’s friendship and their genuine love for eachother. We got to learn about Alex and have an actual goodbye for her which had me emotional; we also got an explanation as to why it is she had such a soft spot for Reid.

We also got to see the BAU play to their strengths individually; sometimes the writers get lazy and rely too heavily on Reid to just solve the case, but they couldn’t do that in this episode so we really got see sides of the team that we don’t always get to see: JJ’s physicality, Morgan’s sneakiness and stealth, Rossi and Blake’s quick thinking and we got to see Garcia practically do field work to protect Reid.

10/10 stunning way to end season 9.

[wikiangela]

blorbo poll

I'm soooo late but I was tagged by @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @kinardevans @erodingsinner @reyesranch @diazpatcher @aringofsalt @perfectlysunny02 @laundryandtaxesworld thank you all so much! <3 (sorry, I suck at keeping up with nofits lately lol)

Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

no pressure tags: @louisferrignojr @beyourownanchor6 @bidisasterevankinard @talktonytome @bucked-it-up

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Teen victim reader

Request!

Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by an Unsub, but the BAU is right behind them.

Third person pov...

Sirens from numerous police cars chase a grey BMW through the streets of Toronto, At the wheel was Barry Seymour he had been convicted of kidnapping and murdering 6 young teens.

When the FBI figured out it was him he was already on the road with a new victim in the trunk of his car, the victim was Y/N L/N they are 14 years old and very scared.

Flash back to A Couple hours ago...

The 14 year old was walking home from the park after hanging out with friends, as they were walking Barry grabbed them and threw the teen into the back of his trunk.

The teens head hits the top of the trunk knocking them out for a couple of seconds, when they woke up they started panicking. "oh no oh no" they whisper trying not to hyperventilate instead the teen starts kicking at the trunk making noise.

"let me out arsehole!" yells the teen kicking at the trunk, Barry rolls his eyes and continues to drive he ends up turning the radio up to not hear the teen kicking the car. "stupid brat" he grumbles before pulling his hat further down his head.

Y/N sighs angerly before they stop kicking, then they reach for their pocket. "yes the arsehole forgot to check" they exclaim the teen still had their phone, then they see it only had 10% left "of course" sighs the teen.

The teen was suddenly grateful to their parents who made the teen memorise the number for the FBI hotline. Y/N quickly types it in and holds it up to their ear. "hello this is the FBI hotline" comes a female voice.

"oh thank god, please help me im Y/N L/N and ive been kidnapped by the Unsub im in the trunk please save me!" they exclaim before their phones battery runs out. The 14 year old cries and waits for help to come.

At the police station the BAU team have sent out an apb for Barry Seymours grey BMW. As JJ is walking she get stopped by an officer.

"Agent we got a call from someone claiming to be Kidnapped by the Unsub" she says JJ nods and heads to the room where the team is.

"Hey guys we've got a hit on the Hotline" she says making the team look up as she plays the recording of the call. They are socked to here a young scared voice answer.

The perosn seemed alot younger than the first victims. "hello this is the FBI hotline" comes a female voice then a young voice answes "oh thank god, please help me im Y/N L/N and ive been kidnapped by the Unsub im in the trunk please save me!" Then it goes silent.

JJ shuts it off a grim look on her face. Then Penelope calls. "Hey Penelope you have something?" Questions Reid

"Yes my loveliess i do, we jsut got a hit on the Unsubs car" says the tech analysis. "Thank you Garcia, JJ you come with us" say Hotch standing up he already know Penelope sent them the coordinates.

End of flashback...

Currently The Unsub has both the Police and FBI on his tail and he wasn't planning on stopping yet, he was currently on a motor way he was almost out of Toronto.

Back in the trunk Y/N was trying to kick their way out, their head felt all fuzzy, but they couldn't fall asleep they had to stay awake.

"Can't sleep, have to stay awake have to survive" they mutter suddenly they are sent flying forward and end up face painting against the roof of the trunk.

"He's stopped!" They mutter to scared to move, the teen tries hard to listen but can't hear anything. Then gunshots and sirens are heard.

Y/Ns to scared to move, seconds tick by before the trunk opens and a tourch is shone right at the teen.

Y/N sees the shadow of a man, thinking its the Unsub they back aways terrified, when he tries to move forward Y/N kicks out at him. "Stay away! Please leave me alone, no!" They scream and beg.

Hearing the teen screaming Hotch sends JJ over hopefully seeing a woman would help them. Y/N jsut about calmed down when the man left.

JJ gives a smile to Derek as he passes her, she wonders up to the trunk where the scared teen lays.

The bump of their head still making their brain foggy, once the torch wasn't shining in their eyes the teen relaxed.

As they sit up slowly in the trunk a woman appears she was blonde with blue eyes, JJ sees the teens eyes widened.

Before they can panic she holds out her badge. "Hey hey sweetie don't panic I'm FBI, I'm an agent I'm here to help you" she says gently.

Y/N freezes leg pulled in ready to kick put again, they look wearly up at the Agent and at her badge. She had a kind smile on her face.

Y/N looks at the badge and at the woman before finally collapsing in a fit of sobs. "I'm sorry I was scared, I th-thought he was coming to get me" cried the teen, JJs heart aches for the teen.

They didn't mean to kick out at first they were just a scares kid who was kidnapped but a dangerous killer. JJ reaches out to the child and they let her.

She then pulls them up and out of the trunk the child holds onto her tightly not letting go, Y/N jsut continues to cry until they are sat in am ambulance to be looked at.

Once they were checked over they still didn't let go off JJ, but she didn't mind she was glad they managed to save the teen from being killed.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for it not being long, also sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1030

[damnhotmsimmons]

Emily: I swear it on my life...

JJ: BITCH, YOU ARE SUICIDAL, SWEAR ON SOMETHING ELSE!!!!

[beware-of-you-98]

ok so the thing i was talking about the other day?? the lil thing i need that would heal me?? i’m just thinking about parallels and and

so hear me out:

when jj gets home from the hospital, she’s the one treating her wound the donor site on the side of her thigh because she doesn’t want will to see it for so long and when he does, he regards her with such pity and fear and the way her touches the area (even when it’s healed) is so tentative and it makes her feel… guilty?? shame??

she wears shirts for a long time when they’re intimate after that, and she won’t let him touch her on or near her left hip because she hates the feelings that flood her chest when he even grazes the area

when she gets together with emily, jj still keeps her shirts on whenever they’re physical, and she doesn’t let emily touch her in that area for the longest time because of the underlying guilt and shame she feels

she let’s emily feel her burn scar before she let’s emily see it. she guides her fingers underneath her shirt and uses the older woman’s fingers to trace the textured, wrinkled skin, the divot near the middle that had to be carved away due to infection because burns get infected so easily… and she watched emily’s face the entire time, taking in each twitch of her lips, the emotions swirling in her eyes…

and when emily looks back up at her, her expression isn’t full of pity, of fear, of sadness, but of admiration. she cups jj’s cheek with one hand, pressing her palm flush over the burn scar with the other, and whispers how resilient and strong willed jj is for going through the grueling process of healing from a burn, of healing from a horribly traumatic experience that caused the burn in the first place. her voice is so soft, so raw, and the way she’s looking at jj like she’s one of the strongest people emily knows…

it’s the first time in years she doesn’t feel ashamed of her burn scar.

and when emily kneels down and presses a kiss to the skin, showering it with such love and affection, jj knows she’s the one

[jareaulover]

Could you do a one shot of Will finding out about JJ’s confession to Reid in season 14? And the consequences of it?

I hope you enjoy this! It took me forever because I rewrote it, like, 4 times.

Warnings: gun mentioned, blood barely mentioned, angst

Word Count: 859

Read on AO3 or Full one shot below the cut

It was one of their special nights, the team was gathered for drinks. Dave and Krystall had just gotten back from their honeymoon. Everyone sat around the large table, enjoying drinks and just having an all around good time. Will looked around at all these friends that he had made over the years and his eyes landed on his wife. She was smiling and she looked around as well, but when she made eye contact with Spencer she quickly looked down and took a long sip of her wine. Will thought that was odd, there was never any awkwardness between the two of them. It made him wonder. He knew that they had been involved in a hostage situation during their last case before Dave’s wedding...

Spencer stood up from the table and went inside to get himself anther drink, Will stood up a few moments later, grabbing JJ’s glass and his own.

“I’m gonna go grab us some more drinks, Hun.” He said, making his way into the house. He stood next to Spencer, giving him a smile, “Hey, Spencer.” He said, “Wanna pour me and JJ another?” He asked, offering up the two glasses that he was holding. Spencer nodded, filling them both with the same white wine they had been drinking. Will studied Spencer for a few seconds before speaking, “Ya know, I may not be a profiler but I’ve lived with one long enough to know that something is going on.” Spencer finally looked up at Will.

“It’s really... Not my place to tell you.” He said, chewing on his lip. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, neither one really knowing what to say.

“Come on, man. You and JJ are usually so good together but you haven’t visited in so long and she’s been avoiding talking about anything that happened on the last case... I know there’s something going on between you two.” Will said, “You’re usually so close and its kind of hard to see you avoiding each other like this.” Spencer could taste blood from how hard he was biting his lip. He rubbed his neck and looked up at Will.

“Why don’t you ask JJ.” Spencer said before grabbing his drink and making a quick exit. Will watched as he walked out. He took a few sips of his own wine while trying to reason through what could have happened. JJ entered the house and approached her husband,

“You are taking way too long to get drinks.” She said with a smile, one that Will cherished, he only wished she would smile more.

“Yeah, I was talking to Spencer.” He said, JJ grabbed her wine glass and took a long sip. Will studied her face for a reaction.

“Oh yeah? What’d he have to say?” She asked, tilting her head. Will narrowed his eyes a bit, she was good at hiding her micro expressions. Will sat his wine glass down.

“I was just asking him about what was going on between you.” Will said, JJ’s façade faltered, she threw back the rest of her wine and began to fill the glass again,

“Nothing is going on between us, Will. We went through a traumatic experience together-”

“And you guys have gone through so many other of those kind of experiences and typically you end up closer than before. Y’all are like brother and sister, I-”

“I told him that I love him...” JJ cut in, her guilt getting the better of her. Will’s eyebrows raised, “I told him that I’ve always loved him and... And I wasn’t lying.” She sat the wine glass down again and crossed her arms.

“You love him.” Will said, almost to himself, Will refilled his glass again and began walking back out to the others.

“Will, don’t walk away from me.” JJ said, grabbing his arm. Will turned around, looking at her with a sadness in his eyes. One that JJ had never seen.

“How could you... How could you love him and... How could you not tell me that?” Will sighed, “I-I just don’t understand how you’ve gone our whole marriage... Our whole life together... And you never told me?” Will squeezed the glass in his hand, “Is that why you didn’t want to tell your team? Why you kept denying when I asked you to marry me?” Will felt like his whole life had been a lie, “Did-Did you only ‘choose’ me because of Henry?” tears fell down JJ’s face,

“Its not like that, Will. I love you, Spencer was... He was my first love and its hard to forget that. I-I hadn’t even thought about that, about my feelings for him, in years but when that man had a gun to both of us... And I had to say something... Its the only thing I could think of.” She said, trying to wipe the tears before they could fall. Will sat the glass down.

“I... I need to get home... This is- Its too much right now.” Will muttered, heading out the front door of Dave’s house. JJ watched him walk away. All she wanted was to fix this...

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

I could be such a hot girl if I wasn't tied down by my love for women

[scorpsik]

FIC: STARTING OVER AGAIN

Emily and JJ talk en route to Paris.

Expect a bucket of lovely ANGST xx

Starting Over Again

[wikiangela]

Comfort character tag game

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @underwater-ninja-13 @hoodie-buck @jeeyuns @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @pirrusstuff @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon thank youuu 💖💖💖

Rules: list your top 5 comfort characters and include a gif of each!

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Eddie Diaz, loml 💗💗

2. Emily Prentiss, also loml 💗🥵

3. Jennifer "JJ" Jereau 👑

4. Piper Halliwell 👑👑👑

5. Tara Maclay

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no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @911onabc @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @thebravebitch @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @lucydonato @andrewblur @arthursdent and whoever else wants to do it

[bradshawed]

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result